Olympus, magic, love, friendship, a harrowing adventure, stolen objects, swords that can swear and the vial of blood.
What more could you want?
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WARNING: LONG CHAPTER AHEAD (but I assure you it's pretty important and interesting, so cheer up!) ❤❤❤
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“You think I enjoy staying in my grand room whole day long like that? Know what? I feel bored to death and feel like slicing up your head with one big swap of my father’s sword for asking such a silly question,” I threatened, glaring at Flora as Aaron kicked a pebble out of his way.
“I didn’t ask any silly thing”, Flora shook her head, “I mean, look at you! Talking to all those flowers in your garden, reading those books about distant lands instead of soiling your hands like me, getting to meet those handsome princes…!”
I sighed.
“I’d rather be in your shoes Flora, and even you get to meet those “handsome” people,” I air quoted nonchalantly, “Honestly, I don’t know why you consider white teeth that speak only of chivalric stories that no one asked for, and hair that seems to be glued to the forehead 24 into 7, handsome…”
Flora rolled her eyes. “You know that’s not true…the Prince of Neaden was absolutely charming--”
“Oh-oh!” Ana interjected excitedly, “Don’t forget the royal heir of Thumba. Gosh! His dimples totally swiveled my heart!” she smiled dreamily.
Flora grinned, “Yea, and--”
“AHEM!” this time, Aaron interrupted her, “I’m sorry guys, but I totally agree with Amber.” I glanced at him, raising my brow. For one thing that I knew, he rarely agreed with anyone but his stupid self.
“Yes, I honestly don’t know why you two are swooning over those lame jokes…is this some sort of a sarcasm going on here? Because, if you're talking about the most handsome, swoon-worthy, breath-taking prince out there, he’s standing right…here,” saying so, he splayed his arms across his chest, beaming.
The three of us sighed unanimously. Of course.
“That should be the most egoistic, conceited and narcissistic prince out there…” Marianna mumbled, waving him off.
He narrowed his eyes at her, a slow smile making it's way up his lips. Within seconds, a sudden swirl of wind swept Ana off her feet and crashed her right into the violet peach tree standing a few feet away. A few ripe peaches bumped on her head, cracked on her shoulder and rolled away on the ground, leaving a trail of oozy pulp behind.
“Aaron!” she shrieked, throwing one of the fallen fruits at him, which he marvelously caught with just a flick of his wrist.
We burst out laughing, as Aaron jogged off to help her up. “That goes for calling me a conceited narcissist.” Rolling her eyes, she got up, dusting off the dirt and peach juice from her dress. He waited and made her turn around, tapping a few joints here and there to ensure that the crash hadn't hurt her in any way. The Griffons were good medics in general.
