Glares and Crowns
Hadrian POV
I stared at the girl wondering how this little tiny bit girl can be the balance of the Olympian gods. Something about how she felt deader than normal people made me shiver inwardly. She had black hair. Not kind where you have dark brown hair that looks like black unless it's in pure sunlight, I mean Black. It made her black clothes look dark grey. Talking about her clothes They were really punkish Goth like she makes my dad in his teenage form look like Apollo. Combat boots with dark skinny jeans tucked into them, it seemed to make her look taller than she really was. She had silver chains wrapped around her waist in the belt loops; it fell twice on her right side and three times on her left. She had a beat up leather jacket that seemed to be hanging onto its last seams that held it together. Her tee shirt was black with dripping metallic red letter that was hard to read because of my dyslexia, but I finally made out the words that said 101 ways I'm a Demigod that listed the reasons why. She had rose petal pink lips and the rest of her face was an emotionless hole that I'm sure if filled with happiness that it will be beautiful…wait did I think beautiful? Man, she must be messing with my mind! I say hot, not beautiful.
I noticed her eyes were her strongest features; they were the weirdest shade blue. Dark blue, like dark brilliant stars on her features. No matter how much I tried to avoid eye contact my eyes will find her eyes. They stared right into me even after Chiron announcedher. While everyone bowed I stayed up, I wasn't going to break eye contact because if I did it will show that I was a submissive to her. I finally broke contact to see if I was the only one standing. Nope, my friends were standing giving her once over as if they were going to date her. Yeah right. I was going to date her then drop her in a hot minute then they can date her. I returned to our staring contest only to be startled that she was now talking to Mr. D in Italian.
"Il mio signore che non mi preoccupo che non si piega ma voglio un profilo completo su ciascuno da dopo domani. Ed ora ho bisogno di un certo sonno così se potete assegnare un campeggiatore per accompagnarlo che sarò piacevole." Was what she said that made Mr. D jump and nod.
"Hadrian, take the princess to her cabin please." He said in a sugary sweet voice that sickened me.
"Whatever." was my reply. I noticed she had a companion who was talking to Henry, son of Hemera. Apparently they were half siblings that were never told that each other existed.
As I passed boys they glared at me or muttered something about me getting all the girls, which was unlike my friends who broke into wolf whistles as we pasted. They suddenly stopped staring at something behind me, scared. I saw Zoey glaring at them it was so full of anger and had a threat behind them that promised a long painful death. It was so scary that I stumbled away from her and crashed into one of the fold out chairs, which caused me to fall.
I stared at her and realized something. She wore a crown. It looked a lot like a headband but something told me not to tell her. The metal was so silver that it looked like a crescent moon. This was ironic enough because there was a crescent moon in the center with swords laying behind it. The rest of the crown were vines and sapphire stars interlocking. The vines wrapped them selves around the sapphire stars. And I learned two things from her glare. She was a heartless killer, the other was why she felt weird, that she had no soul.