Rome is hot. Too hot. The guards at the door were too busy fanning themselves, and shedding every piece of clothing till they were in nothing but a white skirt, the equivalent of a slave's possession.

In other words, they were guarding the door in nothing but their undergarments. They were slumped in the reed chairs, forgetting that their boss would skin their tails if they were caught sprawled across the front, not giving any attention to the finely dressed Egyptians walking into the sweaty building. The larger guard fanned himself and attempted to not die of sweat, grumbling all the while about rich men dying of heat strokes under all the gold.

It was an enormous party, showing off the advisor's wealth, his servants, and his gold. People of all kinds, short, tall, fat, thin, had one thing in common, they were all rich. Undeniably, uncharitably, filthy rich. They were too busy boasting of new jewelry, or the blessings of Plutus* that have fallen upon his family. Of course the women were silent, only speaking when spoken to, following their husbands like lost puppies. It sickened her.

They didn't notice her walk in.

They didn't notice laughing, conversing.

They didn't notice her slip away once everyone was slightly tipsy.

They didn't notice her slip the gold on display into a sack.

They didn't notice her leave unquestioned.

They never will.

I laughed silently at the pavilion filled to the brim with the now broke Romans. I reached cover behind an old oak tree and slipped out of the long silk cloth called a stola, and into the familiar sleeveless tunic of my birth land, Greece.

"Rich, stuck up, snobby, unwanted, barbaric, filthy, greedy little Romans." I muttered under my breath about our long-time enemy, the Romans. They stole so much from us, our crops, our wealth, our ideas, heck, even our showers. You have not lived a full life until you have had a Greek shower. I slung the burlap bag over my shoulder and slipped on my sandals to protect my feet from the scalding ground. I hiked up my light dress and ran. I ran to get rid of my troubles. I ran to get away from my worry, my regret, my guilt, my loneliness. Laughter bubbled out of my mouth, until I was running like a madwomen in an empty forest, laughing like a dizzy schoolgirl. I was completely alone.

More or less.

I heard a branch snap behind me and I didn't turn, my footsteps didn't waver, I wasn't scared.

I sped up until I was running as fast as I could, and I am the fastest in the entire country. My dad says Hermes* himself came down and granted me with my speed, and Athena* kissed my forehead, making it always thinking, learning observing. I can strategize, I can fight, I can run, I can do everything a proper lady should not do.

And I am praised for it!

I hear a panting breath, and push myself farther. Just a little more until the boat, just a little farther and I'm free. The bag over my shoulder bangs against my back painfully, leaving a bruise. I hike my skirts higher, not caring how improper I must look. I could just hear my teacher Madame Dabney scolding me in her foreign accent.

A proper lady does not do this; a proper lady does this, not this blah blah blah.

I despise that woman.

I burst through the trees, a person hot on my heels. I take a risk and look back, my color changing eyes meeting shocking green orbs. I turn around, soaring in the air, landing on the boat with a thud, and rolling, most likely showing every one of my sisters my bare legs. The boat moves away, and I see a group of figures emerge from the wood, all lead by that green eyed boy and a taller figure. My non-biological sisters surround me, and I stand, brushing off and pulling twigs out of my hair. I sling the sack off my back, and toss it to my mother. She walks past it, enveloping me in a tight hug.

"Thank the gods your okay, your late!" She says in a rush. "Cameron Ann Morgan, never scare me like that again!" She scolds and hugs me again.

"I love you too, mom." I mumble against her purple flowing dress.

I am Cameron Ann Morgan, the Princess of Greece. My duty to my kingdom is taking back what the Romans stole. I am loved among my people. I go to a special school for girls like me, princesses, fighters, and runaways. We are the reason Greece hasn't fallen yet, we hold together the entire army. I am the reason Rome is falling.

I am the Warrior of Greece.

And I'm a woman.

"So?" A small voice asks timidly. "How did it go? Were there wolves? Hydras? Three-headed-dogs?" I laugh, flopping on my gigantic bed in my room. Liz watches me wide eyed. Liz has never seemed to lose her awe at my constant raiding, fighting, and tends to stay away from my favorite room; the weaponry.

"No, it was the most boring raid I've ever led-"

"Except the men chasing you. He was a god if I've ever seen one." Macey says, in front of her vanity, powdering her face. "Tan, strong, sweaty. Did you see the brown hair? He has a scary resemblance to my cousin, though…" I giggle and throw a fluffy cushion at her while Liz laughs. She ducks, and Bex barges in the room.

"The man leading the men that were chasing you was your godfather." She exclaimed through puffs of breath. I stood, the embroidered pillow falling from my hands.

Sorry if it's confusing, I just wrote this because the sentence 'I am The Warrior of Greece' popped in my head yesterday, so I thought I'd give it a shot. Tell me what ya'll think, and If I should continue.

Plutus= The Roman god of wealth

Hermes= Greek god of thieves, messaging, and running

Athena= Greek Goddess of Intelligence, War, and Battle Strategies.

Again, sorry if it's confusing :)

-Me