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and his cheeks reddened before I moved on to the next Captain, who was holding in a laugh at Vette's expense. I was immediately captured by her exotic beauty and the cluster of feathers peeking out from beneath jet black hair. Her copper skin accentuated the sea foam green of her large, feline eyes and her essence held an unwavering wisdom that was mirrored in her calm exterior. High cheek bones gave her an old world look and her Native-American descent became evident. An abrupt gust of wind swirled around me and its source smiled with a proud gleam in her eye.
"Well done," I commended her with an approving smile. "What's your name?"
"Tanis," she spoke clearly and strong; steadfast in her identity. "I'm the pankration Captain."
I was instantly impressed with her, as I didn't expect a female to captain the pankration team. It was an ancient fighting technique - a mixture of martial arts and wrestling - something the Sons of Daimon excelled at. I couldn't wait to see what she could do.
"Remind me to stay on your good side," I replied.
"I wouldn't hurt you...too much," she joked.
"I may have someone who could assist you in preparation," I mused. "I think I could convince him to provide his services to someone other than the Sons."
"You don't mean....Finn?" She fumbled over his name and her voice hitched. She cleared her throat in an attempt to shield her surprise.
"The one and only," I confirmed with a chuckle. I secretly wanted to see how Finn would fare against a fighter not in the Sons Order.
I reached for her pendant just as she remembered a necklace she was already wearing. She hastily struggled to hide it beneath her shirt, but I stopped her with a hand and inspected it closer. Hanging from a silver chain was a turquoise stone in the shape of an arrowhead. Her voice lowered and softened as she explained its origin. "It was my grandmother's."
"Leave it out." I smiled at her. "It's too beautiful to keep hidden."
Her eyes dissolved into joy when I placed the Captain necklace around her neck. "Sas anagno?rízo? o?s Kapetánios."
The rich, ebony skin of the next Captain was wrapped in black ink tattoos that snaked along his arms and collarbone. I imagined they also stretched along his chest and back, although they were shielded by his clothes. Profound dark brown eyes carried a hardness in them that hid the refreshing coolness of his essence. It reminded me of Carmen's, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was also descended from Oreithya. He was definitely connected to water in some way, not to mention the majority of his tattoos were variations and representations of waves. He looked down at me from a wide nose and full lips, a towering man of at least six feet-five inches.
"You have an ability connected to water?" I guessed. His gentle smile complemented the appreciation in his eyes, and the dimples that followed instantly added a touch of innocence to his features.
"I'm able to still the waves," he explained in a deep voice. I nodded knowingly.
"And what's your name?"
"Trevon," he answered proudly. "I'm the javelin Captain."
My thoughts unexpectedly flashed back to Willow's fatal accident and I felt a bubble of emotion spring forward. I fought to suppress it, using Trevon's necklace as a distraction. I willed myself to return to the present and the overpowering feeling retreated as quickly as it arrived.
"Sas anagno?rízo? o?s Kapetánios."
The fifth Captain was already beaming at me as I stepped in front of him. I could tell he was itching for an opportunity to make me laugh or provide any kind of entertainment to lighten the moment. His chestnut hair was only shaved on the sides of his head, giving him somewhat of a shaggy mohawk, and his compact stature stood in contrast with Trevon, who loomed over him. As I met his light green eyes, his wide smile morphed into a sloppy grin and I tilted my head to the side as I reached out to feel his essence.
It washed over me with a salty tint wrapped in the
"Well done," I commended her with an approving smile. "What's your name?"
"Tanis," she spoke clearly and strong; steadfast in her identity. "I'm the pankration Captain."
I was instantly impressed with her, as I didn't expect a female to captain the pankration team. It was an ancient fighting technique - a mixture of martial arts and wrestling - something the Sons of Daimon excelled at. I couldn't wait to see what she could do.
"Remind me to stay on your good side," I replied.
"I wouldn't hurt you...too much," she joked.
"I may have someone who could assist you in preparation," I mused. "I think I could convince him to provide his services to someone other than the Sons."
"You don't mean....Finn?" She fumbled over his name and her voice hitched. She cleared her throat in an attempt to shield her surprise.
"The one and only," I confirmed with a chuckle. I secretly wanted to see how Finn would fare against a fighter not in the Sons Order.
I reached for her pendant just as she remembered a necklace she was already wearing. She hastily struggled to hide it beneath her shirt, but I stopped her with a hand and inspected it closer. Hanging from a silver chain was a turquoise stone in the shape of an arrowhead. Her voice lowered and softened as she explained its origin. "It was my grandmother's."
"Leave it out." I smiled at her. "It's too beautiful to keep hidden."
Her eyes dissolved into joy when I placed the Captain necklace around her neck. "Sas anagno?rízo? o?s Kapetánios."
The rich, ebony skin of the next Captain was wrapped in black ink tattoos that snaked along his arms and collarbone. I imagined they also stretched along his chest and back, although they were shielded by his clothes. Profound dark brown eyes carried a hardness in them that hid the refreshing coolness of his essence. It reminded me of Carmen's, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was also descended from Oreithya. He was definitely connected to water in some way, not to mention the majority of his tattoos were variations and representations of waves. He looked down at me from a wide nose and full lips, a towering man of at least six feet-five inches.
"You have an ability connected to water?" I guessed. His gentle smile complemented the appreciation in his eyes, and the dimples that followed instantly added a touch of innocence to his features.
"I'm able to still the waves," he explained in a deep voice. I nodded knowingly.
"And what's your name?"
"Trevon," he answered proudly. "I'm the javelin Captain."
My thoughts unexpectedly flashed back to Willow's fatal accident and I felt a bubble of emotion spring forward. I fought to suppress it, using Trevon's necklace as a distraction. I willed myself to return to the present and the overpowering feeling retreated as quickly as it arrived.
"Sas anagno?rízo? o?s Kapetánios."
The fifth Captain was already beaming at me as I stepped in front of him. I could tell he was itching for an opportunity to make me laugh or provide any kind of entertainment to lighten the moment. His chestnut hair was only shaved on the sides of his head, giving him somewhat of a shaggy mohawk, and his compact stature stood in contrast with Trevon, who loomed over him. As I met his light green eyes, his wide smile morphed into a sloppy grin and I tilted my head to the side as I reached out to feel his essence.
It washed over me with a salty tint wrapped in the
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