《Athena A Love Of A Thousand Years》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 6 章

Athena.April 28th. Two days later. Evening.I stir. I shift to the left, but my body collides with something solid. A wall. Cold and damp. Reeking of blood, rusted metal, and mould.That smell drags my eyes open.Ugh.I jolt upright on the narrow bed, a cry tearing from my throat as pain shoots through my back and right wrist.My wrist. I freeze.It’s chained.Chained?Panic punches through me so fast my lungs forget how to breathe. My breath comes quick and sharp as I whip my gaze upward and stop.A man sits across from me. A human. Tall. No. Really tall. Even seated, he looks like the chair beneath him was designed for someone half his size. Not because he’s massive, but because he’s just, absurdly tall. Six-three, maybe more. Built like something carved from stone and sharpened into a threat.Fit muscles strain beneath a pristine dark and gold uniform. A rich commander’s frock, decorated with stars, golden tassels, sharp golden trimmings. A crimson cape drapes elegantly from his

Zeus. An hour later… The sounds of guns blasting through the grounds hit hard like flash grenades. The sentinels positioned at the walls continue raining a barrage of laser bullets at the rebels. Vampires and werewolves who have decided to breach the walls of the health station. “Shoot every one of them down!” I thunder as I crouch low behind the metal wall of the fort, aiming shots at the rebels trying to climb the wall. This side of the health station has no barriers against magic. Only my quarters and the dungeons have magical barriers. That is the reason I was not affected by the sleeping spell cast over the premises the night the station was breached. “Gun them down!” I roar again, just as one of the morphed werewolves leaps over the wall and pounces on me. I tackle the beast, both of us rolling across the concrete ground. My gun skids away. The werewolf growls, jaws snapping just inches from my face. I grunt beneath its weight, muscles straining as I push its jaws

Zeus. I stand still, discipline as a soldier and discipline from our father, all of it restraining me. All of it forcing me not to react. Memories from years ago flood back now. A seven year old me and a twelve year old Norman, playing. Then all of a sudden, Norman shoved me hard against the concrete. I cried out as I hit the ground. My skin scraped harshly against it. “This will teach you and that mother of yours to always remember your place. Beneath our feet.” Norman said scornfully. I was seven, and my mother and I had just been brought by Father a few days earlier to equally live with him in his estate. I had always known I had a brother. Mother always told me. Father always told me. But what I never knew was the extent of hate he was going to have for me. In a fit of rage, I scrambled to my feet, blinded by anger and pain. Tears blurred my vision as I lunged for him. I knocked him to the ground and started raining heavy blows on him. As heavy as my tiny hands could go. He c