Silver Blade

by Pentomino418

The gods never cared about us, their petty demigod children. They had let her die, just sat back and watched while my sister was torn apart. Yet, they had let me live, which seemed like an insult. One they would pay dearly for.

2. Chapter 2

Yay! Second chapter!

Thanks cocoformonsters for your review.

I might make this a Nicoxoc. What do you think?

Lydia's POV

I should have noticed when the cussing stopped. When his form tensed, when the hand crept toward the hilt by his side.

But I didn't realize until my blade was in motion, flying toward the base of his neck.

In the blink of an eye, he whipped around, drew his sword and parried my strike away.

I was so shocked over his skill, the way he swung the sword as if it was an extension of his arm, I let myself get distracted. My dagger skittered away.

My breath caught when I got my first look at his face.

A deathly pale scowling face.

One with shaggy black hair, shadowing dark, furious eyes.

Plus a wickedly sharp black iron blade he dug under my chin.

The hostile glower marring his face was replaced with a startled stare.

His dark eyes flickered to the dagger, its poison sizzling into the carpet, and his expression hardened.

"Can I help you?" He said snidely, fixing me with a dark stare.

Rage churned inside me. Arrogant, this one. But not for long.

In one swift movement, I drew a celestial bronze sword and held the point toward his chest.

"Nah, I'm good," I smirked when his form tensed.

And I saw my chance.

Sorry that was so short! I'll try and make it longer next time. Well, please review!