I've been working on this fic for a long time now, and I really, really hope you guys like it.
She walked down the path, the frost on the grass crunching under her boots. The day was young, and the soft light of the sun chariot had just begun to appear from the top of the trees. Though the snow had not fell heavily last night, the icy rivulets had still made a white blanket over everything, the ground, the tree-tops, the logs of wood that lay scattered all over the forest area.
She brushed her dark hair away from her eyes, and tied them back in a black ponytail. Her eyes searched the horizon, but came up with nothing. She must wait for her visitor for some longer.
And then, a figure of a man, surrounded by a reddish aura, materialized a little further away. The man came closer to her, and took of his red-tinted goggles, revealing eye sockets burning like the pits of Hades itself. He nodded at her, and she knelt down, following the courtesy and manner she knew she must show the God.
"My Lord Ares."
He grunted, and she rose, bearing a small smile of amusement on her face.
"Is that impertinence what I see in your eyes, demigod? Perhaps you would like a taste of the war god's sword?"
"No, my lord." Her smile was still there. "I only find it strange that I still stand alive before you, considering what my father has done."
Ares frowned. "The other's actions do not have to be a role in your life too, child. I may be violent, but war is not just about unreasonable killing."
"Well spoken, my lord. I wish to learn of the gods' verdict. Must I continue in my…quest?"
"Lord Zeus has spoken. You may. But…" he looked at her. "I heard of your feats. How could a demigod do all that with just a blade of Celestial Bronze?"
She smiled. This was expected. Even immortals may show a sense of curiosity.
Her hand moved to the pocket of her jeans, and she brought out a pen. "This, my Lord, is not Celestial Bronze."
She uncapped it, and a pale, silvery but not silver, Greek-style three-meter long sword sprang out. "I call it Shockwave."
Ares suddenly looked nervous. "What is this metal? This is not a blade of Olympus. What metal is your weapon forged of that even the god of war does not recognize?"
"Coronal Platinum, my lord. Much like the Celestial Bronze, Imperial Gold and Luminous Silver the demigods of Olympus yield, except it has godly and monstrous alliance both." She turned the sword in her hands, and ran her fingers along the flat of the blade. "A sword forged in Tartarus itself, my lord, brought to the earth by a Titan. I salvaged it from him, many years ago, thus he was not able to fight in the Titan War."
Ares flexed his shoulders, a little uncertain how to respond to the girl's words. She was obviously powerful, and he'd heard what monsters she had killed, and under whose care she had grown up. Her story alone made him a little skeptic, and maybe…fearful.
"That is all well, child. I see you are a silver tongued one, and if I had not known better, I would have mistaken you for a child of the love goddess, Aphrodite. But I see that war runs in your past, present, and undeniably your future. I must say, though…I know of another whose eyes wield the same sea-green that yours do. Perhaps you have heard of him…?"
She smiled bemusedly. Of course. "Yes, my lord, I know of the Savior of Olympus. I have never met him…I have, however, heard of his journey through Tartarus. Of course, I, of all demigods, would know him, wouldn't I, lord?"
The god mentally cursed himself. Of course she had been hidden to all but the Owl and, her father, revealed just now, he had forgotten. "What is your name, child?"
"Alex, my lord. Not very Greek, but I quite prefer it to 'the Assassin'."
"Of course. Alexandra or Alexis?"
"Just Alex."
And he disappeared with a flash of red.
Alex sheathed her sword, and grinned to herself. "And now to meet the famed Perseus Jackson."