Dark Does Not Always Mean Evil

What else don't I know

I woke up to find myself in a small bedroom and as I looked around I noticed that I was cold yet it was really comfortable and relaxing to the point that I just leaned on the headboard and closed my eye so that I could thing about everything that has happened to me. It wasn't long until I got the feeling that I was being watched and when I opened my eyes, well let's just say I was not expecting him, I mean he was a supernaturally being, I mean he looked like what people describe the Grim Reaper to look like. Now opening your eyes and not screaming is one thing but the really weird thing about this situation was that I felt safe and loved.

"Hello Nikita, it's been years since I've last seen you. You were only thirteen months old when you were taken and Eliza was killed" he said, 'Okay then, he knows me and my mother. Well he is a Grim Reaper so he probably collected her soul but still why the bloody hell do I feel safe and loved' I thought to myself, only for him to laugh, "Well that's a good question and let me answer that for you" he said as he leaned forward and placed his pointer on my forehead and everything when black.

Everything around me was black and I could feel a cool gentle breeze blowing from behind me when all of a sudden everything changed and I could see a lady with midnight black hair reaching her mid back holding a baby girl while she was singing a song, actually now that I think about it I think I remember this song it was called Soldatino and its a mix between English and Italian, the Italian was the cores and English for the verses. Soon the Grim Reaper appeared again right behind her and to my utter most surprise he hugged her with his head resting on her shoulder and looking down at the baby.

"She's beautiful, almost as beautiful as her mother" he said still looking down at the baby, "Oh and I thought she looked quite like her father, Thanatos" she replied. 'What Thanatos, isn't he the Greek god of Death, and also doesn't he guard the doors of death that split the mortal world and Tartarus' quickly popped into my head before I continued to watch what he was showing me. "I just hope that she will be able to live a full like" the lady said only to continue "I love you me little Nikita" and walk up the stairs that where to the left of the room before everything when black again.

Next thing I know I'm back on my bed and he's still there but at least I now know his name and more. "Father?" I asked, well why else would he show me that if he wasn't, "I am sorry my dear for hiding it from you but the two wars there real and I didn't want you involved, but know that they are over I believe I owe you a lot" he said before snapping his fingers and I instantly knew how I could do anything involving the dead and shadows. "Well there does the long hard training" I said still not quite over the shock of everything, ' let's see, my father is a Greek god and my adopted parents lied to me my whole life, what else is there that I don't know, what never mind I don't wanna know right this instant' I thought to myself.

"You're about to land soon and I have got to go back but I will always be there for you, all you have to do is call" he said as he flew through the wall and left, 'That will probably come in handy being able to Shadow-Travel and go through walls like a ghost' I thought as I decided 'well let's use some of my ability's by cutting my hair from its short ponytail to the good all fashion ruff Pixie cut that I had a few years ago, hey I have a new life so why not have a new look that goes with it' I thought to myself as I summoned a dead hairdresser to do just that for me.

After five minutes I was now sporting my Pixie cut happily, 'Now I just wish I have my jewelry that would suite my new hairstyle and my lovely black outfit' I thought only for my dark green choker and black cross chain and cuff earrings to appear on my desk in a flash of pink light to match the pink like that was above me, and when I looked up at it I was really shocked to see a dove in a pink heart which I instantly new belonged to Apherdite the goddess of love. I reached over and picked up the choker first with a smile 'even if I don't quite like the idea of someone ruling over my love life I just have to say thank, so thanks Apherdite' I thought hoping she hear like she did when I wanted my jewelry.