Chapter One: I Meet the Girl Who Loved Death.

Close your eyes and imagine the tide, the waves crashing on the beach, the smell of salted air felling your nostril, the deep blue of the ocean and the life that lives underneath. That is what I live for; the soft delicate touches of the water. I could spend an eternity sitting in the sand watching the sunset and the moon raising the H2O slowly. I'll sit there without a care in the world with my feet playing in the cold water. Fun fact, 95 percent of life on earth is aquatic and I wished I could be one of those lucky creatures that get to spend 24/7 in the ocean depths. Sadly I'm part of the 5% that walk on earth.

''Kailla! There you are'' Drake sat next me smiling wildly like usual.

He wore his red life guard shorts giving the opportunity to peek at his muscular figure. Drake poke my side making me laugh historically. I grabbed his arm smiling back at him and stared in his icy blue eyes.

''Good training today.'' He casually said brushing two strand of blond hair off his face.

''I got a good coach.'' I flirted.

''I should bring you home before your dad worries.'' He helped me up. ''come on!''

By the time we reach my house the sun was completely gone; the only light on our path was the moons. Before jumping out of Drake old rusty truck I kiss him on cheek thanking him for the great day.

''See you tomorrow after school!'' I cried running toward my front door.

I entered to find my dad impatiently waiting in the kitchen. He looked exhausted; bags were forming under his dark brown eyes and the grey in his dark hair somehow showed a lot more than usual. He sat arm cross at the table staring at his cell phone, occasionally glancing at the clock.

''Expecting a call?'' I ask fetching some left over to eat.

'' Ehm…? Oh, yes. There trying to close off a deal with DPR Construction…'' Without finishing his sentence he turned toward me. ''How was your day?''

''Good.''

After eating, I went up to my room ready for a good night sleep. While putting on my fluffy turquoise pyjama pant, my eyes caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror above my dresser. My family were all black haired people but I had curly blond hair and my eyes no one in my family had my sea green eyes. Don't rack your brain with the question though; I know I was adopted, but it so strand to feel so close to people you're technically not connected by blood with. Mr. and Mrs. McJones are my parents and their son Dylan is my little brother, trust me I wouldn't change that for the world. I barely ever thought of whom my real parents were, I'm scared that I'll get myself hurt if tried to find many answers. Accept, I do have these strange nightmares sometimes and for a reason I feel like it has something with my biologic parents, but it makes no sense. I dream of Greek mythology coming to life and every time I see my reflection I can only focus on my eyes but they don't feel like mines.

That night I had another nightmare; I was being chase by the Minotaur in the woods. I ran toward a pine tree knowing that once I cross it I would safe, but then I found myself falling. I felt in the darkness for what could have been hours even maybe days holding hand with someone I couldn't see. Instead of hitting ground, I soft landed in water watching dead warriors fighting against the current or being crush by ice. I woke up in sweat staring at my gold fish. The sunlight peeked through my salmon curtains. I closed my alarm, got dressed and head down stairs. Half way to the kitchen, I could already smell my mom's homemade pancakes and I hurried faster. I came in just in time to stop my brother from emptying the whole maple syrup bottle on his breakfast.

''Wow, there!'' I grabbed the bottle out of his hand laughing. ''Isn't it a little early in the morning to get sugar rush!''

Dylan made me a face while pick up my food and sat next to him. I stuck out my tongue teasing him.

''You're helping a new student today, right?'' My mom asked while finishing a plate for dad.

''Ya, her name is… Darcy, if I remember well.'' I responded thinking more of food then school.

My dad came in; he looked better then yesterday but still a little tired. Once we were all done eating, I help my brother get ready and we race to the bus stop.

I made my way to looker C-113 where I found a girl trying stuff the looker with a bunch of old books. She had long black hair and wore the same colored cloths: her hand was covered with jewelleries, her pants were made of obviously fake leather, her shirt had the AC\DC logo and she also wore black leather boots. She cursed after the Greek gods (wait, what?) wanting desperately for her books to fit in. I felt uneasy, for a reason I was in serious dough it was a good idea to use the gods of Olympus names for your misfortunes.

''Hi, my name is Kailla.'' I tried. ''You must be Darcy, right? I was assign to show you around school.''

''Hum? Oh, hi!'' She turned her attention toward me and put some of her books in my hands. '' Here, can you hold this while I try to make some place in my looker. Arg! They're so small!''

She continued digging in her stuff completely forgetting I was there. All her books was about Greek Mythology (Wow, that girl is obsess). I tried getting her attention again with no luck. Eventually, she found a spot and took back her book.

''Sorry about that!'' She said smiling. ''Yes my name is Darcy, nice to meet you!''

I smiled back and asked for her schedule. Her first period was English, so we head to M. Freezand class. Turned out we had English, Math and History together.

''So, you like Greek Mythology?'' I asked to break the silence.

''Like it? I love it!'' She exclaimed.

She told me about myths that even I didn't know about. Her collection of books came from all around America; her mom and she moved a lot accept she avoided telling me the reason why. She had fascinating stories to tell; she said them with so much passion that I wonder why a girl so living would dress so gloomy and dark looking. That is when she started talking about the god of death Hades.

''Wait, he's your favorite god? Why?'' I asked surprised.

''Because death is…. Mysterious.'' She said with joy (witch kind of freak me out).

Before I could ask more questions, M. Freezand came in ready to start the class.