Hi, I am new to writing stories and would appreciate constructive criticism.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or I am Number Four.
Chapter 1
The divorce was easy to get through. He agreed. Everyone was shocked. Paper work was easy to get through, Athena helped of course.
That was how the Queen of the Gods stayed queen, but not married. All her life she has watched her husband mingle with other women, lust after them. Jealousy would surge through her powerful body. She wanted him to lust after her, love her. But he chose the mortals and immortals over her. Am I not good enough? she would ask herself every day. She knew the answer- she was good enough, it was the fact that he wasn't good enough for her. Unfaithful, ungrateful and selfish, that's what he is, was and will always be. She could say so much more, but he is her ex-husband, and she still is the goddess of marriage. She may not be married to him, but she was and she has morals. After all she still is the queen of the gods.
She can't help but laugh at the irony of the situation. She should've done these things millennia ago. At the time though, she convinced herself he was perfect. He is handsome, strong and powerful. Well, even goddesses can be wrong sometimes. Yet, the thing she regrets most is destroying the lives of the innocent women that fell into his trap. They did nothing, it was his entire fault. But, she realizes she can't live in her horrible and claustrophobic past. She was free now. A free goddess, with no man to hold her down. I should have said something years ago, she thinks. She is the goddess of woman, why didn't she do this earlier.
"Stupid fates", Hera, the queen of the gods, mutters as she grabs her last belonging- a sky blue necklace Zeus gave her when he used to adorn her after they first got married. She decides to throw it away later. She needs to let go and having things Zeus gave her or are belongings of Zeus is not the way to do it.
Everything she owned was at her mansion, her own mansion. She abandoned it years ago to move in with Zeus. Hera beamed herself over to her home and set the necklace on her dressing table, not his, not ours, hers. Her deep grey-hazel eyes look over her bed. Her sheets adorned with the soft silk material and peacock feather patterns.
Hera smiles at herself in the mirror, "Today was a good day", and she whispers as she climbs into her bed and falls asleep while looking through the window at the throne room.
I will continue this story. Chapter two is coming up soon. Thank you.