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"Running is the greatest metaphor for life, because you get out of it what you put into it." –Oprah Winfrey
Her slim but yet athletic frame gave an unexpected shudder. The night was the coldest that season. Her blue electric eyes gazed at the dark sky with wonder, at the stars and the moon. It was a silent but peaceful moment yet she was on the verge of having a state attack. She was downright nervous, and did know how to control her emotions, they were to the point of breaking free.
Calm down!
She was thinking too much and trying to calm herself which didn't sit well with her objective.
"Is it time?" Her voice broke a little as she ask that question to the vacant room.
"Yes." The voice was soft but strict and powerful. It brought fear and respect to whosoever heard it. She didn't move to look at the source of power. She was afraid she'll break down, having her state attack.
"Look at me." The voice order and she did just that. The girl looked at Chaos, the god that control the universe with a sense of responsibility no other had. The girl kneel with her head touching the cold floor in an act of reverence and fear.
"My lord."
Respectful as ever, the great lord thought with a small smirk gracing his handsome face.
"My lord, if I may?" She asked with concern and a little of fear.
"Please do." Chaos answered with a sense of authority.
"I am concern as to this mission instructed to me. I am afraid am not confident as I would want, my lord. I fear I would fail my lord."
The mission was hard, almost to the point that many would die for doing it. But the girl didn't want to do it, afraid of failing like she usually does. The thought of fail will only bring trouble to the universe and to herself.
"Your concern is not in vain, my warrior. Please have in mind that I have complete trust in you." Chaos answered, softly. Her erratic beating heart slow down by the encouraging voice she had long to hear. Her confident boost up a little, but there was still a little bit of fear, at the outcome of the mission.
"The prophecy dictates, a young warrior for the universe's fate will sought another warrior's strength and loyalty towards a battle they'll face together."
She wasn't the slightest bit forgetful but Chaos purpose of reminding her mission was for strength to overcome her weakness, her confidence. From the bottom of her heart she accepted that she was weak compared to other and with great trouble she was reminded every day by her fellow companions. Her mind was centered to overcome that weakness but there has been little progress.
Confidence was after all a very important attribute in her line of work. Everyone that knew her had the same impression of her, a pretty weak girl not meant to be a warrior. But it hadn't been her choice, it had been beyond her control to become a warrior. More of a reason she was used by everyone that only sought for her help. At times she had wondered if somebody could save her from falling into this deepest hole of loneliness that nobody had notice. Her heart was cold yet she sought warmth that nobody offered.
"Thinking about it too much will not help, my little warrior. Never had I met somebody more qualified than you in the entire force." She turn her icy surprised blue eyes to look up at Chaos. There was a confidence and strength that was far greater than she expect but flattered a little at the non-existent warmth inside those dark powerful eyes.
Nothing. Not an ounce.
"I will do my best, my lord." She saluted in respect towards Chaos who smiled delighted at her reaction.
"I'll bring him, my lord. I won't fail."
There was a slight nod in response before he disappeared into a black vortex, earlier created. Now alone the girl thought became darker by a second.
It's impossible. I'm weak.
She sighed heavily. She never thought she'll be chosen. Her the weak pretty girl inside the hole army.
I still think this is a mistake. Me, the flower girl to find the warrior whose loyalty will save the universe. What a joke!
She was known in the whole army as the "flower girl" to begin with, a pretty girl with long brown straight hair and icy blue eyes.
"I am in great trouble." She contemplated softly.
She held the small yellow envelope in her hand containing detail secret information only she knew aside from Chaos. The mission was coded "Hawk's retrieval".
She gulped visible at the bold later. Her nervousness getting the better of her. Every time she felt nervous she would be close to having a state attack. Breaking things that was close to her and bring damage to herself.
"Why was I chosen?" She asked herself again.
She left her hand drop swiftly in defeat. A small picture fell down from the envelope, grabbing her attention.
"What is this?"
Being nervous and afraid she failed to notice the small picture.
"A boy?" And it was. It was a small picture the size of her hand, showing a handsome boy around her age.
He is good-looking.
She didn't blush at seeing the facial feature of boy, far from it she was left uninterested. She wasn't like the majority of the girl that would stammer in front of a pretty boy. She was uninterested in everything from that moment that left her with a huge scar on her back.
She turn the small picture to pier at small letters written in cursive.
"Percy Jackson." She said in a monotone's voice, but there was a small spark that the girl didn't realize until the last moment.
"So this is Hawk!" She said as the door of the room was loudly open. Suddenly and a man enter the room dressed in black pants and white shirt and with a white cap on his head. He was bluffed and one of the best warriors in the army.
"It's time."
She nodded in answer to his words.
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