Perseus Jackson, Chinese God Of Ice

Chapter 8

Keres POV

I hated...

hated...

hated...

hated...

That was one of  the things my life revolved around, hatred.

As a daughter of Eris, one might expect me to be the one to sow discord between people, to be the mastermind of all relationships - friends, lovers, family - that fail, to be the one who plotted it all and laughs when everything comes burning down.

However, instead of others being subjected to my godly power, the only victim of it was me.

The kid that everyone never passed their ball to because they didn't like her, they don't know why, but a sense of distrust always assaulted them whenever they so much as looked at me.

The teenage loner that the cool kids would look at in disdain, and, in return, everyone would look at me in disdain, but what's the difference between disdain and even more disdain, they never appreciated me from the start.

The child of Eris that every demigod knew before they saw that she'd take after her mother, who they knew would be the downfall to everything good if they so much as got close to her.

But then, I realized, that that wasn't reality.

Sure, some kids might've tried to keep their distance from me, but compared to others, I honestly got it easy. Sure, my powers subjected me to instant dislike, but some people persists and actually started getting along with me, I found something that resembled home here.

I was grateful because here, people actually understood.

There were some kids with some really messed up parents.

I knew that someone's parents never defined themselves, everyone was intimately familiar with that fact, but sometimes some things come with the godly parent package.

Some people had messed up facial appearances.

Some people had messed up powers, me included.

Some people had messed up personalities.

Some people were traumatized in ways that always correlate to their parentage.

Plenty of them has life punching them in the face much harder than I do.

Honestly, after looking at them, then looking at me, I always scrap my food into the nearest dumpster and tell my mom how much I appreciate her.

But if there was a group in camp that I'd have to point out, and say, "I don't like them," or, "I hate them." Then it'd be the Athena group.

Too paranoid, too judgmental, too manipulative, too cold-hearted.

I had a history with them.

It started when I was still fresh to camp, one of the Athena children felt the need to prove to the Aphrodite children that love wasn't everything.

The Aphrodite child rooted for me, but the Athena child went to all means to make my love life a disaster, but worse of all, they always brag it in my face, and in the Aphrodite girl's face too.

I was utterly traumatized, not to mention that people, whether potential love interests or not, started avoiding me like the plague, it took a good three months for things to settle back into something that still remotely resembled calm, still, that was a dept that I have yet to settle.

During Capture the Flag, I've always took the side of the Ares cabin, because they were the definite rivals of the Athena cabin, I could always count on them to be on the other side of the Athena children, but today utterly slapped me in the face.

I was allied with the Athena cabin, it was settled before I knew, because I was automatically on the Ares cabins side, but they've just broke the one reason that I've always chosen them, the idiots.

I wanted to just quite, but ties were already made and the opposite team would certainly reject me if I offered now of all times. So, seemed like I could only sabotage the Athena cabin from within, be the worm chewing inside the rotten and red apple.

I picked up a bow, plucked the strings, imagining it being the intestines of a certain someone, and aimed at the target across the field, then I picked up an arrow, notched it in, and let go.

Bullseye, right on the small red dot no wider than my thumb. I squinted my eyes to watch the arrow quiver as it sunk into the target.

Carefully, I notched in another arrow, and shot, it hit the target, but this time I only managed to hit the third innermost circle.

I cursed under my breath, then aimed again.

I pictured myself as Cupid, and the target as myself, I wondered what Cupid was thinking when he shot me with an arrow, right through my heart...

...to make me fall in love with a heartless, cruel, mean, Athena girl.

The tears that tickled down my face felt like the blood pouring from my heart, as Cupid wounded it with his arrow.

This wasn't just a dept of revenge, it was also a dept of love.

"You owe me too much."

The target was covered in arrows as it felled to the ground, nobody noted it's presence.

"I don't know if you're going to ever pay me back."

I walked out of the field, I had a game to play, and teammates to sabotage.