GODDESS OF WAR

Chapter 2

REVY AMARA

"You made a scene there again, Amara."

That was Jessica, my idiot mortal friend. I needed to have atleast one friend to make me look like an ordinary human being. I met her when I first started living in this city. She had absolutely no idea that I am a demigod. Poor mortal.

In my relentless search for Athena's daughter, I had traversed different corners of the world. It was deeply disappointing that the hunt had already taken me several hundred years.

"The truth humiliated her, not me," I said, shrugging my shoulders indifferently.

"But seriously, I was shocked to find out she was a rape victim," Jessica continued, her voice dropping. "Poor Medusa. Imagine being violated by a god, only to be cursed and later beheaded by a demigod... They are so incredibly cruel."

I wasn't surprised. Most mortals remained blissfully ignorant about the grim reality behind my mother's curse and eventual death.

"They weren't being cruel-they were threatened. Especially that hypocrite, Athena..." I muttered under my breath.

"Hey, stop talking about a goddess like that!" Jessica hissed, softly tapping my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes and averted my gaze, looking across the room. That was when my eyes caught her.. That Cassandra Aria.

She was laughing effortlessly with her friends. Beneath the table, my hands clenched into tight fists as a familiar anger flared up in my chest. I loathed her smile. Her laughters, forced me to remember the agonizing pain and suffering my mother endured.

I could still recall her anguish; even while I was still in her womb, I felt everything she felt. The burning rage, the isolation, the sheer terror like it was all hardwired into my DNA.

"A lot of people here really like Cassandra," Jessica noted, following my gaze to the other side of the room. "Even if sometimes she can be a total bitch. Honestly, I can't blame them. The girl is freaking gorgeous."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Prettier than me?" Jessica stared at me for a few seconds, her brows knitting together in sudden conflict. This idiot.

"Hmm... it's kinda to compare," she said with a nervous laugh. She's wasn't lying. Cassandra possessed an alluring, almost ethereal beauty. She had glossy, rose-pink hair, a small button nose, and soft, double-eyelid eyes that radiated innocence. Her features were delicate, a genetic gift she undoubtedly inherited from her divine mother.

Looking at her always made me wonder if she looked exactly like Athena.That face is the perfect example of a deceptive soul, I thought bitterly. Humans are so easily blinded by a pretty face.

"Why do you hate her so much anyway?" Jessica asked curiously. Because I loathe her mother, and she is no exception. "No exact reason," I lied smoothly, preparing to stand up. "I just enjoy watching her suffer."

But as I turned on my heel, a sudden impact sent cold liquid splashing across my chest. I gasped in absolute fury. Fuck.

"What the-are you fucking blind?!" I screamed. I grabbed a tissue and began frantically dabbing at my Channel shirt, which was now ruined by a massive orange juice stain.

"I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" the girl stammered, trembling. "I tripped and lost my balance-" She reached out with a handkerchief, attempting to wipe the stain, but I violently shoved her hands away.

"IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE STUPID!" I roared. The girl bowed her head, and a soft sob escaped her lips. I rolled my eyes. She's crying. You have got to be kidding me.

The entire cafeteria fell dead silent. Every single eye was locked on us-including Cassandra's. I glanced over and saw a smug, satisfied smile playing on her lips. She was thoroughly enjoying this little scenario.

I sighed in sheer disbelief. I was the one standing here covered in juice, yet she was the one crying. "What now? You're crying?" I hissed in a dangerous whisper.

"Y-You don't have to raise your voice at me," she sobbed, lifting her head. Her doe-like brown eyes were puffy, and her chin trembled. "I know it's my fault, but I am sincerely apologizing to you."

I let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Can your sincere apology fix a ruined designer shirt? And for god's sake, stop crying! I haven't even touched you!"

The judgment burning in the eyes of the surrounding students only fueled my rage. They were looking at me like I was the villain.

"B-But raising your voice at me wont fix anything too." The woman met my gaze with her puffy eyes and trembling chin. Annoying.

Let's say she was right. But crying in front of me is unnecessary. She would have fought for herself. Instead of making me the bad guy here.

Weak women really disgust me. They always weaponized their tears to crave unearned sympathy. If she had an ounce of dignity, she would have stood her ground instead of playing the victim.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, straining to keep my voice steady. "Hug you? Tell you it's perfectly fine to pour juice all over my clothes? Should we try it again next time? Is that what you fucking want?!"

Jessica grabbed my arm tightly. "That's enough, Amara. We're making a scene." I shoved it. I hate being touched.

"She's right, Amara. It was just an accident. You don't have to be so mean" Cassandra walked over, stepping into the circle. She placed a comforting hand on the crying girl's shoulder.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly. The clumsy girl nodded miserably, adjusting her thick eyeglasses. I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "And what does that make you? Her fucking hero?"

Cassandra clicked her tongue, taking a few steps forward to narrow the gap between us. "Oh, Revy Amara," she said, offering a patronizing smile.

"Please stop being so cruel to everyone." She reached her hand out, casually aiming to pat my hair. But before a single one of her fingers could touch a strand of my head, I snatched her wrist mid-air.

"Don't you dare touch my hair with your filthy hands," I whispered. Trying my best to control myself. Cassandra's perfect face immediately grimaced in pain.

"Let go of me!" she demanded, twisting violently to break the hold. In response, I casually twisted her arm backward, forcing a sharp scream of agony from her lips. "Amara! Stop it! Everyone is watching!" Jessica desperately whispered in my ear.

But the wrath inside me was rapidly boiling over. The control I kept so tightly guarded was slipping.

"I said," I gritted my teeth, leaning in close so only she could hear, "NOT. MY. HAIR"

Beneath the noise of the cafeteria, a faint, phantom sound echoed inside my own skull, the sharp hiss of serpents. My mother's legacy was waking up, eager to strike.

Not yet, Amara. This isn't the place, and this isn't the way to end her.

With a burst of strength, I shoved Cassandra away. She went flying backward, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. The entire cafeteria gasped in collective shock.

Calm down, I repeated to myself like a mantra, taking a deep, ragged breath. Calm down Amara, before your eyes turn bright green.

Cassandra sat on the floor, cradling her bruised wrist. The clumsy girl rushed to her side, hovering over her. "Cassie, are you okay?" Cassandra didn't answer. She just stared up at me, glaring through a veil of tears, her perfect facade completely shattered.

I looked down at her and smiled.

What a beautiful scene.