Altheia (Rogue's POV)

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Dear Diary: August 5, 2014

Atlantis, a long time ago:

I was humming as I walked through my city on my way to the shoreline. I always loved waiting for the boats to come in. The biggest boat had just come ashore and I smiled as I heard the captain of it start yelling about mooring lines and such. I never understood any of it. I just watched him. Him. Tall, dark, and handsome was an understatement. I was already as tall as I was going to get. He was the 2nd commander of this fleet and within striking distance of making it to number one. He was only 32 years old. I was 30.

When he saw me, his face lit up and he jumped off the vessel and landed on the sand. I blushed and looked down as this handsome sailor walked very slowly up to me. I couldn't believe we were to be married within a few short months. He made the God Adonis look plain meanwhile, here I was just some girl born into a magnificent world with this handsome God like man totally enamored with me. Just as he reached me, he pulled up my chin to look into his eyes. His long black hair was hanging loose around his face. Then ever so lightly, he kissed me on the lips.

I closed my eyes and inhaled the deep scent of him. He smelled like the ocean, heavenly and breezy. One would think that he was a child of Poseidon himself. We stood there on that beach, kissing lightly as his sailors walked by us and whistled lightly. I broke off the kiss, blushing deeply and he brushed them off as we embraced. Just as I was leaning toward him for possibly another soft kiss, I heard my name being called. It was Altheia. Time to go see what she wanted.

Altheia was a Watcher. In fact she was the Queen of the Watchers and I was yet to be chosen if I ever was but because of my status in society, sooner or later I would be, everyone figured. Though nobody knew the catalyst of how that process went. The Gods decided and that was that. I still had things to learn. So I gave him a small kiss on the cheek and squared my shoulders as I walked toward where Altheia was standing, her hands on her hips, waiting for me.

"There you are. I've been looking all over for you, Rogue. But then again I forgot that today the ships were back in town and Alexander was due home." She said with a pleasant yet cheeky smile. She loved teasing me about my love and knew full well I would turn the color of the red cherry blossoms that grew all around the outskirts of our city.

"Yes well.....you know......" I stammered out, not sure what to say.

"I certainly do. Now shall we get down to business?" She said as we came upon the temple of Athena. All of the Greek Gods we worshiped had temples in Atlantis.

"Yes of course, but why would you need me? I'm not an immortal Watcher, just some young girl about to be married." I questioned sensibly. Altheia laughed.

"Oh my dear girl, I wanted to share a secret with you. I'm not one either."

"What....what do you mean? You are a Watcher." I asked confused.

"Yes I am. But I'm not an immortal or invincible. Both are a choice when you become a Watcher. I have decided against it. I do not want to live forever nor be a block of unfeeling ice. That's a curse." She whispered that last part as I looked upon Athena's statue that was gazing back at us.

"But isn't that blasphemy? How can you protect humanity and not be invincible?" I whispered back shocked by this new revelation.

"Quite easily, my dear girl. You have a lot to learn; the powers of the Watchers are incomparable with any other species of the earth. Besides it helps when you get the bad guys to switch sides." She winked at me and then walked out of the temple.

I stood there for a long moment, just blinking furiously. As soon as my head cleared of the shock at her words, I ran after her. She was standing with a group of other--as I now assumed correctly--mortal Watchers. Just as I got there, out of breath because I took the hill's stairs two at a time, she turned to me and touched my head. Seeing all the questions swirling around in there she laughed as did the others. Than they looked at me like I was still a small child and not understanding the simple things.

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