"Arisska!"
I jumped. It was my father voice, Savitar, the strongest Chthonian Godkiller I had ever seen. I cringed as a stab of pain went through my side. Lifting my shirt, I saw a deep scratch that was starting to heal. It would scar but I didn't care.
Even though I was the offspring of Savitar and my mother, Apollymi the Atlantean goddess of Death and Destruction, for some reason time travel was not my strongest suit. It was like my body could handle the stress. It was risky for me to attempt it but they didn't call me Risky for nothing. Besides, this trip wasn't about me. It was about my love, my only love, which had been taken from me unfairly in my original timeline. We had been ambushed by the gods of Olympus and while I survived, Nicholas Ambrosius Gautier, my consort and best friend, did not.
As far as the gods of Olympus saw us, we were the most dangerous couple that they had ever encountered. Not only was I the offspring of a goddess and a godkiller, but my half-brother, Acheron Parthenopaeus, was the final fate and, like me, was also a godkiller. Nicholas was a creature known as a Malachi, a creature more dangerous than myself. We should have known we were destined to be targets.
I stood up and put pressure on my side. When I was younger, before my mother unlocked my powers, I had to get my appendix removed due to the pain. The pain I felt now felt like that but tenfold.
"Come on Risky! You're so slow!"
"Nick you bonehead! Come back here!"
I jerked my head in the direction of the voices. I was afraid that I had overshot my target and went too far back. If that happened, I was going to have to hang out in the time period I landed in for a couple weeks and try again. From the sound of the pre pubescent voices I was hearing, it sounded like I landed in the right time.
I stumbled to the bushes and pulled back the branches. There, like I was reliving a memory, was a fourteen-year-old Nick and a fourteen, almost fifteen, year old Arisska Alethea Blaze.