Queen Of Shadows

1. Force Me

    "Control it!" Ares screamed.
"I'm trying!"
    "Try harder!"

    Ares was Arabella's mentor. He would constantly push her to do things she wasn't ready for, but she would always end up doing them anyway. Her parents died when she was only 14, still very young, but old enough to understand what had happened. Ares took her in and told her that "The Typhon" (or just Ty for short) would care for her. Instead, it is destroying her.

    "You're fine, keep going!"
She stops, "I can't, you don't understand -"

   "Don't tell me what I do and don't understand, and I do, by the way! I have the power of lightning, and I know how to control it. You don't. Again!"

    Arabella's lesson was to get the tiniest drop of water and turn it into a title wave. Seeing as she had the power to control water and the minds of everything in it, it shouldn't be that hard. Except that she was only 16 years old and most adults couldn't do it.

    "Stop! I've seen enough failure today. Go pack, we leave for Athens in the morning"

    With no arguments, Arabella went to her room to go pack. "Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry." She mumbled. Holding back tears, she put all of her clothes in her suitcase. It didn't take long, she didn't have that many clothes. Most were black. Black shirts, pants, jackets, sweatshirts, dresses. But her favorite was a baby blue puffy sleeved, sundress with a bow in the front. She planned to wear that on the plane ride. She always did. Ares never let her wear anything other than black when she was in public. Especially when they were in another headquarters. They were going to the one in Athens, one of the most elite training grounds.

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    Alarm blaring, tiredness threatening to creep back in, Arabella reluctantly got out of bed. She got ready rather quickly. She put her blue dress on, perfected the position of the bow - which took longer than expected - and walked out of her room. Head down, she walked toward the car. "What took you so long?" The question didn't sound genuine. "I was making the bow -"

    "That was a rhetorical question, Bella. I don't really care." Bella, the nickname her parents gave her when she was a kid. He resorted to using it only when she wouldn't listen, but now he uses it mindlessly. She had grown to disregard whatever he called her. Bella, Mist, Failure, but his favorite to use was "Queen of Shadows." He called her that whenever she was on a mission. If she was on a mission with someone else, they would only refer to her as Mist. They never knew her actual name.

    "Get in, we are going to be late." Slowly but surely, she climbed in the backseat of the car. As they drove toward the airport, Ares started speaking to the driver. "When we get to the entrance, make sure to take the back road. That way, we will avoid being seen." Every time they would travel, they would use what Typhon called the "Blacksun." A private jet only reserved for warriors with magic. It could go over 2,000 mph, which was handy in a time crunch. "We're here, quickly get in. We can't afford your sightseeing. " Sight seeing was an understatement. She always loved to observe her surroundings, sometimes taking samples of the plants to study them.

    The Blacksun took off around 8 am. and landed at 7 pm. 11 hours of complete silence. When they landed, Ares finally talked. "Looks like you have some competition. There is a new recruit training there, and apparently, he's pretty good. Not as good, of course, as the Queen of Shadows." Arabella rolled her eyes. She liked being the best bit she did not like boasting about it. She could create a title wave big enough to knock out half of the U.S. if she wanted to. What could this guy do that she couldn't? What makes him so special?