Chapter 4 (Mixed Blood)
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The thoughts were racing through my head, trying to remind me who Nyx was. Of course one thing, she was a goddess, that was given, and apparently she was my double great grandma.
"Wait! You're my grandmother?" I asked her trying to get the story straight. All she did was smile and grab my hand, bringing me to a nearby river.
"Yes and I have now marked you as mine dear one. You will now have two patrons, love and night." She said pointing at the water. All I could do was stare, because the way Nyx had marked me was amazing, a crescent mark on my forehead in a light shade of blue, with two swirling lines going down around my eyes like a mask, to make a type of moon shape.
"It's beautiful!" I exclaimed touching the marks around my eyes. I looked at her trying to think of a way to thank her, but all she did was open her arms. I hugged her tightly in thanks for claiming me, I also sent up a silent prayer to my mother who had claimed me the night Apollo and Artemis.
"The marks will stay with you, seen by everyone here at camp Half-Blood, but the mist will obscure it to the mortals outside of this camp, you may receive a few strange looks for the marks, but some will know what it means. Chiron will know what this means and you will still stay in Aphrodite's cabin since she is your mother." She said, giving me a sly look.
"I understand that grandmother; I can call you grandmother, right?" I asked her I asked her since she was young enough to be my older sister, maybe my mother, hardly my great, great grandmother.
"Of course dear one." She said giving me a smile. "Now if you will excuse me a certain polar opposite of mine is coming, and well let's just say we class when around each other. I love you young child, and remember; only we can defeat our fears." She said, as she faded into the night.
"Lilly, where are you?" I heard a male voice shout, it scared me so I climbed the nearby tree, hiding in its branches, not realizing that there would be a sleeping nyad who would not be very happy that I was planning on spending some quality time with her at three a.m.
"Hey!" Yelled the nyad as I screamed, falling out of the tree and into the arms of a certain male sun god.
Being in Apollo's arms made me one thing; uncomfortable. I tried to wriggle out of his arms, but he wouldn't loosen his hold, all he did was look at me, most likely staring at the new marks on my face. Now I understood what Nyx meant by "didn't go so well" he was the god of sun, and she was the goddess of night. See the clash there?
"Those markings, where did you get them?" he told me, his grip on my body getting tighter, more aggressive.
"I receive them from my great, great grandmother, the goddess Nyx, night's personification." I told him in a weak voice. Hoping and praying to my two patrons, that I would not die.