The Greek Pact

In the time of the ancient Greeks, the rule of gods and goddesses was undoubted, but as time has gone on, the more the unearthly rulers and their epic abilities seem to be legends. In the age of modern technology and science, realism is preferred widely over mysticism. Yet the gods and goddess are real, and as the people of the world lose faith in their existence, their power starts to dwindle.


To save himself and his fellow gods from being forgotten completely, Zeus, the king of Olympus, enlists the help of a very select group of demigods. These demigods, called the Protectorate of the Divine, were chosen to reinstate the reign of the Greek gods. A majority of demigods will never find a place on the Protectorate, and young Arian Delatorre, daughter of Hecate- goddess of magic, witchcraft, ghosts, and the undead- has been told again and again she could never be a Protector.


Ari despises the haughty Protectorate and sees no reason why they should be superior to the rest of her kind. When she is forced to team up with the Protectorate and a ragtag group of your "average" demigods, saving their celestial parents from becoming nothing but a dream becomes the least of their problems.


The Greek Pack-- Book One-- A Protectorate of the Divine (POD) novel

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4. Chapter Three

"Uh, Indy?" I gazed at the clearing with an uncertain look, "This was not what I thought you mean when you said you had a surprise for me..." An obstacle course.

"I never said you'd like the surprise," he snickered, twirling a stopwatch around his finger, "How else are we supposed to test ourselves?" I reached for the sword sheathed at my side, spinning it around with a flick of my wrist.

"All those hour and hours of practice were leading up to this?" I was unimpressed by looks of it- hurdles, targets, a crawl space, and a climbing wall all combined. Nothing stood out as seeming difficult.

Indy shrugged, "Then you won't mind going first?"

"Psh, gladly." I leaned my sword against my leg and tied up my long dark hair messily, "Bring it." I set myself, holding my weapon readily in my hand.

"On your mark..." Indy started, "Get set..."

"I am set stupid," I rolled my eyes at him, waiting for my cue to start.

"Yeah, whatever, Ari," he readied his finger over the button on the stopwatch, "Go!" I sprung from my crouched position, sprinting toward the crawl space and diving down. As I started under the first wire, I heard a crackle above my head and started to turn my head. "Ari, don't!" Indy's voice ran out in a panic as the smell of singed hair filled the air.

"What did you do?" I growled, pressing nearer to the ground and continuing to crawl.

"I may have gotten a bit of help from some Hephaestus kids... They were really excited about it," I could hear a twinge of remorse in his voice, "Sorry..."

"I am going to kill you once I finish this thing!" I snapped, finally escaping from the electric wired death trap Indy let me willing head into. A metal arrow whooshed past my head, burying itself into the dirt. I flipped my head toward the trees where it came from and grit my teeth, "You booby trapped the trees! Are you trying to kill me?"

"It's a test- I-" Indy decided on silence as I pressed forward, blocking flying arrows away with my sword as I approached a set of targets. As I stabbed at one, it suddenly flew to the side. Of course. With every move I made, it moved as well, twisting and flying out of my reach. I could feel my shoulders tense up with frustration. Why couldn't I hit the stupid bull's eye? I felt a familiar heat flicker around my fingers, and glanced down to see my fingers cloaked in a faint purple glow. I squinted at the target, a soft smirk crossing my lips as I flung my arm out toward it, scorching the entire thing, which crumpled to the ground. I whipped around, adrenaline coursing through my veins, and with a flick of my wrist, tossed my sword at the second target and watched as it sunk in to the hilt before hitting the ground. I retrieved my sword, leaping over a set of hurdles that became covered in flames as I came close.

Finally, I'd made it to the last obstacle: the climbing wall. The thing towered above me, and my heart clenched. I grabbed on to the first handholds reluctantly and started up. Everything was going smoothly until both my foot supports and one of my handholds pulled out, leaving me dangling in the air by one hand. I fumbled for my sword in its sheath, reaching up and jabbing it into the wall to use as support. I yanked myself up, barely able to reach the next handholds and continued. I was nearly at the top when jets of intense wind and water pelted me, making the wall slippery and me, unstable. I clung to the wall for dear life, shivering as the cold water dripped from my clothes, sending an aching cold into my bones. My teeth chattered as I grappled over the top of the wall and dropped into the net just below. Slowly, I was lowered to the ground, completely soaked from head to toe and covered in muck and grime. "Indigo!" I hollered, "You lousy, no good-"

"How did you do that?" Indy appeared from the other side of the course, an awed looked gracing his face.

"Thanks for the optimism, Indy," I hissed, stalking away to get my sword from the wall.

"No, no, wait!" he called after me as I ripped my weapon out and sheathed it, "I wasn't talking about that." I tossed my head to the side and caught him staring at my hands.

I nervously put them behind my back and gazed up at him, "Oh... that."

"Yeah, that," Indy shook his head in annoyance, "Since when can you do that?"

"Uh-" I scrunched up my nose, doing the math in my head, "Two years ago?"

"And you didn't tell me you could shoot balls of light from your hands! C'mon, Ari, that's like a dream of mine!" His scolding was light, which made me feel a bit better about not telling him sooner.

"Well, it's not like I can really control them anyway. All I know is that they flare up when I get emotional..." Indy's mouth made an 'O' shape, and he nodded, "I should have told you that I had help making it." He looked at my hair, examining the piece his wire box of evil had burnt. "You can't even tell," he smiled at me, and I narrowed my eyes.

"You're s-still a j-jerk," I mumbled, rubbing my hands against my wet jacket, hoping that somehow the action might warm me up. My teeth were even starting to chatter.

"You don't look so hot, Ari," Indy frowned.

"W-well, I d-did just go through y-your obstacle course of d-death!" I snapped, but there wasn't any bite to it with all my stuttering.

"I didn't mean like that!" he let out an exasperated sigh, "We need to get you out of those clothes before you get hypothermia or something. Your lips are blue, Ari." I pressed my fingers to my lips and shivered. Indy yanked his sweatshirt up over his shoulders, his t-shirt going with it and revealing a sliver of skin.

"Wha-what are you d-doing?" I asked, pressing my arms tight against my chest.

"Take off the jacket and the shirt."

"Excuse me?" I shook my head, "I d-don't t-think so..."

"Gods, Ari, you're shaking! I can see it! Don't be so stubborn and just take off the jacket and shirt. I'm not going to look, okay?" I rubbed my arms awkwardly before taking the sweatshirt that Indy extended to me. He faced away from me, looking off into the distance as I stripped off my waterlogged clothing and pulled Indy's baggy sweatshirt over my head, flattening it against my body. It was so soft and warm, and I instantly felt more comfortable.

"Thanks, Indy," I said softly, and he peeked over his shoulder.

"Guess that means you're done?" I nodded, wringing some water out of my hair. My pants were still damp, but I wasn't quivering anymore. "Better?" he asked, coming to stand beside me.

"Much," I tucked my hands deep into the pockets of the jacket and watched as Indy's face brightened.

"Good! That's good," he smiled at me, but it didn't meet his eyes.

"Indy," I frowned, "It's not your fault that the obstacle course was a bit... much."

"I guess you're right," he said, but he didn't believe it. He didn't meet my eyes as we walked back to the beginning.

"Is it your turn now?" I chuckled, and he raised an accusing eyebrow at me.

"Maybe I'd give it a go if you hadn't completely destroyed the course..." I looked behind me at the burnt and slashed-up course.

"How did I do anyway?" I asked, "Did I past the 'test?'"

Indy's eyes looked like saucers as he grabbed at the watch hanging from his wrist and groaned, "I forgot to stop the timer!"

"So I did all that for nothing!?"

"Not for nothing..." Indy insisted, "You proved we're ready to move on to the next step in my plan."

"Which is?" I glared at him, "I think I deserve to know something about what you're planning. Especially after that." I gesture at the torture device behind me.

"It's another surprise," he smirked, waving for me to follow.

"I'm getting really sick of you and your surprises, Indy," I muttered, huffing as I wandered cluelessly after my possibly sociopathic best friend.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Indy dropped me off at home and chatted with my dad for a brief moment before heading on his way. As soon as I stepped foot in my house, I headed to my bedroom and changed my clothing all except for Indy's sweatshirt, which was too cozy for me to part with. I towel-dried my hair and found my dad working with some kindling in the fireplace. "Did Indy leave already?" I asked, parking myself on the little brick stair in front of our fireplace.

Dad nodded, "He said he had a project to work on and asked me to tell you he'd be by again tomorrow."

"Oh, okay," I rubbed my hands together, watching as fire flickered and caught the tiny piece of paper. "I could make some hot cocoa?" I offered.

Dad stole a glance at me as he stood, "Sounds nice, Ari, and it looks like you could use some."

I pressed my lips together to hold back a chuckle, "Yeah, I think I could." When I came back into the room, I carried two cups brimming full of hot chocolate and topped with a mountain of whipped cream. I like to think I make a pretty awesome cup of hot chocolate. My secret, you ask? A splash of peppermint coffee creamer. Perfection.

"Is that yours? I don't think I've seen it before," Dad squinted his eyes at the sweatshirt as he wrapped his hands around the mug.

"No... It's Indy's..." My face warned him not to assume what I knew he was thinking.

"Oh," he nodded simply, taking a long sip from his mug and getting a fluffy white whipped cream 'stache.

"You look ridiculous!" I bent over in a fit of laughter, giggling until it felt like I couldn't breathe.

Dad wiped the moustache away with his arm, shaking his head lightly, "It's good to see you smile, Ari. You've been down lately."

"I'm fine, Dad. Really," I insisted, "You don't need to worry..."

"I can't help it," he sighed, tucking my long dark hair behind my ear and wrapping me in a tight hug, "I love you, Arian, and I want you to be happy."

I nuzzled my face against my dad's shoulder, whispering lightly in his ear, "I love you too, Dad." I know Dad felt bad that he was a single parent, felt that his daughter should have a motherly figure, but my dad was so kind and cared so much. I couldn't ask for a better parent than him. "And Dad..." I waited for him to face me before continuing, "I am happy. I promise."

"Good, sweetheart," he gave my hand a tight little squeeze, "I'm glad."

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