A Messed Up Tale

Chapter 1; A Heros Legacy

    I woke with a yawn, it's your typical day. I blinked a bit and glanced at the old and rustic ceiling before standing and walking to the old wardrobe.
    I glanced through and grabbed a crop top, a pair of ripped jeans, and a jacket.
    After dressing, I walked out of the house, more like shack I'd say, with my duffel bag, and began towards school.
    I glanced at the 'hero' whilst walking in, as we all know she is the so great heroine in this story. Oh and if you haven't assumed, I'm Athena, or the villain of this story.
    A buzz sounded as I grabbed my phone and glanced at it. 'Six P.M., alright' I thought as my eyes read from left to right. I checked the bag. Good, the crystal is there.
    The previous night I had managed to flee the cops, escaping with a new haircut and a nasty cut on my neck.
    At that, I quickly grabbed a bandaid and stuck it on the scratch. Whew, covered the evidence.
    I paced to class, an uneasy churn in my stomach as I passed Makayla, the hero. I thought it was stupid, revealing her identity to the world. But I'll let her be her, plus one point for me.
    As I pondered the math equations, I slowly daydreamed, a perfect reality.
    Before I knew, it was already time to leave. I paced out quickly, the duffel bag grasped close. Heading to the place of my reside, groaning and falling in the bed as I entered.
    A small buzz once again sounded, and I saw it was Makayla. Of course, she's announcing she'll be fighting me later and for everyone to show, how ironic.
    I sighed heavily before gazing as my hand, fire crackling as I let my grasp on it go, pondering if I could ever master other elements.
    "Oh mother why was I forced to pick it! I- I-" I began before falling down and crying.
    It felt good. It made me better, after I cried. I was able to focus at least.
    I stood and straightened my body, before walking out in the direction of the place. A mew came from a bush and I waited, before a cat rushed out.
    "About time," I remarked as I continued pacing. I pulled a shaggy hoodie over my head, and walked onto the scene. Perfect entrance, crowds watching and flooded around Makayla.
    And with that, the entrance was made. A mixture of violet, red, pink, blue and many other colors mixed into one explosion. A tall figure appeared with a slightly shorter lion at her feet. Little did anyone know it was me.
    And with that I glared around with a smile and concentrated on a child, not any older than 11, and had a ring of fire around it in seconds.
    "It's the crowd or the child, choose," I began with a voice of silk, almost motherly except for a mild rasp every now and then, "Well?" I again asked.
    She glanced at me her face a frown but her eyes remarked in pride and joy. The crowd scattered, it was me and her in a large ring, the child at this point had escaped as I let him go.
And, with that it started.