Blind Archer, Blind Love
by Risuna-Phenix

I changed the characters name to Andera as her first name and Airlea as her middle name it in Greek translates to Strong Eternal

Her sisters name Naida Athena translates to water nymph, wisdom/healer/(well lets just say that Athena has a lot of translations and leave it at that) Her brother's name Jace translates to light, heat or fire depending on the site that you look it up on.

Dedicated to An Anime Fangirl for helping me with the name change if she's Reading this then thank you and if you want to see something happen I'm all ears same for anyone else!

This is the brain child of boredom a school assignment that actually turned out pretty fun and an over active imagination AKA OCD and ADD

For the sake of my work and with the help of a few people I hope will continue to lend me a hand. I have released an up dated version of chapter one with more details than the previous. This is not betaed yet but there will be a betaed version up by the 18th of august thanks to BloodRedRibbon. I would also like to thank DarkScaredJewelXoX, O escritor, and all the members of Critics United for helping me and giving me the tools to improve my story. I owe you guys (and girls) big time for the assistance. Thank you once again for spending your valuable time on my story.

Enjoy!

For most of my life I had been on the move. My parents being in the military and all really didn't make it easy to make friends, never the less stay in contact with them. Lucky for me I had been born with my BFFL's included. My brother Jace and my sister Naida and then there was me Andrea. We knew we were different. Mom and dad had taught us since we were young to fight. Some of my earliest memories were of my parents sparing. My mothers long blond hair pulled back in a low pony tail swirling around her as she and my dark haired father faced off. Sea green eyes against storm cloud gray, daggers to broad sword. I could always tell that my father let my mother win when she called him seaweed brain. He would just smile and kiss her I also remembered an older man, I think his name was Chiron, who would come and see us. He had curly brown hair flecked with gray and a bushy beard. He was always in a motorized wheelchair and wore, what my father called, a tweed jacket that always smelled like coffee. I could remember some parts some parts of mom's dad and step mom grandpa and grandma but I was always closer and spent more time with my dad's parents in New York nana and papa. There were two others, the man's eyes and hair matched my fathers. He had a dark tan. He usually wore a Hawaiian shirt with Bahamas briefs and smelled like the sea. The woman, who looked remarkably like my sister, had black hair and my mother's same storm gray eyes. They seemed to know every thing, her olive skin was flawless and muscle rippled beneath it. For some reason nether of them got along to well my parents said it was a long story and not to ask. I knew that I was related to them some how. The last time that I had seen them had been when I was younger three at the most for some reason once they stopped coming I forgot there names but not there faces but my siblings forgot everything. I was ten when life took a turn for the crazy side, well crazier than it normally was at least.

In my family I had a hard time figuring out how I ended up with neon blue eyes and orange hair with yellow streaks. They were erotic enough that my kindergarten teacher though I dyed my hair, and pushed my head under water to try and get it out. Calling it a class distraction nearly drowning me. Convincing my mother that home school was the best option. That is until they were stationed in the middle east four years later. A freaky dust storm hit the day after we arrived, both of my parents pulled out their bronze weapons that they normally kept in storage, never letting them, or us for that matter, leave their side. There eyes kept looking over there backs and ours as if some thing was in the storm stalking us but I couldn't figure out what. By the third day of the storm I saw my parents send out a letter but it wasn't like most something about the six hundredth floor of the empire state building addressed to a man named Hephaestus to get some weapons for my siblings and me. It surprised me wasn't he the Greek god of fire? I had always thought that was just a myth sure mother had read us bedtime stories about the Greek gods but this took things to a whole new level and for some reason I was the only one of my siblings to see that until it was to late and I couldn't see anything. At least not the way I use to, but I might not been able to see at all if I hadn't met him.

Ok I know this chapter is mucho short this is an attention getter if you want to see more on this will be short this is something to keep me going when I get bored so I wont give any thing up that I'm currently writing chapters will more than likely come fast and short so sorry for the inconvenience

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Does any one think that I should combine chapter 1 and chapter 2?

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