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


3. Chapter Two

Even when we'd arrived home, Indy still couldn't seem to let what happened at the ceremony go. "That whole thing was rigged!" he seethed as we walked aimlessly down the road, kicking pebbles and loose rubble that lay in our path.

"I'm sorry you're disappointed, Indy. But really, what were you expecting? Them to give a spot on the Protectorate to some nobody with a minor god as a parent? We were screwed from the start." I hated being the voice of reason, and I definitely didn't want to hurt Indy, but the outcome was exactly as I had suspected it would be. As always, people like him... people like me, were tossed away like useless garbage cluttering up their perfect hierarchical society.

"They're not any better than us, Ari. They're not! But somehow, the gods don't see that. They care about themselves more than they care about us..." I could feel an Indy rant coming on, and normally, that was the point where I'd tune out from reality, but as much as I didn't want to get into it, I had to do the right thing.

"I'm not arguing. I agree with you one hundred percent, but-" I aimed my foot at a crumpled soda can, swinging and sending it flying through the air, "But I just don't see the point in hanging on it. There's nothing we can do about it but get over it. They aren't going to change. When you've done the same thing for thousands of years, you tend to get set in your ways..." Indy muttered something under his breath and walked ahead of me, then stopped abruptly and spun to face me.

He grabbed tightly to my arms and stared intensely into my eyes, "But what if we can change that?"

I shrugged him off, pressing forward with a soft shake of my head, "Yeah right. There's as much a chance of that happening as of Nike losing."

"What if I told you I had a plan?" he called after me, sparking my interest.

I faced him, leaning against a light pole with a testy look, "What type of plan?"

"A crazy but utterly brilliant one," he smirked, begging me to listen with a sad big-eyed stare, "Trust me, Ari. When have I ever led you wrong?"

I let out a huff of air and tilted my head to the side, "I guess you're in luck. Can't say no to a brilliant plan..." I nudged his shoulder roughly as we started walking yet again, "Or to a particularly pouty best friend."

"You're the worst," he groaned, but the amused twist of his lips gave him away.

"I know," I chuckled, "So what's step one to this plan of yours?"

"Training," Indy winked at me, "and lots of it." I narrowed my eyes and sighed. We trained almost every day as it was. What more did Indy want from me?

"Can we just skip to step two?" I batted my eyes hopefully, twining my hands together, "Pretty please, Indy."

"You know I don't fall for that anymore," he laughed, stopping outside the door to his house, "Tell your dad I said 'hi' when you get home."

"Trying to butter up my old man, Indy?" I joked, "He already loves you."

"Me?" he shook his head, waving as he opened his door, "I wouldn't do that."

"Sure you wouldn't... Bye, Indy," I wiggled my fingers and moved further down the road. The street was a dead end, and I lived in the last house there. A crowd of people had gathered outside the house across the street, Gideon standing comfortably in the center as if he were born to in the spotlight, so at home and relaxed. Family and some neighbors were probably congratulating him on his appointment to the Protectorate, and he was basking in the glory. I scoffed at the thought- Gideon Perry, a Protector. I lowered my head as I passed by, only raising it once I'd made it to my front porch. I peered over my shoulder, my gaze falling on Gid and staying on him for a moment too long. His maple eyes aligned with my light blue ones, but I still didn't look away. I stood in front of my house staring right back. He squinted his eyes and quirked his head at me, the gears grinding as he tried to figure out where he'd seen me. When his eyebrow raised and his lips curled into a smile, I knew he'd remembered and took it as an invitation to approach me. I should have left when I still had the chance.

"Hey, you're the girl I bumped into earlier, huh?" he leaned against the fence outside my house.

"Yeah, I am. Bravo," my tone lacked the humor found in his, "but unless you're here to apologize, I have much less painful ways to waste time."

"Ouch," he pressed a hand to his chest, feigning a look of pain, and frowned, "That one really hurt." Of course, he was going to be arrogant. He was a son of Apollo after all.

I crossed my arms let out an exasperated groan, "And still no apology. You know what, that's fine. Congratulations on the Protectorate, Gideon. I hope that being a part of it will improve your manners, or lack thereof. Goodnight." With my peace made, I cocked my head to the side at Gid's deep scowl and headed inside, slamming my front door with the hope that he got the message.

"Arian? Is that you?" my dad appeared from the living room, his reading glasses set on the brim of his nose, "Home so soon?" I spotted his laptop propped open on the coffee table.

"Mhm," I murmured softly, "Were you writing?" I asked as I walked toward the couch.

Dad nodded following me into the room, "Trying to at least."

"Can I read it?"

He sighed and shook his head 'no,' "I told you, Ari. It's not ready." He shut the computer and patted the couch for me to come sit with him. My dad was a writer, mostly fantasy though I don't really know what he considered fantasy considering his daughter was the child of a Greek goddess. His stories fell into what the public considered "fantasy." He and I knew better. "How was the ceremony?" Dad caught my grimace. "That bad? What happened?"

"Exactly what I'd told you would happen. Legacy is everything to the gods, Dad."

"Not all of them, Ari..." I frowned knowing that he was thinking about my mom. I'd never met her, but I knew she was really special to Dad. Hecate was mysterious and elusive, which made it hard to hunt her down. Most demigods never officially met their godly parent; few were that lucky. "I wish you could meet her."

"Maybe one day," I smiled at him despite the lie that slipped from my lips. Chances were I'd never meet her, and I'd just have to be okay with that, "Gideon was selected. Everyone on the block is over there kissing up to him as we speak."

"Gideon?" Dad frowned, "Ah, well that's... something. How did Indigo feel about everything?" He took his glasses off, folding them up and placing them on the table as he listened for me to reply.

"He's upset. It's like we don't even exist to them," I decided not to mention Indy's plan to Dad. He felt it was best to let things be, that they'd turn out how they were supposed to, while I, on the other hand, felt that if you want something done, you make it happen yourself. "He says 'hey' by the way."

He chuckled and his eyes crinkled up as he replied, "I like Indigo. He's a good kid."

"Yeah, Dad, I know. He is my best friend after all." Dad's expression became one of uncertainty and nervousness. "Dad?" I tilted my head at him, "What's that face for?"

"Uh, well, I just- Is that all you and Indy are?" He watched my face intently.

"What?" I think I felt my jaw hit the couch... "Dad, no! Indy and I are just friends and that's it! Why would you-"

"You two spend a lot of time together," he interrupted me, answering my question as if he'd read my mind, "If you were, you know, together, I wouldn't mind. I like Indy, and I trust him."

"Dad!" I hissed, bolting up from the couch and gazing down at him, "Best friends. Best friends spent time together. That's what they do!" I felt my fingers warming up as I started to get angry. "There's nothing between Indy and me!" I marched toward my bedroom, still in infuriated disbelief.

"Arian." His voice was firm as he spoke, warning clear in it.

"What!?" I flipped around, screaming and waving my arms bitterly. My eyes widened as a deep purple colored ball of light shot from my hand, ricocheted against the lamp and into the wall, flickering away as it crisped the edges of insolation where it'd burnt through the wall. My lip quivered as I gasped, meeting my dad's eyes. "I'm so- I didn't mean to- I just-" I whimpered, the tears suddenly running down my face as I turned and sprinted to my room, slamming the door closed behind me. I slumped to the ground, my legs too weak to hold me up and longer, and used the door for support. Abilities for demigods were tricky. They were something you developed as you aged, though not all demigods would. A few years ago, I discovered I could do magic. The ability was controlled by extreme emotions, but I'd only see it before with anger. What if I had hurt Dad? I though suddenly, rubbing at my red eyes as my body started to shake again.

"Ari," Dad knocked on my door, calling to me, "Open up."

"G-go away," I tried to calm my voice. I didn't want to do something that I'd regret. I still couldn't control my magic, "I want to be alone."

"Arian Helena Delatorre," he growled, "Open this door right now."

I reluctantly clambered to my feet, opening the door just enough to peer out at my Dad, "I can't talk to you now... I'm still-" He shook his head, squeezing his hand into the crack and pushing the door open. I stumbled back quickly moving as far from him as I could, "Dad! Please get out of here!"

"Sit down, Ari," he pointed to my bed, still standing by the door. My shoulders slouched, and I sat cross-legged on top of my comforter, eyeing the floor. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." My head darted up. Huh? "I didn't mean to upset you. I was just curious."

"I know," I whispered, "I'm sorry too. I overreacted epically." I brushed away a few tears and wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans.

"Maybe you can work on controlling your powers when you train?" Dad suggested, and I nodded in agreement. I needed to do something. I scared even myself sometimes. "You've had a long day," he said as he came to stand next to me, "Why don't you get some sleep?"

"Yeah," I murmured, realizing how tired I was as a long yawn escaped my mouth. Dad laughed as I rolled under the covers not even bothering to change. "Night, Dad."

"Goodnight, Ari," he pressed his lips to my forehead and wrapped my blanket tightly around me, "Sleep tight baby girl." I heard the door creak closed, and I relaxed with a sigh, sinking deep into my mattress.


"Where are we going?" I pestered Indy as he and I walked through the forest. For the last week we'd been training intensely every day, but it seemed he had something else in mind.

"You'll see," he smirked, following the twisting dirt path.

"I still don't even know what we're doing all this for!" I argued, "That seems like reason enough for me to bail."

At that, Indy faced me and crossed his arms challengingly, "Oh really? I told you to trust me, didn't I? So trust me." He started back along the path, confident that I was still on board, "Hurry up, Ari! We're almost there!"

"Okay, sheesh, I'm coming," I yelled after him, jogging to catch up, "but this plan of yours better be worth it!"

"Oh," he grinned, his eyes glimmering with excitement, "It is."

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