Thalia

It is foretold in the holy book of apokάlypsi that on the third Sabbath there will be a queen, a goddess of some sort, she will dethrone the Holy Kings Of Egypt and conquer the Holy Land. The girl is made out of the purest bloods of Azkarath, she will have powers never heard of in the Holy Kingdom. She will be born into humans, ordinary and unexpecting. Her whole life she will be ignorant and naive of her destiny and her lack of knowledge of our world will shine through her innocence.  Her name will be Arithia, conqueror of all evil.

  Long Live Arithia.

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''That was by far, the shittest movie I have ever sat through,'' I complained, my hands massaging my temples in a circular motion to calm down the in coming headache, as we left screening room 003. Peyton was still very much captured by the movie to even scold me about my foul language as she usually did, which was rather stupid of her since the movie was meant for seven year olds not seventeen-soon-to-be-eighteen-year-olds.

''Come on Thal, you have got to admit that it was good, it was so romantic..'' she gushed at the memory of the ending when Rapunzel saves Eugene and they live happily ever after, her misty blue eyes glazed over in a starstruck gesture.

''Yeah, yeah, saving a dead person with your tear drops, how romantic,'' I rolled my eyes at her, sarcasm dripping with every word. Irritation and annoyance pumping its way through my veins due to fact that I had been forced to watch, yet again,another Disney movie.

Peyton's character, as cliche as it may seem, was the total opposite to mine. All my likes and dislikes totally contradicted with hers, well most of them. Peyton was the more outgoing, loud, friendly person that was very opinionated and you just couldn't ignore or hate. I, however, was antisocial, hostile, quite, angry and easily ignored. I didn't have many friends and that's just how I preferred it since I was less prone to get annoyed ad I was someone that was definitely short tempered and easily annoyed.

Another thing about Peyton that was contradicting to my behaviour was her extremely unhealthy obsession with all things Disney. Growing up with an unstable family life and a single mother with no father in the picture meant that Peyton was more attracted to 'the perfect happy family', which obviously didn't exist no matter what type of reality you lived in. In my case, since I was brought up around the typical all star happy American family perfectly understood that perfect was not always perfect and if it was, was very dull. I honestly didn't understand her obsession with all things Disney, the sickeningly cliche plots that ended up with happy ever afters were very overrated and all basically the same. No originality, just a stupid maiden getting into trouble and falling in love with her perfect knight in shining armour. Brainwashing six year old girls with love and making them believe life wasn't worth living without love. Uh, please.

''It is! You're just miserable because the only romantic thing Jonathon ever does for you, is trying to get you in to bed,'' she disputed, a disgusted look plastered on her features, I retorted with glare directed towards her cheap shot at my love life.

''Jonathon may not be the most romantic guy out there but that's why he's better than any other guy, I don't think I could handle all those cheesy roses and chocolates, our relationship is perfect the way it is, it works for us,'' I assured her smugly, proud of my comeback, we were now outside, the sun was just about to set resulting in the vivid oranges and purples and pinks of the sky to blend together, causing a breathtaking view. Inhaling the salty fresh air of Atlanta I allowed the wind to sooth my skin. 

''Would you stop staring at the sunset and hurry up! I'm starving!'' My best friend moaned, clutching her flat stomach, her blond hair dancing about in the wind. Her olive skin looking slightly flushed due to the awe gazing she was sending towards the direction of the giant screen for the past two hours or so.