Maybe Meant to Be

Hero-that was what everyone called her.

The girl who saved Olympus, the daughter of Poseidon who defeated Kronos, battled giants, survived Tartarus, and defied the odds time and time again. The demigod who rejected godhood not once, but twice, choosing to remain mortal despite all the power she could wield.

But Hero didn't mean invincible.

And Everyone left her, betrayed her over false accusations, thrown aside by the very people she had once fought for, placed her life on the line for in order to protect.

Later, she became High Commander-leader of the prestigious ranks of Seraphis' Military.

She was the supreme body of authority bellow Chaos.

Was.

The title of High Commander had been empty until Chaos had granted it to her, it was a symbol of power, she was a symbol of power. Seraphis' ranks had flourished under her leadership, but it was never enough to erase the weight of her past.

To her soldiers, she was their unshakable leader who had the primordial Lord Chaos standing as her backing and to the citizens, she was the beacon of hope that the universe could still be saved from utter destruction. Yet, despite the praise and unwavering loyalty from her ranks, no one truly knew her. No one knew the pain she bore, the scars hidden beneath the armour of command, nor the endless battles she waged within herself, the countless sleepless nights haunted by nightmares and the shadow of a young girl who had been hailed a hero.

To them, she was Tempest-powerful, imposing and untouchable.

Until that night where everything had changed.