Wind whipped through a girl's hair, as she sat on the curb outside an apartment building. She was in Manhattan, and a storm was coming. That much was easy enough to tell. Dark clouds were gathering overhead, and the wind picked up speed with every passing minute. The girl didn't necessarily care. She was a child of the storm. She loved the ominous feeling the clouds had, and the rumble of thunder in the distance. She loved the way the flashes of lightning illuminated everything in a seemingly blue glow. She relished in the coldness of the rain on her skin, and the way in which the wind was able to tear down everything in its path. Storms were powerful. Much like her.
Electricity crackled on her fingertips. Oh yes, she had power. As a child of the gods that was only natural. But she was gifted with power beyond the usual demigod. She was swift, like one blessed by the Huntress should be. Her feet made no sound as they padded along the ground. Her eyesight was sharp, and her hearing unnaturally enhanced. All this, in itself, was more power than one person should hold. But the list went on. When this girl fired an arrow, she never missed. Never. And she could throw hunting knives with just as much accuracy.
The girl could cause a storm, or she could become one. This was thanks to the King. Her father. Taking that into consideration, she was a princess. Though, if anyone called her so, she may have to hurt them. She preferred Lieutenant. Or perhaps her name. But never princess, and never Grace. She didn't care at all for her surname.
She didn't care at all for her father either. He could jump into Tartarus, and she would laugh.
She did, however, care very much for her mistress. The Huntress. And she cared for her sisters. And she cared for her friends. Yet her parents, and her last name, they were out of the picture.
The thought of her friends led her to the reason as to why she came to New York in the first place. To visit the Sea Prince. He was barely a prince, though. More like a Kelp Head. Yes, that was perfectly right. A very loyal and brave Kelp Head, but one nonetheless. She was barely able to get her mistress to agree to her coming, but in the end she was able. Yet she couldn't bring her legs to move.
Growing impatient with the storm, she flicked her wrist. Slowly rain began to trickle from the clouds. She waved her hand, causing the rain to pour faster and harder. This was better. The wind picked up speed. Thunder roared, and lightning began to flash, very close to the city. Satisfied with her work, the girl stood. She made her way into the apartment, unable to hide the smirk that danced on her lips.