“The Rise of Zeus – Chapter VIII (Pt 3)”
Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!
BASIL (cont.)
Even though the violet guy’s words are kind, his face definitely isn’t. He has a smirk that can only be described as cruel as he steps forward, holding out a hand to me. “Welcome, good sir,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “It’s an absolute delight to meet you.”
“That’s enough, Jonah,” Silas says firmly. “Now, Basil, let me introduce everyone properly. You’ve already met Neera.”
I glance to the side to see that Neera’s moved away to stand in front of a closed door. I guess if she hadn’t walked in with me, she would’ve made the same dramatic entrance as everyone else. She’s watching me through narrowed eyes, her fingers constantly moving by her sides. She slows her movements for just long enough for me to make out small knives dancing between her well-practised fingers.
Remind me to never get on Neera’s bad side.
“Next,” Silas continues, “we have Kellan.”
The guy in black armour gives me a wave and a goofy smile. Even though he looks a few years older than me, he’s acting like he’s several years younger. I mean honestly, who takes pictures of random people that they think have funny expressions? Immature children, that’s who.
“Then we have Meilin…”
Okay, I thought that Neera was scary, but this girl’s terrifying in a different way. Sure, she looks innocent and all, but there’s something in her eyes that makes my skin crawl. Plus, her red armour isn’t really helping; the cut of it makes her look like a princess drenched in blood. I think I’m going to be sleeping with one eye open from now on.
“,,, and Jonah.”
The guy in violet looks down his nose at me. He, too, has moved back to his place in front of his door, but it feels like his presence is still right here in front of me. His thumbs are hanging casually on his armour where a belt would’ve been, but nothing about him feels casual.
“Finally,” Silas says, gesturing toward the last girl who’s remained silent so far, “we have Harper.”
Final Comments: I’m a bit worried that I’ve made my cast too similar personality-wise… I think that they’ll solidify as I write more about them though (AND this is just a first draft… I need to keep reminding myself of that…). Honestly though, this was a really fun section to imagine and write!
Overall Rating: 😃
