Felicia's P.O.V

After my house got burned down to razes, I had taken a new house in the city of London. It was large, airy, generally comfortable.

I am Felicia Artemis Walters, daughter of Poseidon and Artemis. Goddess of dance, luck and weapon(ary). I was generally pretty cool but when I lost it, don't be surprised to find a bunch of trident's aimed at your head.

I was pretty much a new goddess, only 3 days old, and temperamental as shit. If I got angry as a demigod, the most that would happen was a ten foot wave crashing on your head or a shooting star nearly razing you.

But now it was something like, you would have arrows shooting past your nose or bad luck for fifteen years. Screw breaking mirrors, just make me angry and hey, there we go.

However, since my coronation as a goddess was not yet over, The Lord of Moroniness (yes that is a word in my book) and Mr. Grumpysaurus Zeus decided that me, some four other gods were not yet complete gods so yes, we were not all that bad, but bad enough.

I lived with my best friend or half sister, Phoenix, Phoenix Hunt. We called her playfully Phoenixy or P. She was the goddess of instruments and willpower or courage in her Roman form. And my, she would make anyone crumble in front of her. She was the daughter of Athena and Poseidon.

My other best friend, Katherine Matthew, also daughter of Kronos and Hestia (Yes Kronos was a man whore who shagged his own daughter to produce his granddaughter). She was the goddess of technology and time (Kate was elected after the defeat of Kronos), which was pretty awesome. Whenever we were not on schedule, she would simply pause time and let us through.

I was tall, quite tall for a female, 5'11, slender, yet curvy with dark mahogany hair and brown eyes. My eyes were pretty cool. Whenever moved with any strong emotion, due to mom's(Artemis, duh) blessing, they would turn silver-blue. So cool.

So I had moved to a new place and Phoenix and I had just literally finished unpacking. Kate was living with a Brit youtuber, who I liked a lot as a sister, PJ Ligouri.

Now, don't get me wrong, but Kate liked PJ. Like had a tiny crush on him. But the adamant goddess of time refused to accept it and so we were left in a small romantic soup.

Let me tell you about my past.

I was not always Felicia Walters, oh no. The moronic gods of Olympus thought we were threats to Olympus, so His Most Retarded Majesty, Lord Zeus, sent us to live with the mortals.

We were Indian, initially. I was born on 22nd of February 1990. My birth name was Anusuya Nair till I was 2 ½ and then I was named Felicia, and I was adopted by two of the nicest Mist-seeing mortals, George and Rachel Walters

Till I was about thirteen, they hid it from me, always mocking me to have a wild imagination whenever I saw something through the Mist. It was when I met Kate, who was just as wacky as she is now.

Kate and I are of the same age. We met in 4th grade, and we have been inseparable. Phoenixy, is 2 years elder than, and was the daughter of my dance teacher.

Even then I had a strong passion for dance. I could barely stand straight for ten minutes, much less stop swaying. And people always said I caused good thing to happen to them. I used to always be called for my step-sister's singing programs and what not.

Then when I was thirteen, my sister, daughter of Apollo and Bellona, Aishwarya Nair and I were made to sit down and were told the whole story. I took to my new name at once. Aish is still clinging to hers and she's twenty six. Talk about not letting things go.

When I finished my SSC, i.e. 10th standard, I did my junior college and then went to Oxford for pursuing literature. And now I'm twenty one.

Now in London, where I currently am, there is not much scope of Indian Classical dance being recognized but, hey, I did it.

Our institute, which we had named Natyarambha, not giving a shit what other annoying British people thought, or whether or not they could pronounce it. We, in our institution taught ballet, Bharatnatyam, tango, piano, guitar , violin, cello, harp, hip-hop etc. Pretty epic.

Also I had a career on YouTube as a v-logger. My name was PelicansAreJustSoCool.

And yes, before you ask, I obsessed over Nerimon, charlieissocoollike, danisnotonfire, AmazingPhil, JennaMarbles and BryarlyBishop.

We, as in Phoenix and I lived together above the institute. It was a lovely place, our own little haven of happiness and dance and music.

But being the scatter-brain that she is, Phoenixy on-ed the gas the other day, and casually forgot to off the god-forsaken device.

And then we had to buy a new house.

Back to the present. My phone was ringing.

Cool. Aish-darling had phoned.

"Hey, chick" I said cheerfully.

"Hi baby-girl, did you get everything safely into the flat?"

"Mm, yes."

"Greeted the new neighbors?"

"No."

"Are you mental? Where are your manners?! Go greet them before I tell Dad to send a beam of fire at your moronic head!"

"Calm your harpies down. Why are you getting a stroke if I haven't greeted the neighbors?"

"Coz, Dad told me that there's gonna be a huge fun surprise for you!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Apollo told you there is gonna be a huge fun surprise for me?" I was definitely suspicious now. Whatever Apollo thought was a fun surprise was usually not so much…fun.

"Yes dear. Bake a few brownies and go meet the neighbor. Phone me at 4, okay? Dad will be there too, so incase you're mad, you can yell at him."

I laughed. "You speak as though baking brownies is as easy as falling of a rock."

"Call me later darling. I'm busy."

I snorted. "Of course you are."

"Felix" said Aishwarya warningly.

"Okay, okay, mischief managed."

I heard her smile as she said, "Mischief managed and may the odds-"

I grinned "-be ever in your favor."

I clicked my iPhone off and sighed.

Baking brownies here we come.

I smiled in victory.

Success.

I gazed at myself in the mirror and said, "For Merlin's sake, you're Felicia Walters. Go archer. You can greet your new neighbors."

I took a deep breath, locked my house and rang the bell.

The person who opened the door cried, "Felix!"

"PJ? You guys are living here?" I squealed.

"No, just come to meet one of my mates."

"Oh. I just moved here-"

"Cool."

"I know right? So cool! And then using the good manners Mom and Dad taught me, I am greeting the new neighbors."

"Just a sec" he said, smiling. "OI" he shouted. "Dan, Phil, look who's here!"

Suddenly my heart started hammering. Crap, crap, crap.

Even my luck couldn't be that bad.

But it was.

Because….

Coming outside the door, looking extremely gorgeous and sexy and hot and handsome and rugged and cute and what not were.

Daniel Howell and Philip Lester.

Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil.

FML.