𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑

PROLOGUE

Third person
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Athena Álvarez,

A name that many feared, a name that made even the most happiest and comfortable people tense up.

Athena only let very, very few people into her inner circle. Why? It was simple, in the underworld you can't trust anyone, it was an unspoken rule amongst those who lurked in the shadows hiding away from the rest of the world, waiting to attack.

Athena, however, was always ten steps ahead, Athena never had to wait, because once she found out she already had a plan in place, ready to take action.

Maybe that was one of the reasons she had been the only one left alive, maybe that was one of the reasons why her father and mother conditioned her to be who she is, maybe that is one of the reasons that we are here now.

At a young age, the young Athena was only praised and conditioned to be a mafia leader by her parents..yet one night when all the family is home for the first time in a while- a fire breaks out.

Due to Athena's quick wit, she managed to stumble across the room to the side that wasn't burning. Sadly, the little Athena watched as her brothers and sisters screamed in horror, her parents cornered by flames, sobbing as they held each other.

Athena's eyes started to tear up, her hands shaking at her sides as she watched on in horror..surely she wasn't crying because of fear, no, she didn't cry. The young Athena convinced herself that she was crying because of the smoke filling the room.

yeah, the smoke was making her cry.

Athena's parents pleaded for her to get out, to escape, to run until she got to safety.

So that's what she did.

Athena forced herself to tear her eyes away from the horror unfolding before her, and to turn to the only exit she could think of and run.

She forced her small legs to race until they couldn't anymore, and when they couldn't she still pushed through, until she got outside and into the safety of her tío and tias's arms as they consoled her.

With a gasp, Athena awoke, covered in a sheen of cold sweat as her heart thumped in her ribcage. She sighed as closed her eyes tightly..it's not real.

That night however, was real..and traumatic. You'd think she'd be deathly afraid of fire now. But fire is what gave her comfort now, it being there the last time she was with her family.

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                                           A/N
Sooo what do we think? I know it might not be the best but i tried. I was thinking about doing this in first person, but ultimately failed.🫣

Yes the other chapters will be in first person! Of Alexander at times and Athena at times.

I promise that the chapters will get longer, this one was quite rushed but i'm still getting the hang of it.

Also the writing will get better i promise 🙏

Aesthetics will also be up some time this week <3

See ya saturday 🤍🤍