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Fly, Fly Away

19 years later...

"So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean.

Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes.

Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between.

Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide…"

The song blared on the radio, blotting out the 15 year old girl's every worry. Usually what everyone else found too loud, was calming to her. She had chestnut brown hair that was cut short and angled so it grazed her jaw precisely. Her eyes were a bright, inquisitive blue and she wore a golden locket, which she had never actually opened. Her name was Dyna. Just Dyna.

Dyna lived with her mother, a lawyer named Angela Johnson. Her mother, well, let's just say she despised her in every way, shape and form. Dyna had always loved deafening music, especially electric guitar, and spent most of her time listening to it. Her mother listened to what Dyna called elevator music. Angela wore dapper clothes that Dyna would never dream of wearing and she always got told of for it. Her mother was clever, strict and just downright evil. Things get worse from here, and I see now reason to go any further.

So, one day when Dyna got a mysterious message from a stranger, she kept it to herself. It was a letter, one that he had just found sitting on her bed one day after she came home from school.

Dyna had stormed into her room and chucked her backpack onto her bed. This is stupid. She thought as she leafed through her math homework. When are we actually going to use this? After about five minutes of Algebra she slammed her binder shut. Let's try Reading… Dyna hated reading. She was dyslexic and everything on the pages made next to no sense to her. Five seconds later, she groaned in frustration and threw the binder into her backpack. That's when she noticed it. The note. She picked it up and read it. (Collective gasp)

I know who you are, Dyna.

I know your story.

I know your past.

I know your present.

I know your future.

I know your death.

I know you are a demigod.

So meet me a midnight, where dark seems to remain.

My name is Prometheus, and I am a Titan.

Dyna had no idea what to do. Wild thoughts raced around her head. This person was obviously insane; she narrowed that down, but… What if he was a Titan? Anything was possible, that was a stupid phrase in her opinion, but something seemed to fit with this. She pondered the idea. Dyna waited and thought and figured and thought some more. When midnight came around she had decided.

Now, where does darkness remain?