CHAPTER ONE.
( DANGEROUS? )
EVEN BEFORE she nearly died, Violet Foley was having a horrible day.
It had started out with a bang. Her alarm clock didn't go off, her dog peed on her floor, and she missed the bus to school. The perfect morning to a perfect day.
Violet was nothing if not a cynic, and she assumed the the rest of her day would be as dreadful as it had started. She was right.
She had to sprint to school, ended up late, gotten an hour of detention for supposedly skipping class, and then she got cornered by her English teacher, Miss Kingston on her way to lunch. The interaction was unlike anything Violet had ever experienced.
"Miss Foley! If you can spare a moment, I'd quite like to have a chat with you in my office."
Then she was being ushered into the empty classroom. Miss Kingston pushed her glasses up and onto the top of her head, her auburn hair pulled into a neat bun. "Miss Foley, do you have any idea why I've called you in here?"
Violet shook her head, taking a seat in front of her desk. "No, Ma'am." She really had no idea. It could be the English comprehension test she took earlier in the week, and Miss Kingston could be telling her that she was completely incompetent, but that was something she already knew.
"You're here because you're dangerous, Ophelia Foley."
Wait. What?
"I'm... I'm what?" She asked, not comprehending what her English teacher just said to her. Dangerous? How in the world— dangerous? The only thing Violet could think of was that maybe Miss Kingston couldn't read whatever she had written on her homework from the night before. That she could blame on her dyslexia and the fact that her mother wasn't home to read over her work like usual. Maybe her inability to successfully read the English language was a danger to society.
"Don't play stupid, Ophelia Foley." Miss Kingston muttered, turning to the black board and pacing, "You could sabotage the General's mission."
Violet tentatively raised her hand, though it was just the two of them. "Uh— Miss Kingston? You're not really making any sense. Who's the General?"
Miss Kingston turned sharply, and Violet gasped. Her eyes that used to be a welcoming green were now completely black— the whites of her eyes and all. It was like her teacher was aging years into the future. Her skin changed from that of a twenty-five year-old to one of a older woman who had been around for quite some time. Her skin sagged, her forehead creased, and her hair streaked with white. One of her legs turned into one that resembled a reptile, and the other a metallic bronze.
Violet scrambled out of her chair and took a few steps back, still not quite sure what she was witnessing. "What's going on?" She asked, before mentally hitting herself. What's going on? Idiot. She berated herself.
"Going by a middle name will not be enough to save you, Ophelia Foley." Miss Kingston growled, literally growled. "The General wants you dead, and so you shall be dead."
Hold up... Violet thought, gulping. "Who is the General, and why does he want me dead? I'm only thirteen, and I don't even know anyone from the military!" She hoped that Miss Kingston had the wrong person, but from the way she was using her full name and glaring at her as if she had killed her puppy, she doubted it.
Before she could stall any longer, Miss Kingston finished her transformation with a nice set of black wings and long talons instead of fingers.
Luckily for Violet, she was saved from imminent death by the door slamming open. Startled, both ladies turned to the door. In the entry way stood Violet's best friend slash nuisance, Kaius. She wanted to scream at him to leave, to run and find and find an adult that wasn't a total freakaziod, but Kai had no intention of doing that. He held up a set of pipes that were held together with string. He quickly played a short tune, and the room grew brighter, until Violet couldn't stand to open her eyes.
"It's safe now," Came the voice of her best friend after a few moments. When she peeked opened her eyes, she and Kai were alone. Miss Kingston was nowhere to be found, and all that remained was a fresh set of claw marks on the board and a pile of golden dust on the floor where she once stood.
Violet couldn't form words. She moved to sit down, but Kaius grabbed her arm, "Nope. No, sorry, Vi, we have to go. Now." He hauled her up and dragged her to the door.
She followed him in a daze, trying to wrap her mind around what she had just seen. "Miss Kingst... Wings... Black—" She cut herself off, "Kai, what just happened?"
He sighed, "I'll let Chiron explain at camp."
"Camp? What camp? Who's Chiron?" She demanded, tugging her arm back and crossing them. "What is going on?"
Kai looked around, making sure they were alone. "You want the whole thing?" She nodded once, her eyes narrowed. "Okay. You're a demigod, your dad is a Greek god, though we don't know which one yet, and you were just nearly killed by an empousa, which even for your kind, is not good. Can we go now? Before one of her sisters comes looking for us?"
Violet had never gone through so many emotions at once. Shock, outrage, confusion, and strongest— resentment. Her father? Her mother refused to tell her about his identity—only that he was an alcoholic whose lifestyle wasn't fit for a child. That didn't stop her from forming a deep resentment of the man for leaving her mother to raise her all by herself. Though he sent her a card every May for her birthday, she had just one memory of him—a pair of eyes so similar to her own. She knew they weren't her mother's, for she had the warmest pair of brown eyes to exist, while Violet had eyes that were an unusual shade of dark purple, almost black. In fact, she looked almost nothing like her mother. Violet's dark locks were the exact opposite of Diane's short blonde hair and Violet had already matched her height at thirteen.
One of the few ways that one could tell that they were related was the way they carried themselves. The proud glint in their eyes could not be snuffed out; the hard set of the jaw when challenged; the furrow of the eyebrows when thinking, and the stubbornness. Oh gods—the stubbornness.
The two couldn't be anything but mother and daughter, and this was obvious when they were with each other. Kaius found this out upon meeting Diane Foley for the first time, months ago.
That's where he was taking Violet, to her house to pack.
( july 4, 2020 )
wig ive had this entire chapter as a draft since august of 2018 but i just ?? never published it. i am well aware that this chapter is Not Good and my 2018 writing is highkey super cringy to me now but this fic is going to be fast paced until we get into the titans curse bc i want the whole fic done Now so im just gonna go w it😛✌🏻
anyways please enjoy i pinkie promise the writing will get better😖
also quick question, how do yall read fics? like on your phone, on a computer, is it in dark mode, stuff like that!!