Since the first time the prince of the Underworld can remember, he has been drawn towards Helen of Troy. Hers was the face that launched a thousand ships and started the legendary Trojan war. He grew up believing she was meant to be his and endured...
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Chapter 4 - Making Plans also posted on Radish today! Seth and Aidon are in this together! Hahaha. I enjoyed writing about the two of them. Seth's role in How to Defy Fate is huge by the way. He isn't just going to be a side or cameo character. It's all out, man!
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Also, if it gets too much, I won't continue this book on Wattpad anymore.
CHAPTER 2 - THE END OF THE WORLD
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The Training Room Hades' Palace The Underworld
"Again!" I shouted.
The shades in front of me picked up their fallen weapons and advanced. The others expended so much energy already that they lost the flesh that was given to them by my magic and they reverted back into the transparent, silver form of shades.
I stretched my hand and willed more magic to flow from me and into them. Silver shadows emerged from my fingertips and bonded itself to the shades. Slowly, they became flesh again.
When everything was set, I gripped my sword with both hands and waited for them to advance. They all did at the same time. I sidestepped the first thrust and parried with my sword the attacks from the right. I used by elbow and jabbed the nearest one behind me while I trapped his hand.
He went sprawling backwards and I found an escape route before the others closed in. I ran towards the nearest boulder and leapt on top of it. This way, I have a vantage point. I ducked and avoided my head being cut. Then, I crouched low and kicked. The shade fell and that's when I buried my sword in his chest. His borrowed flesh disintegrated and from the corner of my eye, I saw his silvery form exit the arena to stand beside the closest wall.
For a few more minutes, I ducked, parried, attacked, rolled and everything else. My arms burned from the effort and I was out of breath. But I loved fighting. It was my greatest distraction and a way for me to fast forward time.
And then suddenly, none came towards me.
It was over.
I took a deep breath and exhaled. I ran my fingers through my hair and it came out slick with sweat. A servant approached me and handed me a towel and a glass of ice-cold water. I drank the water first and then wiped away the sweat from my face, neck, and chest.
