Chapter Two

I stayed home from school, saying I felt sick. I walked down the hallway, grabbed my jacket off of the back of the couch, and walked outside, shutting the door behind me. I sighed as some teenage boys winked and smiled. I rolled my eyes.

I turned down an alley-not even thinking- and realized it was barely light enough to see anything.

I clenched my fists in anger and turned around, only to see a woman that looked similar to me. "What the-!" I shouted, but she disappeared, leaving only a whisper of my name.

I ran home, and, by the time I got there, I was panting and gasping for breath. I pondered over the woman; she was famous, yet familiar. I ran to my bedroom and pulled out my laptop. I looked up at my mirror; my brunette hair was stuck to my forehead, my emerald eyes worried and sick-looking.

It was only then that I realized who I'd seen in the alley. "Aphrodite?" I whispered.

I flinched as my bedroom door slammed open. "Dad?" I asked. He was pale-faced as he grabbed a suitcase from my closet and shoved as many clothes into it as he could.

He handed me a suitcase and demanded that I put body care and things into it. And I did.

I had just gotten my laptop into its bag and my phone into my pocket when the front door broke from it's hinges. My dad shut and locked my door, slamming my now-empty dresser and bookcase in front of it.

I kicked out my window, pulling the suitcases out as well, and shoved them into the back of my dad's car. I jumped in the passenger's seat and shut my door. By the time my dad got in and cranked the car, a weird, demon-like being walked from the front door onto the porch. Dad hit the gas and we drove away, the being only glaring at us as we escaped.

The silence was too much, the air too tense. I turned to my dad as he turned to a hidden road. "What's going on!?" I shouted. Dad glanced at me and I could've sworn I saw tears in his eyes. Are...Are you crying, Dad?" I asked softly. He finally turned to me. "There are bad people after you, Angel. I was stupid not to make you leave earlier." He mumbled his last sentence. I flinched.

After a while, Dad drove into a clearing. He rushed out, not bothering to close his car door, and grabbed my suitcases. All the while, a man walked from an arch nearby, only getting closer and closer to me.

My dad had put down the suitcases and came to hug me. He pulled me tight against him and I hugged him back. But once he backed away, I wouldn't let him go. I looked up at him, tears in my eyes, and he frowned. The man stood there as two others came from the arch. Each grabbed a suitcase while the last grabbed a hold of me.

I screamed, fighting against the man as best I could. But he never faltered. It was as if he was invincible. I cried, trying to reach out to my dad. It was when I'd started crying that it seemed like he'd begin to regret it. He took a step forward, about to grab me back, when, mysteriously, a fourth man just appeared in front of him. I was out of earshot, but I knew he was fighting withe man, trying to negotiate to let me go.

Once we got through the arch, the man in front of my dad stepped away and my dad came running for me. But once he got to the arch, he stopped. I screamed for him, but he put his hands against the air. "I can't, Angela. It's only for people like you..." He shouted after me. I cried more, finally giving up hope that I would be let go.

Or that I'd ever see my father again.

The men carried me over his shoulder, the blood rushing in my ears. We finally arrived to some sort of cabin. It looked comfy; a nice, large, golden bed, a perfect view of a beach outside, a banner of a heart, and some Greek pictures hung up. There wasn't a PC, but there were outlets, some of them plugged up with pink lamps.

When the man finally put me down, the other two put down my suitcases. The two men left, leaving me with the last one. He was African-American with little hair. But his eyes were blue, not brown. He looked wise, but not exactly old. He was tall-much taller than my dad.

"Has your father told you anything about your mother?" He asked as I unpacked clothes and body care items. I looked up at him in surprise. "You knew my mother?" I said, startled. The man nodded. "Still do. She is alive, Angela. No matter what your father told you." He said. He cleared his throat.

"I am Kyle. And I want to apologize for simply carrying you away like that. A proper good-bye was needed, I understand, but you and the others are in danger, therefore we could not take any risks with standing outside the arch." He explained. That's when questions started flooding my mind.

I took a breath, calming down. "Who are the others?" I asked first. Kyle smiled a bit. "You are no ordinary human, Angela. You're mother is well known here. Everyone that lives here has famous parents. And, just like you, they could not escape the danger that came along with their bloodline." He answered.

I looked at him curiously. "Who are our parents?" He looked at the ground. "Angela, your mother is Aphrodite. And you cannot doubt it. Because you saw her just before danger came." He said. I gaped at him. "Aphrodite?" I questioned. Kyle nodded, once again answering my question openly.

I nodded. "Um, alright. Well, what danger are we all in?" He seemed hesitant to answer. "Hades. That is the only answer to that complicated question. He has started a riot around Earth and the Gods were not prepared for it." I put my hands on my hips. "So Christianity isn't real?" I doubted it.

Kyle chuckled. "The Lord is of overall power of the Gods. Christianity is very much alive here, Angela." He said. I sighed. "One last question." Kyle nodded. "So all of the Greek gods are the parents of the people here?" I looked at him with an expecting glance. But Kyle only nodded and walked out.

I sighed once more.