*** Rose Kelly is intellectual property of A. Condon or as her wattpad username as FiFiBelles. She was used with the owner's consent :D ***
Rose flicked her hair and like a waterfall it cascaded from golden blonde to her normal dark brown. She had grown tired of being a blonde for today, preferring her natural colour. Plus the pale brunette look was so in, the teenager thought. She was currently walking alongside a lanky eighteen year old who keep nattering about plans about going to university, finding a job and all that drivel. Rose, the ever talented conversationalist, nodded and added her ‘uh-huhs’ and ‘oh yes’ in all the right places. Rose of course didn’t have to pay attention, you let one whiney teen cry on your shoulder and you’ve heard it all. She was thinking of something, so much more important. The reason she focused on this boy in the first place
“Wasn’t your hair blonde?” the teen boy asked her. Rose was jerked from her thoughts. “No,” she replied in her perky tone. “That was just the light playing tricks on you silly.”
“I’m, uh, pretty sure you were, like, blonde, Rose.” The boy replied still stern in the belief of her hair colour. The brunette signed softly, the way only a woman could do. “It wasn’t,” she insisted. Rose waved her hands across his face, leaving a sickly pink light behind her as it moved. The young teen’s eyes took on the same colour and obediently nodded.
“Good, keep talking, Terrance.” Rose giggled and sauntered along with Terrance at her heels. He continued nattering about his meagre little woes. Rose was running through the list of names that Terrance’s presence brought to mind. She rationalized he wasn’t an Olympian which made her pout, but master should be happy that she was bringing it someone in unlike Oizys liked to scare them off with her perky love of woefulness. Rose looked closely at his presence and noticed something.
“And I really like being with my uncle’s farm.”
Now that was what she wanted! Listing out the names and remembering their energies and essences, she could think of one name. Rose stopped walking while the teenager kept going on. The same sickly pink light embraced Rose’s features. It changed her mortal, but stylish, clothes into her chiton, toga, and dove and seashell jewellery. Her makeup and hair immaculate, of course, there should be nothing less for Aphrodite.
Terrance, the eighteen year old stopped, he had poured his heart out to this girl he had met at a Costa’s. There was something about this Rose Kelly, she could get into your head and you’d want to be with her and attend to her needs. It was already silent in the park but now he couldn’t hear Rose’s footsteps. He turned and whatever beauty Rose had before was replaced by the creature in front of him. She was wearing one weird white and a greyish pink dress thing with gold jewellery everywhere but she didn’t look gaudy or by any means fake at all. “WH-ugh-who?”
“Calm down, Boötes,” the Foam Born goddess commanded and by god Terrance wanted to obey. She walked towards him gently. “Everything is going to be all right.”
Aphrodite pulled a long object from nothingness. She was close to him now almost holding him, embracing him. The object shined in the fading evening light. It was an amazingly ornate dagger; it looked more like a hair accessory. Long and shiny she moved the tip along his neck.
“It’s going to hurt Boötes. I know it hurts but everything is going to be so much better.”
In one deadly but delicate move she moved that dagger across his throat like a violinist moving a bow across the strings. Terrance felt no pain, how could he? He was staring at the face of pure beauty.
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Theoi : Rising (SUPER EDITING)
Teen Fiction* Under reconstruction/editing/hiatus * When something ancient stirs, it takes something ancient to fight back. The gods of Olympus were destroyed be a being known as the Nothing and it's followers who were corruptions of former godlings. The sorcer...
