Second Chances
Summary: The famous before aren't so famous now. Those heroes you adore and those bad guys you hate are given a second chance. Congratulations Adonis! You're alive!
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Queen Pasiphae was the royalty from Crete, a manipulative ruler who shared her husband's ruthlessness. Yet, somehow rebirth made her a new body and mind in the form of a fifteen year old son of Ares: Kyle Aaron Ferrer is a menace, the teacher's greatest source of migraines and the school's very own grinch.
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"I'm watching you."
Aaron sat up feeling overwhelmed at the three-worded threat from his dreams. It never stopped and his nightmares would always leave him in cold sweat and stiff muscles as if the whole time he spent sleeping tensed, rigid and steady like a log. He wiped his brows using the back of his hand and panted heavily, letting the cold January breeze fill his lungs as he took a minute to forget the nightmare. After all, a new day signifies a new beginning - he said so to himself.
The bed Aaron used was an old rickety piece of wood while it may still hold a semblance of elegance and classic beauty, the boy considered it shitty beyond this day's standards. Perhaps in another time the bed maybe of use to dukes or even kings but for now it served three foster children huddled together for space, warmth and comfort.
He sighed when realization took place that today was the day Aaron's social worker decided to transfer him into a new foster family: the Ordinario's and Aaron couldn't bring himself to feel anything more than shame that he always, without fail, ended up in a family whose surname was nothing but ironic. His current family, the Stronghold's had the the most number of hospital visits in Fairbanks, Alaska and the raven haired boy, while not the smartest kid in the state, knew for a fact that his new family would definitely not be as ordinary as their name.
Correction. Not just shame. Apparently dread made its nasty way into his mind twitching his pale lips down into an ugly frown.
"What in the world could bring that face up early in the morning?" Aaron's russet-colored eyes travelled to the sides where a tall, gangly man leaned by the door. Jake Stronghold, his foster father, a man with a motor mouth that could rival the most experienced debater in history for how quick he spoke drained Aaron's limited energy. "Today's a big day sunshine! Try to liven up a bit. C'mon-" The idiot started to coaxed, a bright smile plastered on his face as if Aaron would be excited at the prospect of moving into another location after six months. "- there's huge breakfast Therese made downstairs."
Beside him, the spongebob comforter flew revealing short, blonde twins. One was born with wide ears while the other had a cleft palate.
"N'well n'what are n'we n'waitin for?" Mike asked, he was already slipping his slippers on to race his brother for breakfast. Mark responded by grabbing his twin's shoulder length hair back hard earning him a wince from the other and a snort from the teen.
"What are you teaching them Aaron Kyle?" His benefactor had his arms crossed looking completely like a disappointed father except that Jake got his name wrong.
'Strong in body and mind my ass!'
"It's Kyle Aaron dumbass." He replied with an eye roll, "I've been here since August and the best goodbye gift you'll ever give is by getting my name right!"
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Hades tried to keep his glare to a minimum, just enough for the demigod to feel his ominous presence, not quite strong that would leave him paranoid to the point of insanity. No, Hades wanted it to be like a shroud of shadows observing Aaron's every movement as he climbed out of bed and made his way down for hearty meal. The god wanted his preys alert - at least giving him a challenge while mentally counting the days they still have - because no matter how much he desired for those damned sinners and spoiled heroes to remain in his realm the deed was already done. The spirits were given another life and if someone asked the god of death what rebirth is he'd vehemently reply: "It's what they think they deserve."
As the god of the underworld and the entities within his dominion, Hades deserved the right to choose who needed a life above ground, not the fates and certainly not a glorified mortal who so happened to get a lucky spot in Elysium.
Despite all of this, he couldn't tear a hair out from demigods just because he felt like it. Those blasted ancient laws kept him bound not to interfere.
However, while his being wasn't praised for wisdom Hades could be as clever as Athena. He will wait and watch.
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Hello friends! I had this story at the back of my head for some time now. It hasbeen persistent and won't stop nagging me until this is created. I initially wanted this to be a one shot be decided against it and maybe have a little fun by making this an OC fic. So SYOC now while I'm busy for the next few weeks.
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