Millie
~12A~
I lived away from everyone else. Everyone had just gone into the Iron Age and out of the Bronze Age. But I lived away from all that. Because I was scared of what I could do and what I would cause for others. I was beautiful. Unlike anyone else, my face was flawless. There were no spots or puss like everyone else, even handsome suitors. It was as if imperfection and age couldn't touch me. It frightened me because; even married men threw themselves upon me. So I ran. I lived in a cave, but many people in my time did.I wasn't just pretty face.I thought as I unsheathed my iron knife, a rare weapon at this stage of life.I'm not worthless.I thought as I opened my prey to eat. I heard a rustle in the bushes and turned, my knife at the ready.
"Peace sister." A voice echoed off the cave. No one was there. I continued to spin around the cave searching for the voice. Then pink petals from a lotus peeking out of the boulder flew in the wind and formed a woman body. Like me she seemed flawless. "I bring a message from my Mistress. Do not be afraid. My name is Olivia."
"Like a flower." I mumble. "Who is your Mistress?"
Olivia's petal eyes seemed to be studying my blade. "Not an acceptable blade for one who is my sibling." The petals from her fingertips swirled around my dagger. The blade became a color I had never seen before. It shone in the dull light, the leather sheaf became encrusted with red jewels almost as if by magic and at the end of the grip was a pink jewel and a delicate pattern encrusted on the blade.
"What element is that?" I asked curiously, while examining the dagger carefully, scared by its mere aura.
"Gold."
"Gold?" I asked/repeated. I couldn't believe such a precious metal was in my possession. "Who are you Olivia? Who am I? How are you doing that?"
Olivia looked like she was smiling. "A gift, sister, from my Mistress. We are special, sister, we are the daughters of a goddess. Aphrodite, the goddess of love."
"But that's impossible. I can't be the child of a goddess!"
"No? Are you not beautiful? Do not both men and women throw themselves upon you? Do people no answer your every wish by just a whisper of your voice?' Olivia retorted.
No words escaped my mouth, because I knew everything my sister said was true. Once my father had insisted on marriage and with a simple 'nay' he agreed without a second thought. The wedding was cancelled.
Another thing that scared me.
"Who is your Mistress?"
Olivia smiled. "Come and find out, sister, you can join us. You're so powerful. There's a great, big world out there. Just waiting for you. You will be immortal. Your beauty and youth will never leave you. You'll see the future filled with amazements of music, dancing and love. With my Mistress she will protect you. You'll never be alone. You won't even feel different."
I smiled at my sister. It sounded like everything I ever wanted, but something held me back. "But I am useless. I can't handle a simple knife."
"Yes you can. Everyone thinks they are but nothing before they join our family. You will be hand taught by Lucillia. She chose you herself, she believes in you. And as for being useless..."
She grabbed my hands. I could tell she was trying to be urgent and influencing but her touch was delicate and velvet-like.
"Look into your soul, sister. Feel that power course through your veins."
I did what she told me and when I closed my eyes, I saw darkness with a single burning lilac flame. I opened my eyes and felt the power in my blood.
Olivia's petals went to my fire-pit full with ash. The petals levitated my two sparking rocks. They repeatedly flicked against each other only creating minimal sparks.
Sparks... Flames
I concentrated on the sparks.
Grow
The sparks flickered to a live flame...
~2012~
Present day
I remembered the impression Lucillia had made that day. She had been nothing I had expected. Back then I had always been the most beautiful, and when I saw Lucillia... I was truly entranced. And she had kept me safe when my sister had died shortly after, her blood in the silver chalice.
I missed her.
.. Just as I now missed Lucillia. How she had died for us all. How she bravely given us her power. Lucillia's first impressions made you trust her with your soul and life. The minute I saw her I loved her. She had told me I was special...
I had the Aphrodite's Flame...
Whoo! First chapter done!
