In a dark castle lived a man. A dangerous man. A king, ruler, and overlord. He was feared by many. But he was alone. The empty living room accompanied his thoughts, with only paintings to talk to. For hundreds of year's this man has lived the same life. The only life. He goes by the name of Ares. Similar to the Greek god of destruction, but are his intentions just as true?
However, he is not always alone. His mother also lives in the castle. A bright and beautiful woman on the outside, but still a cruel and wicked woman on the inside. Her love was known for being cold. Yet no one really knows why. It could've been because of her dark past or maybe she's just born with it. All that is truly known is that she has become lonely just like her children. She sits in her chair full of sorrow as the memories of her husband flood her mind. It's part of her daily routine.
Present Day: Ares POV
"Mother!" I called. And once again I get no response. I let out a sigh. I look everywhere to find the cruel women that gave birth to me. Once I got into the living room I saw a dark figure on the couch. As I got closer I noticed it's my mother having the maids do her hair and makeup.
"Oh hello, sweetheart," she said. I just roll my eyes.
"I've been looking for you everywhere, what are you doing?" I asked her.
"Well I've been here getting ready silly"
"Yeah yeah, hurry up. We have to go"
"Do not catch an attitude."
"Whatever" I added
"I said drop the attitude!" she yells throwing a makeup brush at me.
"What the hell!" This woman is honestly crazy.
I managed to get out of the room before she ends up throwing her entire makeup collection at me. Honestly, sometimes I wish for a better mother or just no mother at all. I'd do a better job raising myself. She should have left with the rest of them.
Yes
My mother walks into the room interrupting my thoughts.
"Alright I am ready" she sings
"Yeah about time, let's go"
"I said drop the attitude" She yells and hits me.
"Alright alright."
She links her arm with mine and gives me a wicked smile. Any other mother would be fit, but of course, I am stuck with a crazy one.
3rd person POV:
On the other side of the town lives a girl. A beautiful girl. She is bright as day and smells like daisies. Her mere presence would bring a smile to anyone's face. clearly, she is loved by many. She goes by the name of Aadya. However, her life isn't as happy as it seems. Her parents are nowhere to be seen. Some say they are dead while others say they abandoned her. Aadya's grandmother has done all of the parenting.
1st person: Adaya
"Hello and welcome to Granny's Antique Shop" I exclaimed. " Are you looking for anything in particular?".
"No," The woman says " I am just looking around".
I send a bright smile and help out other customers. I believe each of these customers came here for a reason. They are looking for something they just don't know yet.
"Excuse me miss, do you have any more of these china plates," A man says "My wife loves these peculiar things".
"Oh, I have a few in the back. I will go get some for you" I give the man a warm smile.
I walk to the storage room seeing all the lovely items we have. Finally, I go to the plate section and I see my grandmother dusting the shelves.
"Granny! You aren't supposed to be up".
"Oh hush child." She laughs, "Let your grandmother have some fun".
"Fun? Granny your dusting shelves".
"This is the most fun I've had in weeks." She states.
I let out a chuckle and grab a few plates. Once I walked out of the storage room, my eyes land on the man whom wife loves (peculiar items).
"Here you go sir" I hand him the plate.
"Oh thank you, young lady. I am sure my wife will love these." He smiles. I walk to the counter. "How much do I have to pay you?''
"Well, normally these precious antiques are worth around $200. But for you, it will be $150."
As the man leaves with his plates for his wife, granny comes to the counter. "Aadya why did you pay the poor man $150 for a fake antique plate that normally cost $50!?"
"We are running low on money. No one but old people would want to buy these old items. Might as well make the prices high. They can't tell the difference"
A lady then comes by with a bright blue vase.
"Excuse me, miss. How much is this"
"Oh my, that is one beautiful vase," I responded. "It's one of a kind. I believe it retails for $500. But you seem like a nice lady. So for you, it will be $300."
"Wow! That's a good deal! I'll take it", the lady says excitedly.
I ring up the lady and smile at her while she walks away."
"Aadya." My grandmother shakes her head " We have about 10 of those vases in the back"
"Well, the customers don't have to know that."
"Oh, Aadya what will I do with you."
I kiss her on the cheek and continue to work.
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As I dust the shelves I notice a beautiful vanity seat.
"Huh, has this always been here," I say to myself.
I look into the mirror and see a silhouette of a man and a woman. I squint and rub my eyes. They suddenly disappear. Huh, I must be hallucinating. I turn around and continue dusting. Then I hear a crack noise. Turning to the mirror I see that it is all cracked.
"What the-"
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FantasiHe was somber and dismal. His thoughts were full of sorrow, as he is alone. Alone with no one but his tyrannical mother. Who's soul was darken by her wistful past. She was bright and Joyous, as her life was going just as she expected. Living with he...
