A/N: Hello everyone! First off, I would like to apologize for not updating Heaven's Devil & Hell's Angel in such a long time...I have been having some major writer's block issues-- the plot is there, it is the articulation of said plot that is boggling my mind at the moment.
Secondly, this is a story that revolves around greek mythology of the Olympian Gods. I am warning you now-- I AM NOT A GREEK MYTHOLOGY MAJOR! But this is fiction, so I am allowed to mess around with myths and legends to my liking. So if there is something in this story that is not right according to the myths that you have heard of, I apologize, but please try to just go along with it.
Lastly, I know the prologue is short, but it just seemed like the right place to cut it off without giving the entire plot away within the first 3 paragraphs. Please let me know what you think, whether it is an alert, a favorite,a review telling me to update soon , or a message telling me to quit the writing and stick to my day job : these all have an influence on the story--mostly because I like to know that I am writing for somebody, even if it is just one person.
*Important* Plot POINT: This takes place the summer after junior year, but the Nomad incident NEVER HAPPENED!!! If it had happened, then Bella would have had to reveal herself much earlier. This is all in Bella's Point of View, unless otherwise specified. I will venture into Edward's Point of View in the future, and possibly some other characters.
And now that my insanely long (but necessary) author's note is longer than the Prologue, I present to you:
Goddess of Olympia
Prologue
There is a moment in everyone's life where they realize the mistakes they have made. They take that moment to reflect upon them, and they resolve to make a change: to never make the same mistake again. I have experienced that moment many times, and many times that promise has been broken. I'm not going to lie and say that I have simply not been graced with the right opportunity to tell him, because the truth is that I have had more than my share of them. For instance, when he told me he was a vampire—yeah, that probably would have been a good time to mention it.
But, you see, there is a reason that I have not yet told him. It's not because I am forbidden to reveal my identity—hell, my parents are dying to meet him. It's not because I am ashamed of it. In fact, I love being who—well, what—I am. No, it's because I am simply afraid he will never look at me the same way again. I'm afraid he will do one of two things—either use me to get power, or leave because he is afraid of me. If I am being completely honest, it is the latter that frightens me the most. I do not want him to feel betrayed and leave me for fear that I will deceive him again. I couldn't bear it if I lost his love— especially after all this time.
But with him gazing into my eyes with a look of complete and utter trust, understanding, and only the tiniest bit of apprehension, I knew what I had to do.
It was time to tell him the truth.