Title: Legacy of the Gods

Summary: In the past, the Gods have always been attracted to the beautiful ladies and charming gentlemen of the royal family. What makes it any different now? Sure, times have changed but the Gods never will. Read about the story of the Princess of Serbia and her life as the Legacy of the Gods.

Pairings: Undecided. It will be between Nico Di Angelo, Luke Castellan, Will Solace, Travis Stoll and Connor Stoll. Please choose at one boy.

Other Extra Information: This is a female Perseus fan fiction. This is not an OC story. It is rated T for some gore in later chapters.

Marcella P.O.V

"Marcella! Use your soup spoon! We are drinking soup! You are a princess! Of Serbia no less. For once, behave like a proper princess!" Lady Dragomir, my governess nagged at me for like the thousandth time since the beginning of this formal dinner.

"Fine." I whispered, rolling my eyes at her.

"What did you just say?" Lady Dragomir asked irritatedly.

"Nothing," I said as I gave her a devilish yet innocent smile. She glared at me and winked before turning back to her food. The moment she turned, I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue at her, before returning to eating. If I get caught doing that, I would get another lesson in dinner etiquette. Again. Just as I thought I got away with it, my mother's voice cut through the air and my heart sank.

"Lady Dragomir? Is there a problem there?" My mother, Queen Sally of Serbia, asked, raising a perfectly curved eyebrow at both Lady Dragomir and myself. "No? Then I would like to continue this dinner in relative peace.".

That was my mother for you. She was always the 'perfect' queen. One which was not only cold to anyone below her rank, which was everyone, but also her children. As a child, she never spent any time with me and my younger sister. In fact, she only spent time with my older brothers, Adrian and Nathan because one of them is going to be the heir to the throne.

I rolled my eyes, " It's not like she cares about me or Danielle" I thought. She only pretends she does at formal dinners like this. I really hated formal dinners, which I have every day, Which is horrible. Oh… how I wish I could just obtain magical powers and disappear away, far far away from my mother.

I glanced at my spoilt brothers on the other side, they weren't stuck up or anything, but they always seemed to never be part of my life. They were just there. Then I looked over at my father, King Paul of Serbia, who seemed to always be distant around us. I guess mother controls him too much. I wonder how life would be like if mother actually loved us like any normal person was. Of course, that would never happen. But one would always hope, right?

Talking about my mother, she looked beautiful. She had long auburn hair which reached her back. A perfectly groomed pair of eyebrows and an ethereal face. No wonder father fell in love with her. She looked amazing, even if her personality was horrible. My brothers had inherited her looks, both with auburn hair and perfectly sculpted faces and bodies. However, both my sister and I took after our father. He had groomed black hair and beautiful hazel eyes. My sister was a twin of our father. As for myself, I had long black hair and according to some people, beautiful violet eyes.

I sighed, this was always the topic i didn't like people to bring up. It always made me seem like I was an outsider, never a royalty. Maybe that's why I was always the black sheep of the family. I hardly follow the rules, and when I do, I am usually forced to do so. I especially hated table manners, it always seemed pointless to me. Some days I would stare at myself in the mirror, wondering who I really am. Of course, the mirror never answered. But it was fun to pretend it did and could solve all my problems.

Back to the formal dinner at hand. Mother was still looking at us, her eyes cold but filled with an emotion I did not understand. I wanted to roll my eyes at her, but that would make my punishment of relearning food etiquette far worse. So i put on my best smile and turned to face her.

"Of course mother! Why would you think that anything is wrong?" I smiled at her. Well, two can play the game of being nice. I could feel my smile twisting into a sneer, but i fought to keep my face under control but failed miserably.

"Mercella? What is that face you are showing to your mother?" father piped up, looking up from his food for once and looked at me, obviously with cold eyes once again. I sighed. Of course! Of all things to happen, I catch the attention of my all powerful father.

"I am sorry father. Please forgive my insolence. Mother, I apologize for my behavior." I lowered my head and kept it there, a sign of my surrendering.

"That's better. You will never speak to your mother like that ever again." My father then returned to his food. My mother continued to stare at me.

"That was very rude of you Marcella. You are not to finish your dinner and skip your supper as punishment. Lady Dragomir, make sure my orders are carried out." She finished her sentence. I raised my head and looked at her. I felt hurt that she had done this. Sure, she would make me learn my manners again but she never forbade me from in taking food. My eyes must have conveyed all my feelings of hatred and hurt, because, the next moment, she stood up.

"Enough! You are to go to your room. Now!" She shouted, her eyes blazing. I knew when my defeat came. I quickly left the dining room, too ashamed to see the shocked faces of the rest of my family. Danielle looked horrified. Even my brothers tried to get mother to calm down and allow me to finish my dinner. Father even took a look at mother. But all of their attempts stopped the moment she stood up again and opened her mouth. I rushed to my room, unable to look anymore. Lady Dragomir had exited with me, following behind. The moment I reached my spacious room, which I shared with my governess, I started to cry.

What was so bad about me that made mother hate me so much? Why doesn't my parents love me? What was wrong with me? My brain filled with those thoughts as I lay down on my four poster bed, which was in the middle of the room. I picked up a pillow and threw it towards my midnight blue dresser, right next to my window. It missed the dresser, but hit the window with a satisfying thud. I took another pillow and buried my face in it, tears staining it. I stared at my window, tears staining down my face, only to be shocked when Duke Tazo jumped on me. Duke Tazo is my golden retriever, if you are asking. He was the last present my grandmother, Amabel gave me before she died. I called it Duke Tazo because it was like my son and my son, if I ever had one, would be a duke. I cried into his fur and he sat there to comfort me.

My governess sat down on my bed next to me. Her eyes were soft as she took me into her arms and comforted me. Sure, she is cold to me once we leave my room, but inside the privacy of my room, she is in fact really nice to me. My governess was more of my mother than my mother ever was. Slowly but surely, I stopped crying and drifted off to sleep, still cuddling Tazo to my chest.

Something had woke me up. I sat up in my bed, looking around. Then I heard it, the sounds of gunshots. I started to cry, tears staining the front of my nightdress easily. My governess, Lady Hathaway rushed into the room with wide eyes. She quickly gathered me in her arms without a word and rushed back out of the room. The palace was in a panic and guards were running around, ushering everyone outside. The moment they saw me, they quickly rushed us towards one of the emergency doors. A group of four guards followed us, raising their guns to shoot. I was confused. Who were they shooting? I asked Lady Hathaway but she refused to answer.

Suddenly, one of the guards running with us dropped down to the ground. Blood had splattered onto my clothes and face. I started to cry again, hearing the gunshots and seeing people drop in front of me. No matter how many people fell, Lady Hathaway kept running and I shouted at her to stop. But the noise of the battlefield was too loud and she did not hear me. I pounded at her shoulder and screamed at her to let me go.

"Let me go help them! Please Rose!" I screamed loudly into her ear.

Because of my constant hits, she lost her balance and ran off course. Then suddenly, she fell down too. I rolled out of her arms safely without harming myself.

"Go! Mercella! Run!" Lady Hathaway raised her head, showing me her bloody and bruised face. I nodded and ran as fast as my little legs could take me when a guard took me up. He started running towards the forest near the palace, which was way from the medics who could save my governess. I pounded at his shoulder as well, But he did not veer off course. He was far stronger than Lady Hathaway. Due to my lack of energy, I fainted, the face of Lady Hathaway the last image in my mind.

I woke up, for real this time, breathing heavily with sweat pouring down my back. I strained my ears to listen for gunshots, but none came. I took another deep breath. Every night, I would have the same nightmare of the death of my old governess who died when I was eight. Lady Dragomir ran into my room, having known about my nightmares and wanted to comfort me.

"Sh… calm down sweetie. Stop crying. Nothing will happen." She crooned at me and Tazo whined. I did not even know that i was crying. I felt up to my eyes and dried the tears, leaning into her embrace. I had that nightmare because it was my fault that my governess was dead.

"Lie down sweetheart," I did as instructed, shocked when she started to sing.

Close your eyes, I know what you see.

The darkness is high, and you're in ten feet deep.

But we've survived, more terrible monsters than sleep.

You know I, will be here to tell you, to breath….

I fell asleep, still leaning against Lady Dragomir, my last conscious thought was about how sweet her voice sounded to my ears and how soft Tazo's fur was.

Date done: 14 December 2014

Time: 10.45

Written By: Adira and Delanie

Disclaimer: We do not own anything.

Email: auroraoftheskies .sg