My Little Goddess (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 8: Meeting the Sky and the Rise of Hatred

               The time Joshua woke up he was inside a tent and Leigh was tending to his wound, he was shirtless and a bandage was wrapped around his stomach covering his wound. Lucas walked in holding a bowl of warm water and a white handkerchief, Lucas sighed in relief when he saw Joshua’s eyes open. Lucas dropped the water on the floor beside Joshua. He tried to sit up but Leigh slowly put her hand on his shoulder “Don’t get up, your wound will reopen and we’ll have to stitch it again.” She told to him as soft as possible.

                Joshua didn’t expect this from a daughter of the god of the underworld, her voice was soft and filled with concern Joshua realized she might not be what he thought she was. Then he realized he is really bad at judging people. He nodded softly and laid back down “Thank you, Leigh.” He smiled softly at her.

                Lucas looked at Joshua “Do you want to tell us what happened or do you want to keep silent about this?” he asked Joshua.

                Joshua nodded “I will tell you all.” He looked at Lucas and Lucas nodded softly he called everyone in the tent. Natasha sat beside Lucas and looked at Joshua curiously “It was Irene.” He said looking guilty he closed his eyes stopping tears from falling.

               Natasha held Joshua’s hand comforting him softly “it is okay, keep going.” Natasha said to Joshua as soft as possible.

               “Irene stabbed me when we were talking privately. It happens to be that she works for the rebellion and she had a mission to deceive me, but she lost it she hated those daughters of the minor gods and goddesses because she thinks their weak. I should’ve realized that she was only using me.” Joshua said as he looked at Natasha pleadingly.

               Natasha looked at him softly; Lucas slowly pulled away Natasha’s hand Joshua was holding “Sorry Joshua, I just can’t stand it.” He smiled at Joshua and he nodded.

               Then Natasha stood up so did Lucas he headed outside the tent quickly and everyone followed. There were four people there standing in front of them. There were three females and one male. The first female on the right stepped up she looked only about her mid-twenties. She had brown hair with blonde highlights until her chest and beautiful big grey intelligent eyes framed by long eyelashes. She was wearing full body armor with the sword in her hand. She smiled at everyone “I am Athena, the goddess of wisdom.” She said softly to everyone.

                The second woman came forth, she was beautiful and dazzling. She had an oval shaped face and her eyes were big and multi-colored eyes also framed by long eyelashes with prominent eyebrows. She had brownish-blonde princess curly hair that flow beautifully until her hips, her hair was also tied beautifully in a waterfall braid. She had thin and pointed nose and full pinkish lips. She had a slender body form covered by a sleeveless and thin silk Greek dress that revealed her back, her dress had a long sleet at the right side of her dress. She looked at Lucas softly “I’m Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty and the patron of love.” Aphrodite said with a soft smile.

                 Lucas’s jaw dropped “Wow, she is truly beautiful.” Lucas said jaw still dropped.

                Natasha pushed his jaw up and raised her eyebrows “yeah, of course she is. What do you expect from the goddess of beauty?” Natasha asked sarcastically. She opened the entrance to the tent and saw Joshua laying in the softly arranged part of the tent. Before she entered someone grabbed her wrist. Then she turned to who held her wrist.

               It was the guy, looking at him up close he was really cute only about eighteen years old. He had ash blonde hair in an army cut, his eyes were as blue as the sky, and he had a cleft chin. He had a thin and pointed nose. He had tan-skin and an athletic build. He was wearing a grey shirt with black pants and brown hunter’s boots. He didn’t dress like a god but he had an essence of one. He was handsome and cute Natasha looked stunned and then there goes Lucas who held Natasha’s other wrist glaring at the god “I’m Apollo, god of light, music, and healing.” He said softly and let go of Natasha’s wrist she pulled her hand away slowly from Lucas’s grip too.