Oh gods, please spare me. This is really slow starting, and I swear on the Styx that it picks up later on, in another chapter or two. Trust me, please.

Anyway, enjoy!

Think about how the worst day of your life started.

Well, mine started after I got out of the shower, made a quick breakfast, and was blow drying my hair while eating cereal at the same time, hoping to be finished before the bus roared down the street to my stop. Turns out I was still early.

I stepped outside, the chilly air comforting, and sat down on the brick steps in front of the yellow house I lived in. Even though it stuck out like a sore thumb in between the white houses on either side in my shabby yet awesome neighborhood, it was very beautiful; the lawn was well-kept, with a small circle with shredded wood and a small rusty bench with a purposely shattered pot (after I accidentally knocked it over a few years back, giving it a massive fissure on one side) and flowers. The inside was nice for a small, inexpensive house. The floors, except the dining room, were all wood, which me and my dad had installed ourselves. Lots of art decorated the house. Me and my stepmom, Angela, were artists, so it only seemed right.

After settling down for a few minutes, still waiting for the bus, I glanced down the hill where my 7th grade friend, Emily, lived. Her house was three houses down and across the street. I was about to walk down the street to the other bus stop, but I felt like I couldn't move, and that my eyes were deceiving me...

I had to squint to see the large black shape. The already comfortably cool air suddenly tensed and felt electrified. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was being hunted, and in danger. I had the sudden urge to run inside and grab my obsidian sword, Black Lightning. But Emily's mother walked up the stairs to the front porch of their house, and the black shape disappeared. Her mom didn't even glance to where the shape was posted seconds before.

All throughout the day, I felt shaken, and like I was being watched. I couldn't get the shape out of my mind…

"LILY!"

I jumped and yelped. I finally realized that Tyler had to yell into my ear to get my attention. It was first period, band, and because it was B week, our schedules got swapped and were backwards on B weeks. So it was the end of the day, and I had finally noticed.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You haven't spoken all day! Did something happen with…your mom?"

You see, since I was in 1st grade, my parents have been divorced. It wasn't all that bad, really…my dad got married to my now-stepmom Angela, and they have been happy since. But in 4th grade, Mom started this huge war between my dad and herself. My grades began to slip. I became horrible at math (yeah, SUCH a depressing loss. I'm rolling my eyes), but I thankfully stayed in the Gifted Program. I didn't truly realize what was going on. In 6th grade, around March in Honor Band, me and Tyler truly met for the first time. I never thought much of him, because at the time I was shy and had little to no friends, and thought no one would like me. He asked me out not too long later.

Eventually I climbed the social ladder. I got a huge group of friends, stuff like that. But my mom started lying to my face about everything. She was threatened to go to jail a few times, and I got involved because of her. That is a big no-no. Not my fault.
Me and Tyler broke up for the first time somewhere near September I think, cause he was mooning over some girl. I'll just skip ahead, because besides that, nothing happens.

After breaking up the second time, me and Tyler stayed friends. In 8th grade, things got REALLY bad. I mean, so bad that, um, thoughts and stuff …yeah. I would- as my weakling self and soft spot for him loved- talk to him about my problems. He was one of the two people I trusted the most. I honestly still loved him, and I knew he did too, especially after he admitted it last year when we were still dating. He still cared for me the most.

"N-no…it's nothing, really." I forced a weak smile, and he narrowed his beautiful blue eyes at me. I knew he would have pressured me a lot more, but my miserable little ass got saved by the dismissal bell. I shot out the band door as they called for 8th grade, feeling lucky that I didn't have to play my instrument today, like Tyler did. If I knew him though, he would put his trumpet away as fast as he could and rush after me. But I boarded the bus before any other students could stream out the doors.

The ride home was a nightmare.

We had an older bus because, apparently, our new one broke down, so I was really queasy about the first 5 seconds. Tyler was texting me a storm, which he never did so early after school. I must have looked pretty bad.

The funny thing is, even though I usually looked out the door window from the back seat of my bus, I never truly saw the sleek black car following the bus.

Instead of getting off at the stop above my stop, because walking was faster than waiting for the bus driver to drive all the way around my neighborhood, I got off at my house. I didn't like the feeling that car radiated. The car parked in front of my neighbor's yard, and I bolted to my house. I didn't make it.

Three figures got out of the car. They were at least six-five, and had brown wolf heads. Instead of shoes, they had hairy, long feet with wicked sharp claws, and for hands, they had paws which also sported claws. One carried a sword, another a spear, and the driver carried a…pizza slice? "In a hurry?" I muttered under my breath.

The one with the pizza slice raised its hand. I whammed into an invisible force field, blocking the entrance to my house. They muttered something in a language, Latin I think, and charged me. Funny how easily I understood them as if they spoke English: "That's the one."

I still had my training sword (it's actually a balanced piece of long bamboo shaved off at the perfect length to fit me, but you don't know that) behind the bushes in front of my house, so I of course grabbed it with my right hand. I waited, and heard all three of them stop. I switched my stick/sword to my left hand, even though I was right-handed. For some reason, since the day I got it, it felt more comfortable in my left hand, so that was my official sword hand, though I could do work with my right.

I leaped out of the bushes, hitting Ugly Spear Wolf on the left side of his neck, and he staggered backward. Turning right, I switched hands and caught Ugly Sword Wolf in the stomach. He fell onto the steps, and I turned to Ugly Pizza Wolf, switching hands yet again. I was about to strike, but he caught the stick/sword and pulled it downwards, dragging me with it. The grass on my lawn tastes horrible.

Ugly Sword Wolf and Ugly Spear Wolf had gotten up, Spear Wolf rubbing his neck. They muttered something in Greek, which I understood for some reason:

Spear: "This is the half-blood we have been looking for?"

Pizza: "Of course it is, you blot-head! Not any fun though, too easy to take down."

Sword: "What of that other one we must capture?"

Pizza: "His name…Tyler David, I think. Master will be so pleased!"

Well, there was one thing I knew for sure, I wasn't pleased. Pure anger that I have never felt before flooded through me. I felt a pull at my gut, something unfamiliar. I stood up, that rush of anger still there. The next thing I knew, water was everywhere…

…And I was controlling it.

My movements felt smooth and fluid, like I had been doing them all my life. Water, from the pipes in houses around me, from the sewer system, was listening to my command: destroy the wolf dudes. They howled and howled, but it was soon cut off by the water. I didn't know what happened next, but I collapsed on my now drenched lawn, but I felt like I was slowly being regenerated.

"What the-"

Good job, my daughter. I felt an unfamiliar voice in my head, and it was calm and reassuring. You will find out soon enough. But for now, the water will regenerate your strength. Go find your friend, and I will guide you. I had no idea what the voice meant, but I did as it told. The water did, indeed, regenerate my energy, but I had to lay out on the grass to touch enough of it.

The strange thought of what-the-hell-just-happened came into my head. I realized how incredibly strange this turn of events was. Huge black shapes? Weird pizza-wielding wolf dudes? Voices in my head calling me "daughter"? Sudden water powers? Me and Tyler's lives being threatened? I heard a roar in the distance, and realizing the force field was no longer present in front of my door, I ran inside, grabbed Black Lightning and the keys to my dad's old Beamer, and bolted outside. I knew what to do-I think.

Starting up the BMW that was nearly as old as I was and shoving my obsidian with diamond on the inside for extra support sword in the back, I shifted into reverse and floored it, running over a few snake-women monsters. They disintegrated into dust immediately. I drove fast as I could to Tyler's house.
Little did I know that we would have a world to save.

Fuck, that was horrible, but thanks for reading anyway. You have absolutely NO idea how excited I am to write this story... see you next time, hopefully! (Probably tomorrow)