Faethend And The War Of Nithean

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"Ready.."

"Set.."

"Fire!" I yelled out to the many hunters and hunteresses on the battlefield. Many silver and bronze arrows swiveling by my head as I called out. I gripped my spear, yielding it straight into the cyclopse's massive eye. I watched it turn to dust as the many arrows landed into the enemies, I grinned as they did.

So, you're probably wondering who I am, or what happened. Well, my name is Andrea Rhodes. And I am proud to say that I am the leader of a cul- I mean family of hunters and hunteresses, all of which belonging to Artemis, a dear friend of mine.

What happened? Well, it's not exactly simple. You see, I come from earth, just like you did (I hope), and got deported away as one would. Why? I'm not sure.

My father was against everything I loved, such as Greek Mythology, Marvel- you get the jist, and my mother wasn't any better.

I grew up in a place called Edinburgh, Scotland. And if you don't know where Scotland is, then do yourself a favour and retake geography in school. I never went to school myself, as my parents were so against me having fun. Staying at home was cool too, until my mum abruptly decided to send me to an all-girls private school.

Turns out it wasn't the fact that my parents didn't want me to have fun, it was boys they were worried about. Boys!

And, well, my first day went something like this;
"Alright, girls, calm down, we have a new pupil joining us today." I heard a voice ring out in a room nearby. The voice belonged to a rather old woman, she sounded about 65, retirement age. Her voice was rather gravely and frail, kind of like someone on the brink of death would sound like. "She should be here in a couple minutes." The gravely voice mumbled again.

I could hear another wave of noise coming from the class, it was mainly cheering, but I heard someone groan in annoyance (I think anyway).

I took a deep breath, or maybe 4 or 5, I can't remember. But either way, I stepped into the classroom. "Ah! Andre! Is it- Andre?" The elderly teacher asked, turning her frail body to look at me, she looked as if she was about to collapse into a pile of dust. "Andrea, ma'am." I corrected her. "Apologies, apologies, my brain doesn't work as well as it used to." She said. I nodded in understanding before I glanced to the rest of the room, where at least 30 people my age sat.

This one girl, she had a kind of light ginger hair and dark skin, and adorable looking freckles dotted all over her face and neck. And she smiled at me. I must've looked a little too shocked, because the teacher had noticed. "Miss Andrea, are you alright?" She asked. I flushed red with embarrassment. "I'm fine, miss." I muttered softly, turning my attention back to the girl who had given me such a kind smile.

That's not it, she even waved at me! I don't know what I found so nice about her, she was just so timid, it was endearing. She was endearing.

"Why don't you go sit next to her?" The teacher whispered, nodding over to the girl I was apparently staring at. I smiled slightly and instantly rushed over to sit next to the girl on the next desk.

She stared at me as I wrapped my jacket around the chair, placing my sage green bag on the ground underneath the desk. I flopped in the chair, sighing softly and quickly as I turned to the nice girl again, smiling at her. "Hi there." The girl said, leaning over her desk as she kept her head turned towards me. I had noticed that she seemed to have an Italian accent. Which I found cool. Except Italians have trouble pronouncing the letter 'I' in English, so it kind of sounded like she was saying; "He there." "Hey." I replied, smiling wider, her accent made me happy in a way, and I wasn't exactly sure how to feel about that.

"What's your name?" I asked, leaning back into my chair as I tilted my head slightly, letting my dyed hair fall loose. "Bianca." She replied, again, her accent was making her sound like she was saying "Beanca.". I giggled softly, and replied to her with my name.

Our conversation was lovely. She was telling me about everything and everything, who to watch out for and who to look out for. But of course, something had to interrupt. Again. I felt a crumpled sticky-note hit the lobe of my ear, causing me to look down at the pink piece of paper which had been completely crumpled. I looked up towards where the paper had come from, and a duo of girls were laughing and chuckling, thinking they were so cool. When in reality, they were just really, really annoying.

"That's Hannah.." Bianca mumbled from beside me, signalling to a pick me looking lass. She had strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. She wore pink, bright, neon pink. And had put up her hair in pigtails. She was basically the definition of pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside.