A/N: I know this chapter took a looooooooooong while to get up—sorry guys. I have been really busy. Plus, I just wasn't sure at all how to word a lot of this stuff. Well, it's here now. So, enjoy chpt. 4!

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Chapter 4: Aiva's Tale

I remember that day so clearly. It was around three years ago, when Aiva and Livia's relationship first started to go bad. I had just finished sweeping the entire palace and I was getting ready to do the windows. But before I got very far, Aiva stopped me and said, "Hey, I need someone to talk to for a sec. If you don't mind, could you come with me for a while?" I nodded my head yes and followed Aiva to her room.

She closed and locked the door behind us and told me that I could sit down on her bed if I wanted to. I gladly agreed and sat down. Aiva then sat down beside me and began to speak. "Well, listen, there's something I need to talk to somebody about. I really don't feel like talking to Livia right now, and Octavius didn't help at all."

"Well, you can tell me," I told her, smiling sweetly, although still a bit uneasy at the fact that someone of way, way higher status than me asked to talk to me about something that I'd normally be told that I had no business knowing. I mean, if anyone else had found out that Aiva, a fellow champion of Rome besides Livia, came to a slave so she could talk to that slave about her problems, there would certainly be big trouble! (This was before Aiva and I became, well, "friends" is what I guess you could call us.)

"Okay," Aiva finally said after a long pause, "here it is. Well, first of all, I should tell you that Aiva is not my birth name. My birth name is Hope. Aiva's just what everyone calls me 'cause either they don't know who I really am or they're trying to keep it a secret. Basically, only two people really know who I am, and that's Octavius and Livia—"

"Hm! Octavius…They all call him such a great man to all living things, and yet he barely knows I exist! Some great man he is!" (I couldn't help myself! I was angry with him at the time for seeing Livia beat the shit out of me a few days ago, and just walking on by without so much as a sympathetic look.)

"Oh will you give that a rest, you little runt?! What could he have done? That would of caused all hell to break loose in this palace between him and Livia!"

"You do it all the time, Aiva!"

"Well that's different! I have no reason to want to stay on good terms with that woman and do it only to annoy her! Plus, sometimes, I actually take pity on you and sorta even like you! That is, except when you're attitude takes over!"

Whoa, hang on a second! Did she just call me a—"Runt?!" (Yeah, I know. kind of a delayed reaction right there, huh?)

"Yes! Runt!"

I sighed, trying to calm myself down as I glared at her. "Okay, ya know what?! What the fuck ever; I don't give a shit what you think of me! Just get on with you're damn story already, will ya?!" (Holy crap! I still can't believe that I even dared to talk to a person as high in rank as Aiva like that!)

And, let me tell you right now, Aiva looked about ready to strangle me at the moment. "Well alright then…See, when I was born, I was taken away from my birth mother by the gods so I would be safe. If I hadn't been hidden for all these years, I would probably either be dead…or evil, because of who my father was. The gods were afraid that, had I stayed with my birth mother after I was born, my father might've tried to take me away from her and raise me himself. If that had happened, I would've been evil, raised only to destroy life and conquer nations. And possibly…destroy all of the other gods."

"Other?" I interrupted her suddenly. I was barely comprehending any of this, and that one little word made it even harder.

Aiva's eyes widened a little bit. She instantly caught her mistake. "Oops! …Oh, well, I guess I might as well tell you… Myra, I'm not fully human. I'm only half mortal. And, I'm also…half god… Just like Hercules, only without the super strength. I do have powers though…

"I can move things with my mind…I'm telekinetic. And, I can make flowers and other plants like that bloom and come to life. I can also tell what people are thinking just by their emotions, because I can feel people's emotions, even when they're trying to hide them. And, well, there's one more power I possess. Ever wonder how I seem to get to where I want to go so fast?"

I nodded in response, unable to do much else at the moment. I wasn't quite sure yet of what to think about all of this. I mean, here was this normal-seeming girl dressed in normal Roman attire as she always is, save for when she's fighting with her Amazon sisters, telling me that she was a god! (And, yes, she was raised in an Amazon tribe, as well as in the Roman Empire, and was actually considered to be both an Amazon and a Roman. How screwed up is that?!)

"Well…" Aiva said. And then, she suddenly snapped her fingers and disappeared just as dozens of rose petals swirled up around her. I stood up then and looked around, amazed at what I had just witnessed.

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A/N: I know, that was kinda short, but I did that for story purposes. Again, sorry this took so long to do. I've been very busy. Anyway, I'll get started on chapter 5 right away. Hope you guys liked this chapter. Bye!