O.M.G did i actually? For really? Legit? I actually updated?! o_0 woah...

haha lol here you guys go! :) (oh ya and im looking for a Beta :) )

Brenna fell to the floor, gasping for breath, her chest heaving. 200 years and she still hadn't gotten used to the exhaustion that set in after her long training sessions. Her snow white hair was plastered in sticky clumps to her forehead and back. Brenna thought it was a miracle she could still get out of bed every morning, with the 8 hour morning training, a two hour break and then another 4 hours of training.

Technically, that should have been impossible, but so should the fact that she hasn't aged in 200 years but Brenna was a goddess. She ruled over different areas; diversity, snow, tranquility, peace, truth, courage, and beauty. The day her mother announced exactly who and what Brenna was, she thought she was dreaming. This just couldn't be possible, there was no way that the perfect fairy tale every girl dreams of, could be real… and that she of all people was granted it.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wrap her mind around, not only being a goddess but also the princess of Olympus. Her mother, Thalia, had been truly patient although how Thalia could be so calm was beyond Brenna's comprehension. It was unbelievable, and she kept wondering if she was ever going to wake up, but Brenna knew she wasn't dreaming because the black haired man hadn't shown up yet. Somehow, Brenna felt like something was missing, some part of her newly found family wasn't completely there, and she had a feeling it was the man who was missing.

"Tired?" A deep voice sounded to Brenna's left. Slowly Brenna turned her head, still on the floor. A boy around a year older than her, 17 maybe, standing proud and tall, confidence rolling off him in waves; strong, powerful currents that rolled over Brenna. A silent shiver passed over her spine, but she held it back. Chaos always taught her to hold back strong emotions; they were always the most dangerous.

The boy had black hair, and crimson red eyes. He had a black leather jacket that he loosely wore over a plain white t-shirt, and black jeans with combat boots to complete the look. Brenna's first thought was 'yum', as ridiculous as that sounds bad boys had always been her interest, and you couldn't find a better bad boy than Chaos' assassin.

"Well, Princess are you just going to sit there checking me out?"

Brenna suddenly transported herself to right in front of the unknown boy, her dagger held right under his chin. His eyes were widened in surprise. "Don't call me princess, I am general first, do you understand?" The boy nodded wearily, unsure what to make of the princess, or general.

"Good now, why are you here?"

"Well princess, err I mean General," The boy hesitated at the General's glare. "Chaos said I was assigned to be your protector."

"Excuse me? I don't need to be protected! What does he think I am? A princess? Don't answer that." Brenna said when the boy's mouth opened to make a comment.

"Well if you prefer, I could just be your personal assassin?" Brenna nodded. That was a much more suited title.

Brenna and the boy were walking through the corridors towards Brenna's palace, which the boy requested he assist her on the way. Brenna thought this was ridiculous. She was very much able to keep herself safe, so why would Chaos feel the need to enlist an assassin now?

"So, I don't think I can just go on calling you assassin. What's your real name?"

"Well, if you must know my General, it's Shadow."

"A very interesting name I must say."

"And yours, ma'am?"

"You will call me General. That is my name, and you will call me nothing else."

The boy, Shadow, nodded curtly before kissing Brenna's hand.

"Good night princess." He turned and left, not another word. But Brenna, still shocked, whispered oh so quietly so as not to be heard, "Good night Shadow."

She was truly unlike others. The princess, who hated that title with a passion, had snow white hair that was pin straight. It was strange to see such a beautiful girl with so many guards up. What Shadow hadn't told the princess was that Chaos actually thought she was too hard, so sent Shadow to break down the walls. Unsure of how he was going to do that, Shadow had never been good with feelings, he had always been a loner. His best idea was just to use his charm to force her walls down, but he wasn't sure how exactly that was going to work either. He suspected that Chaos had also sent him here to learn to, well, feel. Normally, girls swoon around him but this petite girl, standing at 5"7 compared to his 6"1, seemed immune to, whatever it was that the girls like about him. She was truly a complete, and utter mystery.

Me: Haha, hey...

Thalia: Are you crazy? Why the hell are you just standing there in the open? They have TORCHES!

Me: I trust them... they wouldn't hurt their favorite author... haha right? :D

Thalia: You make my life great, and i still hurt you. I don't think they care as long as your not dead...

Brenna: Thalia has a point...

Thalia: Dear call me mommy.

Me: o_0 W.T.F... what happened to Thalia? o_0

Thalia: what about me? (Twirls dagger close to my face)

Me: Hehe, uh nothing... :D

Brenna: She's wierded out that you can be nice.

Me: Why do you have to be the goddess of truth?!

Thalia: I can be nice! (raises chair over her head) See i can be nice this time it Mahagony instead of plastic! I can be nice! (Slams down, knocks me out momentarily)

Brenna: Sadly, mommy, that isn't actually being 'nice' its a new way at being cruel.

Thalia: Brenna...

Brenna: Sorry mom... anyway, let me know what you think of Shadow? He was actually sent to me by Gost83 (hope that's right) but im not sure what i think of him yet... he's too calm im suspicious...

Thalia: Your just being paranoid, all that black, youd be crazy not to already be in love with him.

Brenna: oh, please...

Thalia: (Raises chair over head) don't use that tone with me!

Brenna: Another one? how many chairs do you have?!

*Slam*