Bellona's favorite offspring

by LowKey Locksmith

Before The Titan war, the war goddess's daughter has to find her own way to New Rome. She must travel a dangerous path, and will suffer much, but holds on to hope that she will fulfill her destiny; creating a peace, closing a rift between two thousand-year enemies. Against all odds, Reyna is determined to get to New Rome

characters, or the plot framework. Rick Riordan does. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it

Reyna's PoV

I never expected life to be easy, but deceit and pain has been the bane of my existence since as long as I can remember; and I'm growing tired of it. Even from a young age, my father had rage I could scarcely understand. Hylla, my sister, said he used to be okay, non-violent, but strong enough to gain the attention of Bellona. My father was in the Iraqi Enduring Freedom war, so it wasn't surprising that he was diagnosed with PTSD, but I always knew it was more than that. The Ramirez-Arellano family was burdened to carry the Roman Legacy. At first it wasn't awful. He had my sister and me find arms dealers, and steal weapons. It was easy for us, handling, and making weapons. We knew who we were. We were born with the same strength of our mother, Bellona through and through. Warlike, determined, Roman. Our father waged war across Central America, secretly responsible for all the revolutions in Nicaragua, Panama, and all over the Caribbean. He got worse, considering anyone not in his family a threat to Rome. My sister and I were punished for trying to subdue him, but we were living with a murderer. I feared him, hated him. He became less of who he once was, driven by fear and rage. One evening in March, when I was eight years old, Hylla tried to talk him out of making a fortress, locking us up. He threw a chair at her, and she was knocked out. I was so scared, I thought she was dead. I took a knife from the table, and threw it at him, piercing his throat. It still haunts me, what happened, but there was nothing for us in Mexico. My sister and I left, camping out, traveling to the coast, defending each other against the monsters in the area with golden knives we had taken. Tired and weary, Hylla and I eventually met a woman. She was pretty, but had a powerful magical aura, and a regal air about her. We drew our weapons.

"Please there's no need for that, Bellona's daughters." The woman said.

"How do you know us?" Hylla asked in a guarded voice.

"My magic tells me many things. For example, you two are alone, homeless, and tired. I mean no harm, I can offer you a home."

"Who are you?" I asked

"My dear, I am Circe."

I'd love it if you guys could comment. I'm trying to show Reyna's voice. Let me know how I did.