Hey guys! So how have you been. I know I haven't updated in a while and when other authors do that it pisses me off. So I guess I understand if you are mad at me. I am a little hyper, but please continue reading.
"Kara will you please tell me a story about you and Zoe. Please." She was sitting on a bed, holding her stuffed grey owl and staring at me with large grey eyes.
"What if I told you a story about your mother or something like that?" I really didn't feel like tell a long story tonight, or a story at all.
"Please. I ship you and Zoe together and I want to know more about your relationship." Where had she heard shipping from. "Zara is my OTP."
"Annabeth have you been talking to Aphrodite." I said pulling her under the covers of the single bed.
"No. I think he was called Eros or maybe it was Aros, but he tells me all about you and Zoe when you were back in Greece." She smiled and I felt like flying to Olympus and punching a god's lights out.
"Don't talk to him anymore. I tell you a story if you promise not to talk to him anymore." I looked at her and her grey eyes looked sad.
"But he seems so nice and he tells me so many more stories about you and Zoe, than you ever did." She smiled at me and gave me, large grey owl eyes.
"But could he tell you a story about Zoe and I getting arrested in Mexico." I knew I had reached checkpoint of Eros, because no one but us knows that story.
"No. You and her got arrested, tell me." She pushed the covers off her and crawled into my lap.
"Magic word." I looked at her.
"Please."
"Well the magic word was feathers, but I guess please will work." I started to tickle her stomach and she giggled filling the air with a beautiful thing. I loved children's laughter, because you didn't hear it much in my line of work.
"Ok, it was a hot Friday morning when the airplane landed in Mexico…"
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After finishing the story, I pulled the covers up to Annabeth's chin and placed a kiss on her forehead before she rolled over.
She slept like me. Her hand covering her nose and the owl covering her ear that was not on the pillow. Toes sticking out from under the covers, because for some reason they heated up first.
I sat down on the other bed, unused to the sinking effect you got when you sat down on a bed. Since I usually slept on the ground on a rug.
I turned on the lamp beside my bed, getting ready to make my tea and light my candles. I had horrible sleeping problems, because sleep is were the monsters, fears, and anything else I didn't want to face yet was.
Tea was made by Morpheus himself, pulling all the peaceful relaxation from the mortals and putting it in a tea for me to drink. It was slowly losing its effects on me, but I still would do anything for peaceful sleep.
The candles would always work with my acute sense of smell, but they did not cause sleep they cause me to relax my body enough to sleep.
I took the glass of water, I had gotten for myself, and started to run my fingers slowly up and down it heat it so the tea would mix. After a few minutes the water in the glass was boiling, so I dropped four tea bags into it.
I lit my finger on fire and brought it near the four candles that sat on the table. The first one lit and the smell of lavender filled the air. After light the three others, the air smelled like lemon balm, mint, lavender, and valerian.
Annabeth sighed in her sleep, peaceful dreams must be running through her little head. Demigods dreams had not plague her yet.
I pulled out the tea bags from the glass and set them in the trashcan. Lifted the glass up it spun with peaceful dreams of mortals. Laying on the beach, swimming in a lake, talking with your friends, whatever mortals found peaceful that night swam in my glass.
I lifted it to my lips as I sat down on the bed, as the freezing cold liquid ran down my throat, after causing my teeth to ache. That is what you get from drinking pure unconsciousness. I laid down on my back, waiting for the tea and candles to mix and put me to sleep.
I think I was awake for a few hours, before everything took effect I just wished it hadn't.
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I truly wondered if I ever actually slept at night, because I felt as awake as I was in the Realm of Awake. As I wandered down a random hallway, looking for something to do that would not cause me heartbreak or sadness when I woke up and trapdoor opened right under me.
I felt the air whip past me as I fell into the murky darkness. I tried to grew my wings to stop or slow my fall, but for some reason they would not come out.
Red clouds were beside me in the air and I realized I was heading for the Tartarus section of my memories. Well, that will be fun.
My wings finally spread behind my body and caught the air in my head, but then I heard a loud boom and looked down to see a pillar of black glass raising towards me.
I flapped my wings trying to get higher, maybe get back through that trapdoor that had lead me hear, but I seemed to remain suck at this altitude.
The pillar opened up, like a mouth, and grabbed my legs, trapping me from flying away. I tried to summon my crystal, but nothing seemed to work tonight.
The pillar started a slow descend after it cement my lower half in itself and I decided to give up, for I had a while before I reached what I though was the ground. But as I said nothing was working with me tonight. The pillar burst into thousands of black glass shards and all together we fell towards the ground.
My wings spread just before I hit the ground, but something grabbed my leg, throwing me to the ground. A boot landed on my back as if it had been planned. I fought of the urge to scream as someone stepped on my most sensitive spot on my body, right between my wings.
"Hello, old friend or should I say old doormat. How has it been?" He shifted his foot, also causing the scream to want to come out, but I held it in.
"Get off me Kronos, or I swear to Chaos I will throw you off." I tried to keep the pain out of my voice as I tried to wiggle out from under his foot.
"Ahh, but where would the fun be in that." I felt him start to shift his foot again and rolled away from it. Black shards dug into my skin as I got away from Kronos.
Shards fell to the ground behind me, forming a chair that quickly hit the back of my legs as it come forward to Kronos.
"How long has it been, little goddess, two maybe three years." He sat down in a chair that formed behind him.
"Three years since the garden incident. How is being cut up into pieces been?" I said as the glass turned clear as my body heat grew hotter.
"Wonderful, really, getting to really know myself piece by piece." He smiled and raised his hands, making my chair rumble and grew higher.
"Hello, your highness. As a lowly peasant I have a request for you." He bowed his scarred nose almost touching the ground. He said he would never bring this up again.
"Why are you bring this up, we both agreed to forget," I said trying to throw off the glass crown that had somehow been placed on my head.
"I want you to remember when you were just like your family. Power hungry and wanting a kingdom you could rule over with an iron fist." He smirked, remembering this was the way we first met.
"Why, Kronos?" I said simply, trying hard to get off the crown, but did not budge.
"My queen, you know my name!" He sounded surprised and knelt again.
"Stop this game, you insolent fool!" I snapped at him, the throne breaking and the crown falling away.
"I am sorry, my queen. Please don't send me to the dungeons." He actually looked scared of me and I realized what he was doing. He was trying to get me angry, because when I was angry I was just like the gods.
"Stop playing this game, I was young and foolish. I believed you were truly my friend and I was sorely mistaken." I said taking a deep breath, trying to control myself.
"If I had known what you would have become, I would have never tried to kill her." He smiled a small glass hunter appeared in his hand, Zoe.
"What do you want from me." I said, trying to get the thought of crushing the statue out of my head.
"I am rising. I have the strength, but I need a host until my body is truly reformed. I want a strong host, powerful. The gods fear them. You are perfect for me. Think of it, you would finally make them listen to you." He reached out for my shoulder, and I tried to get away, but he was quicker.
Images flashed in my head. Olympus in ruins, burning as I heard the screams of both mortals and immortals. A body laid in front of me, a young boy maybe sixteen, black hair fell into his face. A stab wound in the heart, blood pooling around his body as another boy and girl ran towards him. I myself not in control as I threw my hand out causing them to stop in their running postions and I realized Kronos and I were one in this vision.
I walked towards the kids, my smile growing in amusement at them. Both blonde haired, wearing Camp Half-Blood shirts, even same number of beads. I grabbed the boy's face roughly and pulled him out of the time loop, I had put them in.
Kara, please fight hi… He didn't finish his sentence as my sword sliced cleanly through his throat. His head rolled and I smiled at it sitting on the ground as his body slumped down to join it.
I turned to the girl and realization hit me like a drakon, it was Annabeth. So much older, scars cover her body, her hair had grown to an outrageous length as if she had found time to cut it, her grey eyes scared of me.
I snapped my fingers and she fell to the ground in a heap of skin and bones. It seemed she hadn't eaten for as long as her hair had grown. I walked slowly towards her, not out of my fear, but out of making her fear me.
Kara, wh.. why did you join him? Why did you let him? She sounded so pitiful, that I stopped walking. Why did you kill Luke and Percy?
I started to walk forward again, my legs not moving on my own accord. My sword dragged along the ground, causing a line to form in the perfect marble. She looked up at me, but didn't seemed scared of my sword.
Kara, please don't let him win. Her large grey eyes formed her younger adorable owl eyes and I stopped again.
I pulled away from Kronos, panting from fear.
"See what you could become if we join forces," he reached out again, but my wings came out and lifted me of the ground, out of his reach.
"You could rule the gods, the ones who break all of your happiness." Had he seen the boy, the one with the stab wound.
"You and I could rule everything together, just as you had wanted." He looked at me with shining gold eyes and I could remember when he was my friend, the only one who I thought would stand by me.
"I will say it again, I was young and foolish to ever believe you were my friend, my ally, in my battle whatever I wanted to fight at the time." My crystal, finally came out of my arm, the sword that had cut him once back in my hand.
I saw him pale, slightly, but them he smirked at me. "Why are you bringing out that old relic? I could give you a new one, one that could slay even mortals."
I looked up and saw a doorway glowing above me, an exit from this hell. I flew towards it, with Kronos screaming at me to turn around coward and face him.
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I practically threw myself into whatever was through the doorway, I hoped was something good.
"Sweetheart, what is wrong? Sleep is suppose to be peaceful, why is your sword out?" I looked up from the fetal position I had arrived in to see my mother's swirling eyes and I relaxed enough to cry.
"Kara, shh, shh, just relax and tell what happened. Is it the daughter of Atlas?" I felt her soft hands brush away the tears that had been held in for a thousand years.
"No, just old memories. Old memories, I had wanted to forget." I managed to say between my sniffs and sobs.
"What old memories?" She picked me up, and I realized I had shrank into a little scared girl. I hate when I did that, hopefully I could change back when I woke up.
I was sitting in her lap, like old times, my head resting against her stomach, feeling her heart beat, slower than mine as always.
"When I was young, dumb, and just wanted to be a god." I said quietly, burying my head into her stomach as another round of sobs ran through me.
"Kara, just relax and focus on your breathing, don't let a panic attack happen to you. It will just wake up Annabeth and cause her to worry about you. I know that you don't want that." She brushed my stray hair out of my face, just like when I was little.
I looked up at her, I saw the galaxy that Erebus had tried to destroy flash in her eyes. It was safe.
I had developed my fear of people worrying for me because I was told I wasn't meant to have a life. I was meant to be a warrior, unafraid of death, no attachment to the people I save or help, I was suppose to be emotionless.
"I guess I didn't turn out to be what you wanted me to be." I said, trying to wipe away my tears, myself, but she would not let me.
"No, you didn't, but now I don't think I would want you any different than you are now." She pressed a kiss onto my forehead.
"I didn't turn out who you thought I was, did I," she asked placing more kiss over me, causing me to laugh and release all sadness.
"No, I never would have thought you were my mother, or at least the one who created me." I said looking away, that was a bad day for the both of us.
"And if you are still thinking you have no kingdom, think differently, you have an empire." She tilted my head back, so I could look her in the eye. She like eye contact and had grown to hate me when I looked away.
"Yea, that is so much better, being the light that the gods follow, but not listen to." I said, sighing at the thought that they follow me without knowing it.
"If you told them about me and your father, then they wou…" I cut her off, hoping she wouldn't be mad at me.
"And you know if they knew my true heritage, that I would be cast into Tartarus again and never allowed back on Earth. You would be stuck me and my sarcasm for all eternity." I smiled her eyes widening in terror at the thought of me on Thare forever.
"I would have like that if I had raise you, but no you were raised by the gods." She smirked at me, the same smirk that had played on my lips thousands of times.
"So, you never answer me. How are you and that daughter of Atlas? I heard about that love poisoning event and you are probably going to pound Eros. I don't want you do that, but…" She trailed off, looking at me for answers.
"You don't control my actions, you just respond to them and in your accord of course. And as I said before we are just friends, and we wi…" she cut me off and I felt angry rush into my throat.
"You love her," she said simply, looking at me, seeing if I would deny.
"Point being, she doesn't return the feeling. The love gods seemed to be trying their best to make their OTP happen." She smiled at me, a knowing smile. What was she keeping from?
"Oh, don't say that, you never know how she feels unless you ask her." She smiled, an idea must have appeared in her head.
"No, don't you dar…" I never got to finish that sentence as a light blinded me.
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"Artemis, thee is going to go take a nap upstairs." I heard her musically voice ring through the air and footsteps walking up the stairs.
Chaos had apparently, thought we need to talk about our feelings. I hate my mother sometimes.
"That is fine, Zoe, have a good rest," I heard Artemis call back, Zoe must have helped Artemis tend to the hunters after she woke up. Crap, I am going to get punted out a window if she read the letter.
The door creaked out and I turned around to face her, fear written all over my face.
"Kara, is that thou?" Surprise was clearly on her face, but why.
"Yes, of course it is." My voice was higher pitched than usual, oh I forgot about me being about twelve years younger looking.
"Thou is so cute! Thee never knew thou had such dark purple eyes as a little one." She ran forward and scooped me up in her arms, tickling me under my chin causing me to laugh. I hope Annabeth never learned I had same weakness as her or she would exploit it so much.
"Please put me down, so I can change back." I said, trying and failing to wiggle out of her grasp.
"No, thee likes thou this, so cute and adorable. A cute little button nose, baby fat on thou's cheeks making thou look so much younger and less dangerous, and thou doesn't even the star scar on thou's cheek." She pressed a kiss on my scarred cheek before tickling me more under my chin.
"Zoe...ah ha ha...please...ha ha ha...stop it...you know my...ha ha ah...feet." She blew a raspberry on my stomach causing more laughter to come from me.
"By the stars, thee never saw something as adorable as thou in thee's life. That adorable laugh that hasn't come from thou in a few thousand years." She stopped tickling me and just look at me now.
"I made a lot of mistakes in this body," I said, turning away from her.
"Like what?" She picked me up and put me in her lap, my ego just got down-graded from that alone.
"Acting like the gods was a big one, thinking Kronos was my friend was an even bigger one, and… Wait, that is all." I said, as she pulled me into a hug. It felt weird since I was smaller than her.
"Everyone makes mistakes, Kara, even thee made a few in her lifetime." She laid down, placing me on her stomach.
We were laying down on my rug that the gods had given to me as a quadruple-digit gift. It was a circle thing that was divided into twelve sections, one for each god, with each of their symbols on it.
"Not as many as me." I rolled of her with a thud, causing her to laugh even more at me in my small form.
"Shut up." My voice returned to normal as I grew back into my eighteen year old form.
I laid down next to her, as I had down a thousand times, and she laid her head on my stomach.
"Thee knows she could never live up to thou's amount of failures, but that is what makes thou, well thou," she said yawning and snuggling next to me.
"Sometimes, don't you wish you could be someone else. No mistakes, nothing. Like the mortals who choose rebirth. You have no title, no name, and no destiny yet." I said, as I felt a stinging sensation flow into my shoulder. I turned my head to see Zoe glaring at me with tears in her eyes.
"Don't go thinking about that. Never think for one minute thou is what they say she is, because thou is so much more than that. Just because thou can die, does not mean thou can just go do it. Please, never leave thee." She pressed her face into my stomach and started to cry.
I pulled her closely to me and lifted her chin slowly towards my face. "Hey, I am sorry. I am so sorry I ever brought it up." I brushed away the tears, gently, wanting to savour the look of those volcanic orbs, because I didn't know when I would see them again.
"I won't bring it up anymore. Ok." She nodded and laid her head down on my shoulder, slightly uncomfortable for the both of us, but I wasn't complaining.
"I miss you," she managed to choke out, I turned to look at her. I had taught her 'I' and 'you' but so far she hadn't used them.
"I miss you, too," I said simply to her, because I couldn't express something that had become a part of me.
She pressed her lips against my cheek and I felt my blood rush to meet it as my body temperature rose higher.
"I really miss you. All of your idiotic ideas, stupid jokes that for some reason makes me laugh, and that stupid smirk you get on your lips when you think of me." She looked at me and leaned forward.
"I miss you so much it is a part of me," I said, slowly, wanting so desperately to close the distance between our lips, but I didn't want to ruin anything I had friendship wise until I was for sure she like me.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, her sweet lips that tasted like the golden apples she had guarded in her early years. I pulled her closer to me, my hands wrapped around her waist and hers around my neck. We broke for air, thoughts rushed through my head.
"Don't think about it," she said. "I love you still." She brushed her lips against mine, just a quick touch, but I felt jolts of electricity flow through me.
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"Kara, wake up and stop making kissy faces at the ceiling." I felt someone point me, I rolled over trying to avoid it.
"Yea, get up and stop dreaming about Zoe," I knew that voice. I bolted up almost throwing Annabeth off the bed, but the wind caught her and sat her on the ground.
"Eros," I hissed, fangs growing in my mouth and my sword appeared in my hand.
He paled considerably and back away from my bed. "Now, listen Kara we can be reasonable here, right?" I lunged at him, pressing him against a wall.
"Don't tell me that was a dream, because if it was I will rip your feathers out one at a time." I growled and I knew my eyes were turning red from the rising anger in my veins.
"Funny story." I banged his head against the wall.
"Tell me something serious. Was that a dream?" I said slowly sinking my claws into his throat.
"Yes, my mother dared me to do it." I blew smoke at him, telling him to hurry up with his excuse. "So it wasn't my fault and take good care of that girl, she knows a good couple when she sees it." He vanished from my hands and I dropped to the ground in misery, why did the fates hate me.
"Kara, what is wrong?" Annabeth walked cautiously towards me, I don't think she has ever seen me cry.
"Love is horrible, Annie, never let the love gods meddle in your life, because it will never end well." I held out my hands and she walked into them, giving me a tight hug.
"I promise, I will always love you, Annie." I said quietly, brushing the hair that had fallen in my face. "Please let that be enough for a few years, ok, Annie."
She looked up at me and ran over to my bag. She took out one of her books and came back to sit down in my lap.
"I am going to read you a bedtime story, since it is only one in the morning." She said opening the book she had gotten from the bag.
It was her favorite, Grimms' Tales of Old and New, she flipped through a few story and landed on the one I always like reading to her, the little god.
"Annabeth, I don't think a story is want I need now." I said trying to pick her up, so I could put her back to bed.
"No, sit down and let me read you a bedtime story, it always makes me feel better." She sat down in my lap and started to read.
"Once a upon a time, there was a little boy, but this little boy wasn't normal. He was a god, but no worshiped him like they did his older brothers. That made him very upset because he looked up to his older brothers and wanted to just like them." I felt my eyes slowly start to close with each word she said. I guess Hypnos was feeling bad for me and was helping me go to sleep.
And for once I fell asleep without the candles, tea, or anything else I had tried and nothing plagued me as I wandered through the hallways of my memories.
So, yes. I am evil. My friends call me Satan for a reason.
QOTD: Would you buy a scented pillow? (Pillows with a scent to them, not just bedroom pillows, but like throw pillows on couch.)
Godeleus out.
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