She stared at the night sky, finally coming to realize just how vast it was. No. She thought. How can I be the daughter of one who rules all that? Each twinkled in its own rhythm, humming her their melody, as if they were inviting her to join them in their kingdom. She found the major constellations, Ursa major, Orion, peruses, Cassiopeia, gazing upon them as if she was reassuring herself that this wasn't all a dream. She prided herself in the fact that even though the whole world had been flip upside-down on her she was still the same girl she was six months ago, before all this happened. A voice from behind made her jump out of her trance like state. "Are you okay?" She spun around, hand reaching by instinct to the knife she kept with her at all times. The bronze blade glowing in the gloom.
He stood in front of her, maybe sixteen or seventeen, ruffled sandy hair, golden green eyes and a playful smirk. How someones eyes could be both golden and green at the same time she did not know, but his were. Yet again she had seen many strange things recently. "Not going to hurt me are you?" he asked raising his arms like he would if she was a police woman planing to arrest him. She looked around confused realizing for the first time that she had drawn he blade. She had to admit it did cross her mind to show this nervy kid were he belonged. So what if he is six years older than me? She thought. At least give him a chance. The reasonable, not always suspicious part of her brain argued. Reluctantly she sheathed the knife, eying him closely. "Good. Now sis, care to tell me what is wrong?" She glared at him. She wanted to scream at him, and tell him to leave her alone, and that if she did have problem, which she didn't, she wouldn't tell him any why. Yet she knew that would be futile. Wait what did he call her? Sis. If her memory served correctly. She diffidently did not have another sibling, and he was way too old to be her lost brother.
"Sis?" she asked questioningly. Her eyes told what her voice did not. That she would not hesitate to beat the crap out of him, and his best bet was to keep talking.
"Half sister, technically," he added.
"My mother only had one child." she stated. Daring him to challenge her.
"No not your mother. Your father."
"I don't have a father," she stated profoundly. After years of resent this is what she had dicided to do. Deny.
"Yes you do. I am his child as well," the blonde rebutted.
"You may be my brother by blood, but I don't have a father. I have half of some guys DNA, but he is not my father. Did he ever met me? Call? Or even just write one lousy letter? No! So I tell you I do not have a father."
The distant thunder seem to unnerve the blonde. And he now spoke with renewed vigor, "Yes you do. You have a father who is proud of you, but just isn't allowed to really show it. It's not his fault. I have kids too, just because I don't see them every day doesn't mean I don't love them."
"Kids? Who are you, What are you?"
"I think you know." The truth was she did. They were gods. Greek gods to be exact. Her father was one too. Gods. Just a lousy excuse too have lots of kids and be lousy parents. She scorned.
Your Apollo," she guessed. He smiled warmly at her. Teeth bright white and blinding.
"Come with me. We need to talk." She followed him, finally accepting the fact that he was out to get her.