Goddess of Troy

V

B r o t h e r

"Brother!"
Cato? Brother? Cassia?
"He, is your brother?!"  A strange feeling rushed through Helena's veins.  That's where she had seen Cassia's eyes. The two of them had shared the same electrifying eyes that now had now shone a buttercup yellow.

Cassia shrugged as if it were no big deal, "Yea, do you two know each other?" Helena's gaze met Cato's for a split second until she stubbornly turned her head away to face a wall with a 'humph.'

"Princess," Cato regarded her as he bowed like the night before. "It's nice to seeing you in combat gear, although your dress last night was unbelievably stunning." Winking, he had quoted Helena from that night. His expression had been soft and playful, "Aw come on Princess, don't be mad at me."

"Cato!" Cassia swatted his muscular and well-built bicep. "This is serious l, quit acting like a child fir just one second." Cassia, was striding up to Helena, caught her arm and whispered in her ear, "Maybe we should go train.  You know, to take out what's been building up inside of you.  You need to let it out."

Cato had been the faster one to respond, "Look, Cassia, you go first." Cassia crossed her arms, moving. "Five minutes," he had shot his sister a desperate look, "-please."

Before Cassia could give in, Helena had already guided herself halfway across the room. Cato's reflexes were fast, catching Helena's hand on her way out. "I know you're mad at me," he began. "Look," frustrated that he got no reply, he ran his hand through his hair, "-I'm sorry, I was just trying to lighten up the mood but I didn't know it would make you angrier. I'm sorry princess."

That was so sweet. Helena thought. Like honey. Helena had had her back facing towards Cato, but be could still feel the smile that crept onto her face. Feeling the grasp loosen, Helena turned around to see that Cato was already perched on the window sill, ready to jump.

"I'll teach you how to fly sometime." And with a thunderous clap, Cato had sprung high into the air.

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Helena's combat boots laced up to mid calf and thudded down the corridors, "Do you guys always wear black in combat?" She was sporting a pair of black skinny jeans that had surprisingly stretchy and a black v neck thermo that laced in the front.

Cassia had thrown a leather jacket at Helena, "Of course, it's our clan colour."

Helena slid her jacket on, officially feeling 100% badass, "So...you ever thought about what you want to pursue as a carrier when you're older?"

It has seemed like Cassia didn't even need for think about the answer, "A herbalist, that's what my Mom was." Agony washed across Cassia's face as if she was reminiscing a moment from the past. Helena placed her hand on her shoulder, trying to sympathize.

A teat ran down Cassia's cheek, "My mom risked her life to save my brother when he was four," the two of then had stopped in their tracks, "-he came down with an incurable disease. She was so devoted in finding a cure. Then one day, we found her body collapsed in her bedroom with a cure in hand."

Helena took Cassia into her embrace, "it's alright, everything is going to be better. You'll be better." As if Helena had magically touched her heart, Cassia stopped crying and had a bright smile on her face.

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Cato stood on the other side of the crowd while Mr Helos stood in the gladiator ring.  His eyes solely trained on Helena.  He had to admit that she was by far the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Mr Helos' voice has broken his stare, "Cato, spar."  Cato's gaze followed Mr Helos'.   Smirking, he found the same girl he was staring at a moment ago.  Helena was trying to persuade her way out, "But this is my first day!  You can't expect me to even know how to fight!"

"Aw princess, every Demi is born ready to fight and besides, I'll go easy on you." Cato had planned to let Helena take out whatever she's got on himself, besides, it was partially his fault that she had been so angry. But Helena didn't take his offering. "Well...if you put it that way," she pretended to think, "-don't bother going easy."

"Well if that's-oomph." Helena charged straight at him, knocking him onto the ground. The crowd cheered in pure entertainment. Turning his attention back to the fierce Helena, Cato swiftly caught the reasonably strong punch that she had thrown to his nose, "Tut, tut, tut Helena, the nose is off limits."

Helena scowled, her expression scrunched in a cute manner. Cato chuckled, "This," he nodded his head towards her face, "-is your angry look?"

Cato knew then, he had pushed too far as Helena's eyes darkened five shades.  They were almost black.  Instead of strangling him, Helena raised her right leg and forcefully kneed his torso.  If  that wasn't enough, Helena pounced onto him even more, clasping both her tiny little Barbie hands onto his neck.

"You," Tighten.  "Are."  Choke.  "Super."  Bang.  "Fricken."   Squeeze.  "Emotionless."   Cato's breathing had turned into mere chokes.  Surrendering his defeat, he tapped desperately on Helena's thighs.

Cato stood on both feet, panting for air, "I say," breathing deeply as he pointed at Helena, "-that was pretty impressive for a beginner."  He sent Helena a pleading look, "You weren't sent here to kill me right?"  A flash of guilt wiped across Helena's face.   She mouthed 'sorry' as the two of them climbed down the stairs of the ring.

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Cassia's mouth hung open, "You pinned him?  He's never EVER been pinned before!  He's like the best at school!  No one has ever bet him!" 
Laughing, Helena shook her head at her best friend, "He was probably letting me win, but I do feel bad about almost strangling him death."

"Oh, don't worry,"  Cassia skipped out of the dorm, "We Demi don't die easily, plus, we heal fast." Cassia checked her watch, "Hey, do you have anywhere to go because I'm really sorry, I have a herbalist course in ten minutes."

Helena felt a little lost at the thought if not having Cassia guiding her around the institution. "Actually..." An idea struck her, "-I'll go ask Cato if he'll teach how to fly." Helena indicated to the dorm next to theirs. Cassia seemed to have eased in the worried expression, "Hope you guys have fun, I'll see you dinner!"

Helena positioned herself in front of Cato's door, ready to knock but instead, stood there blank with her right hand in the air balled into a fist. The door swung open and revealed a boy with dark hair like Cato's but his build was a lot less broader. The boy shared the same lightening bolt eyes but his had not changed color.

Helena felt her cheeks redden when she realized he was shirtless, "Um," she cleared her throat, "-is Cato here?" The boy leaned his arm on the door frame with an arrogant smirk, "Of course." He turned his head, "Oh, step-brother! Your little friend is here!"

"Hi," his eyes gleamed, "the names Lucius."