Ravina Atalanta Nightshade is of two worlds. But in trying to be the saviour of both, she finds herself being torn apart as she forces perfection on herself.
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Book 1 of the 'Double Life' Series
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pjo x hp crossover
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"Oh come on Luke. Don't tell me the old age is catching up to you."
Ravina's taunting voice rang out in the sword fighting arena as she pushed back her opponent's sword, taking the moment to readjust her grip on her blade. Her long ebony was secured in a braid, as shorter strands slipped out to frame her face, eyes glowing bright green in the light of the setting sun.
Luke huffed, skidding back to a stop, sandy-blonde hair falling in front of his blue eyes, "Don't get cocky now Ravi," he started, pushing back his hair, "You should never-".
"Never underestimate your opponent," she rolled her eyes, "Gosh, my memory isn't so bad that you have to say that everytime you know."
The blonde smiled fondly at the younger girl, but quickly assumed a stronger stance, pushing his feet wider apart as Ravi rushed towards him. Their swords met with a loud clang and Luke used his larger build to force Ravi back. She manoeuvred around him, rolling out of the way before advancing once more, sending Luke an onslaught of slashes. He met each one, blow for blow but he was tiring. Ravi had more speed and stamina than he did, which was surprising as he was a son of Hermes, god of speed and athletes. As the sound of their swords meeting rang out in the arena, Luke skilfully spun himself around her, maintaining contact and kicked the back of her knees. Ravi fell, rather ungracefully, to the ground, sword clattering out of her grip.
She groaned, face to the floor, "That was a cheap trick and you know it."
"What can I say? Son of the trickster god," the older boy quipped joyfully, "And besides, you should do what you can to turn the battle to your side, monsters won't play nice."
Ravi flipped onto her back and kicked her feet up, using the momentum to land in a crouch, "You think I don't know that," she retorted bitterly, slightly upset at having lost, "Let's not forget that I've been around here for longer than you mister."
And to prove this, she lifted up her camp necklace revealing her eight beads of having lived at camp from the age of two, compared to Luke's three.
"Yes of course my lady," said Luke imitating Ravi's West London accent as he did a silly bow, "My sincerest apologies for having offended you."
The lady in question stuck her nose up in the air snottily, "Well I suppose I'll have to accept this, seeing as it is the best you can do. But let's make sure we remember that the only reason I lost was because I'm not a swordsman."
Luke dropped the poor imitation of a British accent, picked up Ravi's sword from off the ground, "Excuses, excuses. I'm pretty sure that you're the only demigod out there that refuses to use blades."
"Well hand-to-hand is much more fun don't you think? And besides," she continued, walking alongside Luke towards the weapon's shed, "I do use them sometimes."
"Yeah, maybe in close-range combat but what about long distance? What will you do then?" he questioned.
Ravi sped up in front of him, turning around to walk backwards whilst striking poses, "Then I'll just whip out my bow or my needles! Or," she said playfully, rolling her r's, "I could use my super awesome, elemental prowess and wipe the floor with anyone who dares to challenge me."
