𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬

ONE

Maisie was never one to leave the house without looking like a greek goddess — partially because she was naturally beautiful like Aphrodite, and partially because her Mothers half of the family is Greek.

"It's only training, you don't need to look like a superstar." I snicker and lean back against the thousand pillows on Maisie's bed.

"That's easy for you to say. Look at you, jean shorts and a black tank? That's a fashion crisis!"

Any good friend would get up and help her find an outfit but knowing Maisie, she'd rather deal with her own crisis by herself.

I've known Maisie for years, we've grown up together since elementary school, we're basically inseparable. One of us is never without the other.

Although, her idiotic boyfriend Nathan — who I've grown fond over, is usually with us. But I don't really mind, he's grown up with us so I practically see him as a close friend — an older brother? That's a-bit of a stretch.

They only started dating a year ago when she was 14 and he was 15, a year long relationship is quite a big deal at our age — usually everyone goes for one night stands, or two week relationships then moves onto their bestfriend. But not Maisie and Nathan, they're adorable.

We all got into sword fighting from our parents, they were all friends when they were our age and somehow — I don't know how, they all became so interested and skilled in sword fighting, they all expect us to carry their last names and take up after them, which we will.

"And I'm assuming you want to look good mostly for yourself but also for Nathan?" I grin as she grabs a pillow and chucks it at my face.

"Well, yes, but mostly for myself of course! How about this? Too basic?" She holds up a short pair of pink sweat-shorts and a simple white tee with a pink hibiscus on it.

"No, it's perfect." I hum contently and look away as she changes.

We used to be a group of six; Me, Nathan, Maisie, Nico, Rosalie, and Harrison. Unfortunately, Rosalie's obsession with becoming a popular girl came true, she completely turned her back on us and ditched.

Harrison sort of just drifted away from everybody, now he does his own thing. We still see him from time to time and sometimes we stop to say hi but we don't plan on making an effort in becoming close again unless he does.

And Nico. Not long ago, maybe a couple months before Nathan and Maisie started dating, Nico and I got into a small argument, which turned into a big fight and everything went wrong.

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"Vianna, you know I didn't mean it!"

"What, so you just didn't mean to call me a horrible person, selfish, and a shit fighter to my face?" She scoffs and takes a step closer sizing him up.

"I was just mad, I didn't mean to take it out on you, I'm sorry Vi."

He reaches out and grabs ahold of her wrist to refrain her from running away.

With an effort, she squirms out of his grip but falls flat against the rocks beneath her, she lifts her slightly bleeding hand and swats his away.

"I'm sorry, let's just go back inside and talk in there."

In a hurry, she stands up and unsheathes her sword from her belt and holds it out infront of her.

"I've put up with you somewhat unwillingly taking your anger out on me for months, years!"

"Vianna, you don't wanna do this." He mutters quietly and reaches for his sword.

"I don't wanna ever see you again you asshole."

She quickly lunges at his hip, but in a swift move he unsheathes his sword and parries the attack, his sword clanking with hers and moving upwards, slashing her across the cheek.

"Vi, are you okay? It was an accident, I'm sorry." He drops his sword and rushes by her side, taking note of the large gash across her cheek, dripping blood down all over her body.

Without speaking or looking up at him, she swiftly pushes past him and rushes inside of her house.

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Now I can vaguely remember what happened after that, all I know is that I have a badass scar stretching across my cheek, I haven't spoken a word to Nico ever since due to him being sent to his dad's house in a different state as a punishment. Half of me doesn't care about his whereabouts, but the other half is worried sick knowing how horrible his dad can act.

"Hey Mais, hey kid."

We glance up at her dad coming in and I smile, he's stepped up as my father figure ever since my dad passed away.

"I'll take you guys to training, ready to go?"

We nod and grab our bags and rush to the car, obviously I get shotgun as the guest.

"Nathan finally isn't coming with us? He found his own way to get to training? That kid is going places." He grins and pulls out of the driveway.

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It was a little rushed to the end but let me know if there's anything I could do to improve the story. It won't be in a particular order but each chapter is gonna be a different POV.