Ellie: The Chosen Half-Blood
I stayed in bed all day, drowning in tears. My mind was a battlefield of torment, a whirlwind of regrets and broken promises. Several times, I attempted to end it all—to silence the chaos inside me. But each time, Angel stopped me. She always found me just in time, snatching the poison from my hand or untying the rope before I could commit the unthinkable. I was a mess—shattered, lost, and consumed by guilt. Why did I ever go out with Justin? Love, I told myself, was now a myth. I swore never to fall again.
Later that evening, I decided I needed air. Not just any air, but the kind only silence and nature could offer. I headed to the forest—the deepest part where the trees whisper secrets and the wind listens.
"Where are you going at this hour?" Angel asked as she spotted me near the door.
"Somewhere quiet. I'll be back," I replied.
"Then I'm going with you," she insisted, heading to change.
"No, don't worry. I can fend for myself."
"Don't do anything reckless, Ellie," she warned.
"I won't. I promise." I looked into her eyes—those warm, worried eyes—and saw a flash. Adam's accident. I felt the pain she carried, the fear of losing yet another person. Tears slipped from her eyes, and I hugged her tightly.
"Don't cry," I whispered. "You won't lose me too. And I'm sorry—for everything. I'll come back. Trust me."
"I do, Ellie. Please take care."
I walked for miles until I reached the heart of the forest. I could've teleported, but I didn't want to. Not this time. Using my powers felt like giving in, like accepting what I refused to believe I was.
Eventually, I arrived at a serene lake, glistening under the pale moonlight. I sat on a large rock and tossed pebbles into the water, watching the ripples distort the moon's reflection. Needing more than stillness, I stripped down to my undergarments and slipped into the cool embrace of the lake.
As I sank deeper, I felt oddly at peace—until a blinding light shot through the depths, leaving me momentarily blind. When my vision returned, I saw him—a man, half-human, half-fish.
"Ellie," he called, his voice echoing through the water.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?" I demanded.
"It's a shame you don't remember me," he said. "But it's not your fault."
"What are you talking about?"
"Your name is Zora, not Ellie."
"You're insane," I snapped.
"I am Triton, god of the sea. We are blood."
"I'm not a god," I insisted.
"Says who?" he asked with a grin.
"Me," I whispered, turning to leave.
"Zora," he called again, his tone softer now. "Don't turn away from your truth."
Then he vanished.
Confused and shaken, I rose to the surface, gasping. That's when I saw her—a stunning young woman with flawless skin, long brown hair, and dressed in a hunting outfit. A bow in her hand. Arrows strapped behind her back.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am Artemis, goddess of the hunt and the moon."
"Why are you here?"
"Zora, a great calamity is coming. Only you can stop it."
"I'm not Zora! I'm Ellie. A human. There's been some terrible mix-up. I don't believe in gods," I said firmly.
Suddenly, a blast of fire shot past me and struck Artemis. She vanished into thin air.
I spun around and saw her—stunning, ethereal, dangerous. A tall woman in a black gown with a high slit, her blonde hair cascading down her back. Her presence was magnetic yet menacing.
"Who are you?" I asked, heart pounding.
"She would've only hurt you. I, on the other hand, bring you peace," she said, stepping closer.
"Answer me."
She smiled darkly. "Zora, you don't need to know me. Just my name."
She teleported beside me in a blink. Before I could react, she grabbed my hair, pulling my head back.
"Let go of me!" I screamed, struggling in her grip.
"I'm Aurora," she whispered, voice dripping with malice.
Without warning, she forced my head underwater. Panic surged through me. My powers vanished. I thrashed, clawed, begged—but it was useless.
Then—a shot. An arrow pierced the air. Aurora shrieked and disappeared.
I surfaced, coughing, and looked up. Gena. She stood on the ridge, expression unreadable. My face soaked with tears.
"Help me..." I choked out before sinking.
Triton appeared again, pulling me to shore. Gena silently transported me home.
I awoke in bed to the warm embrace of Angel.
"Thank goodness," she sobbed.
I hugged her back, tears falling anew.
"What happened? Why are you crying?"
"Because," I whispered, "I think I'm going to Mount Olympus... the home of the gods."
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CHAPTER NINE: THE CALLING
I stayed in bed all day, crying. I had tried so many times to end my life, but Angel always stopped me—whether it was poison, a rope, or pills, she was always there just in time. I was broken, hollow, and drowning in regret. I shouldn't have gone out with Justin. I shouldn't have believed in love again.
"I will never love again," I whispered to myself.
Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed space. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere far from everything.
As I was heading for the door, Angel spotted me.
"Where are you going at this time?" she asked with concern.
"Somewhere... I'll be back," I replied, avoiding eye contact.
"I'm coming with you," she said, turning to change.
"No, don't worry. I can fend for myself."
She gave me a long, searching look.
"Don't try anything stupid, Ellie."
"I won't. I promise."
I looked into her eyes, and suddenly I saw it—Adam's horrible accident reflected in them. Guilt hit me like a wave. I pulled her into a hug as a tear slipped down her cheek.
"Don't do that," I said, gently wiping it away. "You won't lose me too. I'm sorry for trying to hurt myself. I promise—I'll come back to you today."
"I trust you, Ellie. Take care," she whispered.
I walked all the way to the forest. I could've teleported, but I didn't want to give the gods the satisfaction of thinking I was accepting who they said I was.
I found myself by the lake, sitting on a large rock and tossing pebbles into the water, watching the ripples fade into silence. Then, on impulse, I decided to take a swim. I stripped down to my underwear, folded my clothes neatly on the rock, and dove in.
The water embraced me like an old friend. I could breathe underwater—another reminder that I wasn't normal. As I swam deeper, a bright light suddenly burst in front of me, blinding me for five seconds.
When I could finally see again, a figure stood before me—half human, half fish.
"Ellie," he called softly.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?" I asked, heart pounding.
"It's a pity you don't remember. But it's not your fault."
"What do you mean?" I snapped.
"Your name is Zora, not Ellie."
"You're talking nonsense."
"I'm Triton, god of the sea. And... we are blood."
"I'm not a god," I retorted.
"Says who?" he asked sarcastically.
"Says me," I whispered, turning to leave.
"Zora, don't do this," he said, but then he vanished.
I swam back to the surface, confused and shaking. As I poked my head out of the water, a figure caught my eye—a stunning girl with long brown hair, wearing a hunting dress, a bow in her hand, and a quiver of arrows on her back.
"Hey! Who are you?" I asked, startled.
"I'm Artemis, goddess of the hunt... and of the moon."
"Why are you here?" I asked, stepping out of the water and pulling on my clothes.
"Zora, a great calamity is coming. Only you can stop it."
"I'm sorry, Artemis, but I'm not Zora. I'm Ellie. I'm human. I don't believe in any of this—gods or destiny."
Before she could respond, a fireball exploded past me and hit her. Artemis vanished into glowing embers.
I spun around to see the source of the attack. A breathtakingly beautiful woman stood there—fair-skinned, with long blond hair, wearing a flowing black gown slit high to the thigh.
"Who are you? Why did you do that?" I demanded, still captivated by her presence.
"She would only bring you harm. I will do you only good," she said with a soft smile.
"Who are you?"
"Oh, Zora... you don't need to know much. Just my name."
She teleported to my side and grabbed my hair, tilting my head back as I struggled.
"Let go of me!" I screamed.
"I'm Aurora," she whispered with a wicked laugh, then shoved my head underwater.
Panic overtook me. I lost my ability to breathe underwater. I struggled, kicked, screamed, but it was no use. I was drowning.
Then, an arrow pierced through the air, striking Aurora and forcing her to vanish. I looked up, gasping, and saw Gena on the shore.
"Help me!" I choked. I didn't even know how the words came out before I sank again.
Triton pulled me from the lake just in time and laid me gently on the shore. Gena transported me back home.
When I woke up, Angel was there, crying tears of relief.
"Thank goodness," she said, hugging me tightly.
I hugged her back, trembling.
"What's wrong?" she asked, seeing my face.
I swallowed hard.
"I can't believe I'm saying this… but I'm going to Mount Olympus. The place of the gods."