Blue hair ✸ Apollo ²

V. Who am i?

Prophecies were like badly written stories. Sometimes they had no particular purpose, and sometimes they shaped the world entirely. Yet the prophecies word was law. If you tried to run, you'd become a criminal of some sort. A criminal that broke fate. But did Lydia think she was a criminal?

These days she did feel like she was on the run. She was running from death itself at this point, and it was getting tiring. So tiring that she slept for almost a day and a half. Leaving poor Apollo to deal with her great grandmother Dawn all alone. But that thought surprisingly was enough to wake her up.

The whole entire bed looked like a tornado thrashed through the covers. Lydia cringed at herself. She honestly didn't understand how she did this in her sleep. Yet she didn't think about it anymore. She quickly took a shower, and put on a decent looking outfit that Dawn laid out for her.

She wasn't expecting her great grandmother to know what she liked to wear, but it was exactly her style. Lydia then turned to the mirror on the right side of her new bed. She was contemplating how she looked, and how she would change up her hair. Then she widened her eyes when she realized her hair was magically curled.

"It seems like Miss Dawn forgot to mention how magic works around here?" A voice said from behind her.

Lydia was done with surprises, but before she could reach for one of her throwing knives she was stopped. In the mirror she could a woman who was only a few years older than her. Maybe at least sixteen or seventeen, but Lydia didn't ask. She was already used to the ways of immortals choosing how they looked.

Artemis chose to look like a twelve year old girl, the same age as her immortal hunters. Hermes chose to look like a famous songwriter named lin manuel miranda. (Well, actually Hermes was lin manuel miranda. That was sort of his human persona or something.) It still gave Lydia a shock to find out the person who created her favorite musical of all time was actually Hermes, but Apollo couldn't bother lying anymore.

It actually made Lydia think how she'd change herself as an immortal with any will. Maybe she'd change her weight or her body type. She was never fond of it. It was the one thing she was secretly insecure about. No matter how many times her mother told her she was beautiful.

Not that she'd ever talked about to anyone. But that's one of the reason why she couldn't stand this prophecy the fates gave her and Apollo. Lydia felt like she'd be a stain to the sun god's reputation. Especially if she was ever to be with him in a few years from now.

Apollo was ethereal, no matter what form he took. His lean but slightly muscular body, his hair, his eyes, and that stunning smile that everyone couldn't help but love. He'd been with plenty of people; men and women, who matched his reputation. Lydia was just a daughter of Dionysus that was another plaything for the fates.

"It's rude to ignore people that are talking to you. Especially after you just tried to throw a silly little knife at me." The woman behind her glared coldly "You understand?"

Lydia was so strung up in her thoughts it took her a while to remember there was someone in the room. Not that she cared about it.

"Okay, but who are you?" Lydia asked. She didn't even know who this person was, but she was asking to be spoken to.

The woman just laughed "I'm your mentor perhaps. Dawn wants me to show you how your ancestors magic really works."

Before Lydia could argue that she didn't need a mentor, she found herself an hour later standing in a training arena with a dozen other people. All being able to wield that magic Lydia could. But their aura was all different colors instead of just purple.  Lydia's mentor, her name being Kadence Cunningham. She explained that a witches aura represented their inner self in battle. Each color meant their most dominant traits.

Blue represents calmer warriors, who never needed to rely on emotion to be powerful. Green represents nature magic, and plain power that was the most common aura color around. Grey usually meant that the wielder was more neutral with power. They never picked any sides in battle, and they were often alone with other people with that grey aura.

Red meant deep passion, and people who fought for love and anger. Yellow meant the wielder was often optimistic. They mainly ruled over healing abilities and such. Pink meant the wielder only kept their abilities deep within them, and they could show off a show if they wanted to.

Orange meant warmth and excitement, having control over the fall season. Silver was a rare color. It represents lucid types of magic, and having better reign during the night. Gold represents success, and the most known magic wielders. Brown was more of a traditional type of magic. They ruled over animal spirits.

"And purple?" Lydia asked.

"There aren't any specifics on that one actually." Kadence shrugged "But we'll find out once you get going."

"Going with what?" Lydia felt like she wanted to sink into the ground, she tried to look away from the others on the training session.

"Dawn would call it your legacy I guess." Kadence smiled, pulling Lydia along to meet the others.

Lydia sighed in her head. Apollo, when can we leave?

I was gonna ask you that same question. Your great grandma is boring me over here. Where did you go?

Apparently I have a mentor who'll show me my legacy. I'm kinda scared.

Same.

Lydia rolled her eyes. You're not helping, you know that?

I know...