#WritcoStoryChallenge

The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there, or was it her imagination?

Her grip tightened on the dagger she was holding. Bagh Nakh, she remembered the name of the dagger. The dagger had a very unusual shape. It had tiger-like claws, sharp and dangerous. She slipped her hand into the two circles which were meant to fasten on her fingers to attain a better grip.

She wasn't good at fighting, she knew it but she had to withstand the fight against him, against Blade. Strange name, she thought to herself.

Something erupted, breaking the window glass and knocking Venus with strong force. Her head banged against the wooden table, breaking the table in two halves. It didn't pain as much as a mortal would feel. Thunder crashed down, burning the nearby trees.

She immediately stood up, looking around for any threat. Fire flared around her, taking the shape of a cage.
Wait what? Blade can't control fire, he's the son of Poseidon, not Hephaestus.

"Expecting someone else, huh," a voice spoke from behind. A familiar voice.

She turned. Her eyes widened at the sight of her brother. Her stepbrother to be exact. She wanted to scream but nothing came out of her mouth. Her knees were on the verge of buckling. It was not what she had expected.

"Titus, you, " she said,...