Olympian Blood

Chapter 29

Artemis

"Hey Art, do you think I'll ever find my mate?" I heard Athena ask from beside me.

We were both walking together to the hospital wing. I was going to do my daily lessons with Mrs.Mary and strangely enough, my baby sister offered to accompany me.

"What kind of question is that Athena?" I asked giving her a confused look.

"The kind of question I'm asking, just answer it!" Athena said with a slight blush on her cheeks.

I sighed.

"Even though I would prefer you to always stay my impressionable little sister...yes I have no doubt in my being that you with find your mate someday," I said looking down at her.

"And if I don't then what? I mean I don't get along with people very much, I'm unapproachable, my personality is shit, and I'm basically messed up in the head." Athena ranted. 

No one ever sees this side of Athena, she always puts up her tough girl act to compensate for all the emotions she's feeling when really she's just a shy girl hoping for someone to notice her.

I could understand why she chose to ask me this instead of Apollo; this was about boys and love. I know I'm the last person that should be giving advice about this but he would go full-on Papa bear on her.

Now I will admit Apollo is great at giving advice but he's still very protective of her. He would tell her that she's beautiful inside and out, that when she found her mate he would be 6 feet under if he failed to realize that. He would then go into a list of threats and things her mate had to do for him to give his blessing for him to be even near her.

He would give her brotherly advice that would be said to mostly calm down his nerves of her having a mate and growing up rather than calming her own.

No, right now she needed sisterly advice. Something only a few words could summarize and be meaningful to her. With some teasing of course.

Apollo acts more like a father to Athena than a brother. He was protective and that was understandable.

I stopped in my tracks causing Athena to stop in front of me.

She turned around and gave me a questioning look.

Athena was beautiful. She was our glimmer of hope. Our sunshine and our flame.

I remember when she was a child she was so small and fragile. When she turned 5 she started awakening her powers as an Empath. She couldn't control them so she fell ill a lot due to all the emotions and pain she would feel from the people around her. I would stay by her side and try and ease her pain but it was hard healing the mind. All I could do was cool down the fevers and hold her hand through it all.

Sometimes she would lash out on me with such hatred in her voice but sorrow in her eyes. Telling me that she hated me and not to touch her. During those times I had to remind myself that that rage didn't belong to her it was just our mother's hatred for me.

Once Athena would snap out of it she would cry in my arms and continue to mumble apologies explaining that it wasn't her and that she loved me.

One night after experiencing one of the more brutal beatings from my mother I joined Athena in her room. She was only 8 now and had gotten a better handle on her powers and so had I. I was now 11 and while the beatings only got worse I couldn't risk Athena feeling my pain, she didn't deserve that. So I made a type of healing cloak that blocked her from feeling my pain. Too bad it didn't work on Apollo. He was still able to feel my pain, I wouldn't learn how to numb our connection until a few years later.