The scene takes place within a Greek town in Cape Matapan. It is nighttime, a little before the downtown shops close. A strange young girl, about 5 feet 5 inches in height, walks through a light-grey stoned alley, with light blue and light orange concrete buildings on each of her sides. The girl is wearing black jeans, white Adidas shoes, and a dark hoodie that's covering her face. An expensive looking brown leather purse is sling over her shoulder as she briskly walks through the alley.
She stops and turns around after hearing a stone hit the sidewalk next to her. She sees 3 devious looking fellows standing a few feet away, with the look and energy of robbers to them. Perhaps they are citizens of the island, or maybe a trickster spirit disguised as a human? Either way, the girl turns back nonchalantly, as if she sees this situation as a mere distraction. She casually addresses them from over her shoulder (Greek translated to English) "You guys have been following me for a while, huh?"
"Hand over the purse, babe~" cooed the shortest of the men, in a snake-like voice.
"I don't know why you need it, honestly!" she chuckled. "I'm only 14, I've got nothing! Besides," she quickly glanced behind to get a look at them, "those suits tell me you're stacked enough as it is."
"Bullshit!" the middle one barked. "That shits genuine Louis Vuitton you got there! Your daddy must've given ya a big allowance!"
"I'm warning you guys! I've got a weapon! I ain't afraid to use it!"
"Oh yeah?" the tallest sneered. He snapped his fingers, and the 3 brutes swiftly pulled out 3 identical Glock pistols. "Please. Hand over the purse or say your prayers!"
The girl turned around. "Alright, fine! You asked for it!".
FIRE! Quick as the wind the girl dodged to the right past the bullet and dashed straight to the center tallest gang member. She playfully kicked the gun out of his hands into the air above, grabbed it and, revealing a hunting knife that was hidden in her right sleeve, slashed a mark across both of his legs, causing him to let out an exacerbated scream as he fell to the ground. As the other two men struck dumb, unable to pull the trigger in time, the girl stood up, pointed and fired at the shortest man's right shin, causing him to let out a guttural shriek, collapsing onto the ground unconscious as his leg spurted out blood. She shot once uselessly at the stone path ahead and, as the middle man's head turned by reaction, she ran toward him, squatted to the ground and knocked the man head first to the ground with a low roundhouse spin kick!
Smoothly, she stood back up and wiped her knife clean of blood with her shirt before placing it neatly into her purse. "By the way," she directed at the middle lengthened gentleman, "I don't have an
allowance. I work at the Moonlight Sinatra bar nearby. When you and your boyfriends here are outta jail, feel free to visit anytime! We close at 2 A.M every day."
Unable to keep both eyes opened wide, he groaned. "What the hell are you?".
The girl pulled back her black hoodie, which was falling loose over the course of the scuffle, revealing fluffy and voluminous dark blue hair speckled with canary yellow dots, looking vaguely like how the grunt would draw a starry night sky when he was in elementary school. Slowly, the shadows at her feet grew darker and rose up, forming two large, sharp demon-like hands. With a twinkle in her shining yellow eyes and a proud smile on her pale white face, she commanded the demon hands to swiftly pick up and carry the three men like someone would a bundle of sticks.
"I'm a goddess! Duh!".
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Protector.
FantasyA version of our world where world mythology, myths and legends are real and sacred, a school called Altor Academy recruits the sons of daughters of gods and myths to become Protectors, gods in training! Students spend their days learning while figh...
