Divinity

The power we had could easily change this world.

Alexis 

The first thing you realize about humans is that they're accident prone. 

   Seriously accident prone. 

   “RII-II-P!” I hear the lush sound of tearing silk before I see it. I feel a deep sigh well up in my throat as I turn to Lovisha, my newest serving girl. Purely human, of course, and was therefore going to make mistakes. This didn’t mean I had to like it. Or her. Or her species.  

   I keep the sigh down and hold onto my divine superiority.  

   “Lovisha." Strange name. "You know that this is Egyptian imported silk, right? And you know how hard it is to trade with the Egyptians these days, don’t you?” I narrow my eyes at her, but I already feel my momentary anger slipping away as I bunch the shimmering fabric in my hand, plus the anger just didn’t sound serious in my high, tinkling voice. It just wasn’t me; it just wasn’t Alexis, to be mad. My little outburst did the job, though, and Lovisha was staring up at me with the special mix of fear and admiration that humans usually got when looking at me, or any of Aphrodite’s descendants.  

   The admiration was easy to understand; we were all beautiful, all of us with Divinity coursing through our blood. The fear was the deep rooted instinct humans had not to cross us because, well, we were dangerous. More dangerous than I would have liked. The power that we had could easily change this world, and we were all constantly reigning in tantrums that could possibly destroy Reme, or even the planet. Lovisha started stuttering again, so I turn my attention towards her. 

   “Do... do you... do you want me to start again, Alexis- Lady Rose?” Her dull grey muddled with brown eyes were alight with fear and I hear her words catch in her throat, and her eyes so huge that it hurt to even look at her.  

   “No, Lovisha, it’s fine. Scrap it.” I wave a dismissal hand in her direction, and walk out of the chamber while Lovisha, sighing an extremely audible (to me, anyway) sigh, and gathered up the ruined, expensive golden silk. 

   As I walk out of the chamber with light, dancing steps (or as my distant relative, Sapphire, says, “my floating steps.”) I see my best friend in the world, Luke, walk out of room down the hall.  

   Smiling, he walks towards me, his feet gliding across the blue marble tiles, and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “Hey Al.” He grins at my grimace at the stupid nickname he had dubbed me with.  

   Al?  

   For a daughter of Aphrodite? I think not. Maybe Ally, or Lexi or... 

   “How was your fitting?” Luke asks.  

   “Awful.” I moan, and he gives me a sympathetic smile. 

   Like me, he was a descendant of an immortal Greek, but he was one of the great, great, great grandsons of Hercules. He was also getting ready for the Divine Coronation, a huge sort of crowning that branded us as Divine and gave us responsibilities and lots of stupid stuff adults expect you to want when you, ‘come of age’ but in truth you just want to stay what you already are, a happy carefree kid who doesn’t hold dominance over one of the hugest powers in the world. 

I don't obsess about it much. 

   As we stepped into a courtyard together, the looks and whispers that forever followed me around start up. People, males in particular, were watching my every move. Luke noticed too, and tightens his arm around me. 

   It was a sad truth; daughters of Aphrodite were, to make it simple, stunning. But me, I was a whole new category. Golden blonde hair, emerald green eyes that seemed to glow, sun bronzed skin, a perfect face and a body to die for were all gifts given to me by my ancestors. If you were more like the original, you were going to be a better god so my beauty gave me a whole new advantage. I wasn’t sure what to think; of course, I was just happy to think that I was the most beautiful almost-goddess to ever be (which many people, god and human alike, had told me) but it seemed a huge burden sometimes. But when Luke was around, I felt like he held some of that burden for me. Steering me away from the gaping human crowds, Luke shot me a devilish smile.  

   “Ready to become Aphrodite?” He pretends to fan tears from him eyes as he asks the impossible question, managing to tussle his nice, dark blonde mop of un-brushed hair in the process. “It’s, like, so scary!”  

   We laugh together, my voice containing the fact that, yes, it was actually very scary, and the moment was sweet. Suddenly, just like the crowds of people, Luke was staring at me with a very serious expression.  But then his arms were too hot and too heavy around my shoulders and I began to feel growing tension. I always felt this way when my friendship with Luke teetered on the borderline of romance which I certainly, certainly, didn’t want. Luke was the only person I could truly confide in (other than one other, who didn’t really give me a chance and, of course, Sapphire) and I did not want to stuff that up with romance. Anyway, I already had a “one in particular,” who, depressingly, hadn’t seemed to notice me in that way yet. But, like anything, that could change. As I looked at Luke’s warm brown eyes, which were looking at me from sideways, I knew this was definitely something I couldn’t wreck. So I slip out from underneath his arm, trying my best to smile like I was joking, and I link my arm with his as we walk towards the sun and desperately hope that I have the strength to not ruin this. 

   I hadn't had much luck so far.