The entrance to the gods' realm was in a church in a small village called Methven, Scotland. I never went far from Methven so when I looked out the window of my small yellow beetle, I sighed. Scotland was notorious for rain, but its fog was undoubtedly worse. The fog was thick and seemed to swim around my car it seeped through the air-con and it was like it whispered to me. 'Come here, come closer'. Then suddenly, CRASH! I slammed on my breaks and looked in my rear-view mirror to see if I'd hit someone, or thing. The fog had mysteriously disappeared. I looked at my surroundings, the church was across the road a few meters from my grasp, but it was then that I caught sight of a bloody, disembowelled, what I assumed to be, corpse. I got out of the car and turned round slowly hating what I would see. However it surprised me to see that there, in the middle of the road where the corpse had been, was a boy... man. He looked straight at me. A calm, deep voice whispered in my head "they told me to wait for you." "Who's they," I thought. "The gods," came the easy reply. I was used to telepathy as dad and my uncles had used it on me a lot, to see if there were any boys they could tease me about, but I had since learnt to close my mind from everyone, so who was this... this guy to do it to me?
Peter
She wasn't human, possibly like me (a Godling), but she had the same presence as a god. Her jet black hair put midnight to shame and she had rosy red cheeks, which framed her perfectly proportioned nose.
As a cool breeze blew on her face, my eyes were drawn down to her, dark ocean blue, dress which reached down to her feet. She was beautiful, and I hadn't even asked her name. Her pale green eyes shone with wisdom far superior to that of a normal teen, she was the one the gods had sent me to find. That was when I asked her name.
Mamina
Okay so I wasn't used to talking to people it scared me, as a Godling I had learned to hide myself away and stay inconspicuous. As a Godling I wasn't allowed to form bonds with humans (apart from parents) or other Godlings (unless they lived in the gods' world). As a Godling it was hard to get emotionally tied to someone and the next minute they get ripped to shreds by demons that are revenge killing. I felt my cheeks go redder because I seemed to half- shout, half- stammer my name out, "M-M-Mamina." He had coal-black hair that seemed to glitter with red, when the sun burst through the grey sky. He reminded me of someone but I couldn't think who it was. As a Godling I had to spot a weakness in an opponent, so naturally I studied the muscles on his arms, he must work out, I thought, and sensing me checking out his arms flexed his muscles and he flashed a cocky, crooked smile. Which brought me back to his face; he had a very cute button nose, framed by the sooty smudges that were his eyebrows. Under his eyebrows were his eyes, a warm oak colour that seemed full of a joy, a joy of which I had never known. I could get lost in his eyes forever, but suddenly was snapped out of my daydream by his small sweet cough. I realised I had not asked his name, so to cover up my error, I asked in my Atlantic dialect. "And what prey, is yours?".
"Peter" he replied, in a gravely voice as his eyes focused on me in a piercing gaze. I looked around, conscious of the fact I hadn't taken a step towards the church yet, it was my sanctuary and if this turned into a fight I was still far from its heavenly doors. After finally noting the breath taking beauty of the church as its tower stretched over the non-descript semis.
"They asked me to take you to them" he said also looking at the church as if taking it in for he first time. "It has that affect on every one" he said the last few words ripping his eyes off the church, when he looked back at me the brows on his face were dipped, almost as if he missed something.
"Let's go then" I replied sliding into my English tongue.
"So you do speak normally" he grumbled obviously thinking I could not hear him.
So just to spite him I replied in a nonchalant tone "one has to work at it, what with us trying to blend in, but yes one does indeed, speak what you may call normal, but is really just a term hereby meaning slang of the old languages. Now then shall one go in or does one have to force another?" I snorted... in Portuguese, and marched up towards the church, pulled open the heavy plain pine doors that kept non's and demons out and crossed the thresh-hold into the brilliance that was my home. The land of the mighty gods!
Mamina
It wasn't really a church, it was a portal through which only people with gods blood can pass, that is why it displeased me (very much) when I saw Peter step through the glittering door way and onto the pure white marble floor after me. But almost immediately my mood lifted as I saw my almost-sister Beth standing at the golden gates of the white city. I grew up with Beth, she was the one person I could count on. She was like a sister to me and she had a gift, she could see visions of the future.
Peter
Light blue, brown speckled eyes peeked out at me from behind Mamina. "Its ok Beth really, he's cool, well he hasn't tried to kill me yet." She reassured her then murmured into Beth's ear which was tucked behind long blonde curly hair. The girls both giggled and the tension dissipated. I nodded appreciably at Marina, suddenly feeling self-conscious. This of course brought on another fit of giggles. Marina stepped out the way, laughing so hard I thought her lungs were going to burst, and, it was only then that I got a good look at Beth. She was a little smaller than me, her hair shimmered and bounced in the light like mine did, only blond instead of red, on a sunny day. Also her hair was waist length and as curly as a fun-slide at an amusement park. Beth had a button nose –which vaguely resembled mine- and her eyes looked like they were going to burst with all the different shades of blues and greens. She was wearing a long dress the colour of vanilla ice cream. She looked me in the eyes and I felt a shock of remembrance and she felt it too. Then it was Marina who spoke up "you both look like you've seen a-" she stopped she looked at us again "oh..." she said worriedly. "So who's your daddy?" she asked to me, I hesitated. "Hades" Answered Beth even though we had never met she knew the answer. Then without any warning Beth's eyes turned fluorescent orange and she started having a vision that would change the rest of our lives.
Marina
It was the scariest thing I'd ever seen. Beth's eyes had turned the colour of an 80's wallpaper and her golden locks floated up into the air. Her feet lifted off the ground gently and her voice turned demonic in nature as she spoke a new prophecy. "The three are teen and together they are. The Old Ones have gathered and now they are awake. To defeat them they must look to their blood and find the bridge that leads to their bond." Beth fell to the floor but her eyes stayed orange. Then suddenly, her big bad daddy, Zeus appeared.
Peter
It was the first time I'd seen him but it was obvious who he was. He was in a human form but the power that emitted from him was epic. Any normal human would have crumbled under his will however I possessed some of his brother's blood therefore I could hold against him... sometimes. "Bring her to the castle, and you" he gestured to Mamina, "we have much to discuss." he boomed.
Mamina
So Peter sort of doesn't look the same he looks weak and ugly next to his Uncle. His Uncle had gold hair, not tinted gold, pure gold that made him look like an angel (although there's no such thing). He was perfectly built, muscular everything you could imagine. Of course he was also my uncle and the most powerful god ... ever. So when he said "we need to talk" I basically wet myself.
Peter
I had been to busy to notice my surroundings before but now I gazed upon the wonders if this world. The city gate lay ahead of us pure white and intricate patterns shone on its Golden gates. Wonder overcame me as I looked upon fountains and courtyards. Hearths were of course in every building but needed no chimneys. This was a place of rest, a place of relaxation but overall a place of power. I could literally feel magic pounding through my veins. I could feel it in my heart and soul. It felt... wrong, unlike the magic in the demon world, this was pure, and it melted my entire soul.
Mamina
Peter fell to the ground whether it is excitement or joy that caused it I wasn't sure, but I could feel the purity surrounding him cleansing him, and thought he would be out of it for a while. Then something unexpected happened, Zeus bent over and attempted to pick up Peter, he couldn't. A physical lightening bolt snapped between the two, Zeus was shocked, something was very, very wrong.