Divinity

"They will enter as two and leave as none."

Kai

I remember my first Coronation to Diana started in a school corridor, when everyone else was meant to be in class.

Matt and I, being the eleven year old rebels we were, had decided that Italian wasn't a language fundamental for my aspiring career in procrastination and mass ice cream consumption, and waged for the day.

We were tossing back and forth and egg, trying not to let it fall on the floor, and Matt's school bag was full of toilet paper.

"Do you think Melissa Gabriel likes me?" He asked, furrowing his brow as he caught the egg. It was speckled brown and oh, so close to spilling onto Matt's freshly dyed blue hair.

"Of course." I said, knowingly. "You're both stupid."

Melissa Gabriel was gorgeous, with waist long blonde hair and sparkling brown eyes, therefore, completely and utterly boneheaded. Personality didn't really matter when you were eleven years old.

"You're just jealous." He retorted, pegging the egg back at me a little too hard.

It hit me squarely in the chest, my white blouse drenched in its yellow yolk. "Matt!" I complained, cleaning it off with my fingers.

"Kai..." His voice carried a note a fear. When I looked up to him, his face was pale. A stark contrast to his black mane.

I followed his gaze up to ceiling, where a glittering, silver ball hung. It looked like a star, a star the size of an orange and that didn't burn at the touch. "What is that?" He reached up to touch it, recoiling immediately. Wisps of smoke rose from his fingers.

It was like a glimpse of the gods.

Lustrous and incandescent, with and irridiances that could parallel even the Sun's gleam.

It was the Magic.

A piece of the God's essence.

It ties certain mortals to them, making us Divine.

The Divine, often dubbed for children of the Gods, aren't quite so. Otherwise, deities like Diana or Minerva wouldn't exist.

No -the Divine are part God. And the Magic gives us the power to save or raze.

Usually the latter.

"The Magic." I gasp.

Matt peered at me, attentively. "Is it yours?"

I stare at it, reaching up to the ball. It melts between my fingers like mist and reforms under my palm. The Magic followed the movement of my twisting hands, melting into my skin.

It felt... Incredible. The Magic rushed through my veins. I could feel it taking over skin, blessing me with its power. My eyes began to glow. A warm rush of air filled through the room. My breath hitched and my heart pounded faster than it ever had. The air around my danced with a rigour that could send a man to war. Power coursed through me, mixed with adrenaline and ecstasy.

"Kai!" Matt's voice was incredulous and drenched in awe. "You're Divine!"

I rip up blades of grass absentmindedly.

"Kai, you okay?" Someone asks me above.

I look up to the Son of Apollo. Mike was the embodiment of a tan Aussie beach boy from Bondi. He had a gorgeous body, sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes and sparkling white teeth. He was bouncing a basketball up and down.

"Fine! Just tired." I say, yawning to prove my point.

He cracks a smile and sits down beside me. Too close. He flicks the end of my braid out of my face. "You must be so sick of this already? Staying up late, parading with some stranger."