Sancara Palace

The Sancara Palace was impressive, I suppose, for a human light worshiping civilization. The Castle was large and made entirely out of crystals. It was able to catch light even in the darkest of night and glow through the shadows.

The ballroom was in the west wing of castle beside its extensive rose gardens. They recognized me at the door and let me pass without having to show my invitation, which is awesome because I have no idea where I put my invite. I have been here enough with Diesel to be a familiar face. That's probably not a good thing but I don't really care. They throw some good parties.

Before going to the ball I had gone home to change. I had put on a short black dress and lace-up black stilettos. I then spritzed my hair up into an updo. I didn't really put that much effort into it but I looked presentable.

I found Nash right away. He was leaning against a crystal pillar drinking a glass of champagne. He was wearing the green and gold dress uniform of a Sancarian soldier. His jewel encrusted sword hung at his side. He looked incredibly bored.

He gave me a disgusted look as I approached him. "You haven't passed out yet?"

"The night is still young." I answered. "Where's Diesel? Did she get wise and dump your ass?"

"The Royal Cykarin family is here." Nash answered gravely.

I frowned. "Seriously? Why?"

Sancara's arch enemy is the country north of their borders, Cykaria. They have been on the brink of war for almost a hundred years. I was surprised they would be invited to Princess's Chloe's birthday.

"King Vasper is attempting to make peace with us. They are talking about an arranged marriage between Princess Chloe and Prince Ike." Nash said with distaste.

"Really? Why do they want peace all of a sudden?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I don't know but Diesel is pissed that her uncle is considering King Vasper's offer. She thinks arranged marriages are barbaric."

"They're planning something." I blurted.

Nash gave me a puzzled look. "What?"

"Okay, just think about. Sancara and Cykaria have hated each ever since Cykaria became a dark worshipping region. They want nothing more than to wipe you guys out. If Cykaria just invaded for no reason other countries would get involved because Sancara includes some major port cities and a war would affect everyone. Peace talks are like the easiest way to distract someone from something else that's going on. Plus throw in an arranged marriage and things get sticky. I guarantee something is going to go wrong and they are going to blame it on Sancara and use it as an excuse to invade. Other countries won't step in if they believe Sancara was in the wrong." I explained. I was well rehearsed in politics and wars. I had seen things like this happen over and over again. History tends to repeat. You just need to see the patterns.

Nash just stared at me. "I cannot figure you out." He shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder about you."

"What do you wonder?" I asked.

"You're incredibly smart and you know things that no one should. Yet you do incredibly stupid shit." He frowned as he looked me up and down. "Sometimes you say stuff that isn't something normal people say."

I frowned at that. "What do you mean?"

"You talk like a street punk but occasionally some long scholarly word will pop out of your mouth. Also, sometimes when you're pissed you'll go off in some foreign language. A few times I'm pretty sure it was a dead language you were cursing in." He answered.

"I'm cultured. So fucking what?" I argued.

"For the longest time I seriously thought you was a Cykarian spy. Now, I'm not so sure what you are but I know something is off about you." He stared me down.

I looked away from his gaze. "Something is off about your haircut." I muttered.

"Were you just running off your mouth about Cykaria or do you think your theory is possible?" He asked me.

I shrugged. "It's possible but it's just a theory."

"You're right though. It is strange that Cykaria suddenly wants peace." Nash admitted thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I-" I lost my train of thought as I froze in place with fear. I spotted a man on the other side of the ballroom. He had black hair shaved into a crew cut. He was dressed in a black and red uniform of a high-ranking Cykarian soldier. There was an eye patch over his left eye. His remaining eye was gold like honey. He had a few battle wounds running down his arms. I thought he was looking in my direction but he turned next to the blonde woman beside him and seemed to be talking with her. He must not have seen me. I silently thanked the Powers That Be.

"Crimson, are you alright?" Nash asked.

"Yeah, just peachy." I fibbed.

"Liar. What is it?" He demanded.

"Um….old boyfriend? Yes! Crazy ex-boyfriend." I lied to Nash. "I need to go."

"Diesel will be pissed if you leave before saying 'hi' to Chloe." He scolded.

"Shit." I groaned. "I need a drink."

Nash grabbed me by the arm as I went to go in search of a drink. "Quite honestly, I don't care what you do to yourself but remember you're here as Duchess Desdemona's guest. Don't embarrass her."

"Get off me." I sneered as I shrugged out of his grip.

I found the bar very quickly. My ability to find alcohol anywhere is almost like a superpower. I would just have one drink while I was waiting for Chloe and the rest of the royal family to show up. Okay, maybe two. Three at the most. I would give my birthday tidings to Princess Chloe. Then I would get out of here before-

I gasped as I felt the blade of a knife at the small of my back. An unnaturally strong hand tightly gripped my arm.

"My dear sister, did you really think I didn't see you?" A harsh voice sneered in my ear. His breath was uncomfortably warm on the back on my neck. An overbearing scent of cinnamon hung in his breath but I could smell traces of the smell it was masking. He smelt like death.

"H-hey, Anarchy. I was just about to go say 'hi' to you." It was sickening to hear the fear in my voice.

"Were you?" He asked with amusement.

"Of course. So… how's your wife?" I asked.

He laughed. "She's been doing just fine. How about we finish this conversation outside?"

"I would actually like to stay here. I'm really digging this crystal atmosphere. It's very … crystally." I rambled.

"Disarray." He sneered. "That wasn't a request."

He concealed the knife in his sleeve as he roughly led me across the ballroom and outside into the rose garden.

I hesitated at the entrance to the rose maze. Anarchy poked me with the knife. I felt myself make a short squeaking sound and allowed him to herd me into the maze. We navigated around several bends till we came to a flowering red cherry blossom tree. The demigod roughly pushed me against it.

Anarchy waved the knife in front of my face. I now saw that it was a wickedly sharp dagger made from celestial iron. It could kill a god. It could kill me.

I trembled as he gently traced the curves of my neck with the dagger.

He grinned at my fear and shook his head. "What happened to you, Disarray?" He wanted to know.

"My mother turned me human in order to teach me a lesson." I answered. I saw nothing to gain in lying to him.

"Are you serious?!" He laughed like a hyena. "God, this is rich!"

"Laugh it up." I grumbled.

"How do you remove the curse? From learning love and compassion?" He snickered.

"I don't know. I thought so, but I piss love and compassion and I have yet to be turned back." I said tiredly.

He laughed again. "Diz, you are such a poet."

"Look, can we put the knife away?" I asked.

He pressed it harder against my throat and moved closer to me. "No."

"There really is no need for it." I protested.

Anarchy licked his lips as he looked down at me. "Do you bleed?" He asked me.

I shuttered with fear. He was going to kill me. I probably deserved it after the things I had done to him but I really don't want to die tonight. Dying by the God of War's hands would surely be slow and painful.

What elements are near me? In order to summon a god I needed to call their name three times and be by their elements. I wasn't near water or light. So Porpoise and Illumina wouldn't be able hear me if I called for them. I was outside. That counts as primal, right? I never tried calling for Talon before. I never really had a reason to. We have our differences but she wouldn't let Anarchy kill me. I think.

"Tal-" I tried to cry out. Anarchy roughly slapped his hand over my mouth.

"This is a private party." He sneered.

He ran the knife across the cleavage of my dress. I hissed with pain as he cut me above the breast.

"Ah, so the almighty Disarray does bleed." He laughed.

He licked the blood from his dagger. His tongue was long and forked like a snake.

"Now, I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. If you call out for your dog-faced sister again or anyone else, I will cut out your tongue. Do you understand?" He demanded icily.

I fearfully nodded.

"Good." He grinned.

"If you hurt me, Porpoise will-" I started to plea as soon as he removed his hand.

Anarchy slapped me hard across the face. "Your perfect pretty-boy brother isn't here to save you." He growled. "It's just me and you."

I blinked away the tears threatening to roll down my face.

"Anarchy, don't do this. You're my brother." I tried to reason. Being related has to count for something, right?

"What? Say that again." He demanded.

"You're my brother?"

I yelped as he stabbed the dagger into the cherry tree very close to my face. "So, now I'm your brother?! I'm only recognized as your brother when you want something from me! What did you say to me when I wanted to join with you and Serenity during the War of Gods? What did you call me?" He demanded.

"I-I-don't recall- I-" I fell over my words. I remembered very clearly what I had said to him.

His hand closed around my throat. I struggled and he lifted me up and slammed me against the tree.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!" He roared. His large dragon wings unfolded from his back.

"A bastard abomination!" I cried.

He let go off me and let me fall to the ground. "Who's the abomination now?" He asked coldly. He folded his wings back into his back. He's ashamed of them and what they represent.

"I- I guess I am." I admitted. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.

He chuckled darkly. "Are you crying, Disarray?"

I turned my head away in embarrassment.

Anarchy roughly grabbed me by the arm and forced me to stand up. He grabbed my chin and studied my face.

"Let go of me." I demanded.

"You are pathetic." He sneered. "I never thought I would see the day where the Goddess of Chaos would be at my feet bawling like a little girl."

I felt anger flicker within me. "I may be human but my blood is pure. Can you say the same, half-breed?" I snarled.

Hurt and shock flashed across his eyes but was quickly replaced with rage. "You arrogant bitch!" He roared as he punched me in the jaw.

I hit the ground hard. I tasted blood in my mouth and I felt blood dripping down my chin. Before I could even recover the demigod kicked me brutally in my side. I cried out as I felt a rib crack.

"I am going to make you suffer! When I'm done with you you're going to beg me for death!" Anarchy promised me.

I tried to stand up and he back-handed me hard across the face. I blacked out for a second and returned to being crumpled onto the ground.

"The problem with humans is they're just so damn fragile." Anarchy sneered as he pulled me up by my hair.

I took a swing and punched him in the face. It didn't even faze him.

He laughed and shook his head. "That was just sad."

"Get away from her!" A familiar voice snarled.

I looked up to see Nash approaching us with his sword drawn. Anarchy shot me a dark glare and let go of me. I lost my balance and fell to my knees. Anarchy snickered at me as he backed off. He rolled his eyes at Nash with distaste. Anarchy isn't allowed to directly harm a mortal. I am not truly mortal so he can do whatever he wants to me but he is not allowed to touch Nash. Still, I'm surprised he gave up so easily.

Nash helped me up. "Crimson, are you okay?"

"Crimson?" Anarchy sneered. "That's what you call yourself? That's not a name, it's a color."

"I'm fine." I said softly while ignoring my half-brother.

"What is going on here?" Nash demanded.

"Don't worry about it. Let's just go." I said tiredly as I pulled on Nash's arm. Nash allowed me to pull him away from Anarchy.

"If you touch her again, I swear-" Nash threatened the God of War.

Anarchy snickered. "You'll do nothing, Bartholomew."

Nash stopped and frowned. "How do you know my name?"

"Don't ask questions. Let's just go inside." I tugged on Nash.

"Sister dearest, don't think I'm though with you." Anarchy taunted. "This is far from over."

"Give your mother my love." I sneered.

Anarchy's face darkened with rage. He literally shook with anger. Oops, I may have just crossed the line. Again.

"What the hell?!" Nash yelped as a bush beside us spontaneously burst into flames.

"Come on!" I pulled Nash through the maze. He followed me in brooding silence. I think he was trying to assess what had just happened and I think he was also kind of pissed for some reason.

"Stop." Nash commanded as we made it to the garden in front of the entrance into the ballroom. "You can't just go in looking like that. You're covered in blood. Take this." He reached into his pocket and handed me a handkerchief.

Most of my wounds had already begun to heal. My healing rate isn't at a godly level but I still heal incredibly fast. The cut on my breast would heal at the rate of a normal human though because it was from a knife of celestial iron. The cut on my chest was just a small scratch and I wiped up all the blood around it. Then I wiped away the blood on my chin.

"You missed a spot." Nash told me. "On your lip. No near the corner. The other corner. Just give me the damn thing." He scolded.

He grabbed the handkerchief and grabbed me by the chin. I awkwardly watched as he wiped away the blood on my lips. He frowned and peered closer at my lip.

"What the hell?" He questioned softly.

"What?" I asked.

"Your lip was split just a second ago but now it's not." He stared at me in bewilderment. "What are you?"

"What are you doing to her?" Diesel demanded as she appeared beside us. "If you guys are having a secret affair, I'm going to be pissed." She was wearing a large hunter orange ball gown and her long blonde dreadlocked hair was pulled back in a large braid. Under the dress I spotted black Converses. The Sancarian nobles refer to her as 'eccentric.'

"Some guy just beat the shit out of her." Nash frowned at me. "You lied to me. You said he was your ex-boyfriend. "

"What guy? What's going on?" The duchess questioned. Her expression darkened. "Was it Isaac?"

"That guy was your brother, wasn't he?" Nash wanted to know.

"Her brother? That's impossible. Crimson is an orphan. She doesn't have any family. Right?" Diesel waited for me to confirm.

I sighed. "Not quite. I may have a homicidal half-brother."

"Crimson! Why the hell didn't you ever tell me?" Diesel sounded hurt.

"It's not really something I like to talk about."

"What is your name?" Nash asked me.

"I don't understand what you mean." I said innocently.

Diesel frowned. "Nash, what are you talking about?"

"He was surprised when I called you Crimson. It's not your real name, is it?" Nash said coldly.

I just stared at him. I'm the queen of deception. I'm a master in the art of trickery but my mind drew a complete blank. I couldn't come up with a single lie.

"Crimson?" Diesel questioned softly.

"I-I-look, does it really matter? Who I was isn't who I am now." I said.

"I don't think you're even human." Nash accused.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. I'm going home." I said.

Diesel reached out and grabbed my arm. "No! Don't go! I have a feeling that if you leave I'll never see you again." Her eyes were glazed with tears.

"It's better this way." I assured her.

"Crim, you're my best friend. You know you can tell me anything. Please, don't just leave me like this! Everyone always leaves me!" Diesel burst into tears.

"Oh, Diesel" I pulled her into a hug and to my surprise I felt myself blinking away tears.

I bit my lip as I tried to figure out what I should say. My cover has been blown before but I've always just left town. I've never felt as attached to any one as I feel towards Diesel. She is probably the best friend I've ever had.

"What is going on? Just tell us the truth." Nash demanded.

"I- you know what? Fuck it. My name is Disarray." I said.

Diesel frowned as she looked up at me. "Like after the goddess of chaos?"

"No, like I am the goddess of chaos." I confessed.

"What?! I'm not playing any of your goddamn games! I want the truth!" Nash raged.

"Let me see your sword." I commanded.

"What?" He frowned.

"Let me see it for a second. I'll show you."

Nash hesitated but then drew his sword and handed it to me. I pulled away from Diesel. I gave a sharp hiss of pain as I ran my hand through the sword.

"Crimson!" Diesel cried out.

"Are you insane?!" Nash demanded as he grabbed my arm.

"Just watch." I groaned as I pulled my hand from the sword. Nash let go as I held up my hand. There was a large hole in the center of my palm. Before their eyes the hole slowly became smaller before it disappeared. I wiped away the blood on my hand and there was no visible mark left behind.

Diesel and Nash stared at me in stunned silence.

"You just stuck a sword through your hand." Diesel said completely dumfounded.

"Yes, I am immortal. I've been stuck on Earth for a thousand years ever since I got in trouble during the War of the Gods. I was turned into a human as punishment." I explained.

"You just stuck a sword through your fucking hand!" Diesel exploded.

"Wait, I- I thought that according to legend Disarray was thrown into the Mouth of the Earth." Nash frowned.

"That's what everyone else thinks happened too. At the last minute my mother intervened. The only ones that know I'm human are Porpoise, Illumina, Talon, and of course, my mother. Now that Anarchy knows, everyone is going to know. I am royally screwed." I said.

"Anarchy?! That was Anarchy, the God of War?!" The blood drained out of Nash's face.

"Yup, that would be the one." I thought about that for a second. "He was dressed like a Cykarian soldier. I think your kingdom might be in trouble."

"H-he can't do anything, right?" Nash wanted to know.

"Not to you. No. Gods can't directly harm mortals. Normally gods can't interfere in human affairs but Anarchy is a demigod. That rule doesn't apply to him. This wouldn't be the first time he's started a war by whispering bad advice into a king's ear." I said.

"You think he's going to start a war between us and Cykaria?" Nash asked me.

"Starting wars is what he does best." I answered.

"Wait, rewind and play this back. Crimson is the ex-goddess of chaos?" Diesel shook her head in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"Baby, I think she's telling the truth." Nash caught me by surprise by coming to my defense.

"Disarray tried to destroy the world. Crimson, you won't even kill spiders in the bathroom." Diesel scolded.

"First of all, I like spiders. Second of all, I have human emotions now. They're kind of annoying. I don't know how you people get anything done." I answered.

"You expect me to believe this? Nash did you team up with Crimson to punk me?" Diesel demanded.

"What?! No! You didn't see Anarchy. Goddess, he was something else. You should have seen his eyes." Nash shuttered. "I can't believe we didn't figure this out sooner. Weird things happen when she is around."

"What weird things?" Diesel wanted to know.

"She talks to birds. She speaks several dead languages. She's never been sick. Horses are terrified of her. She looks exactly the same as she did three years ago, for goddess sake." Nash listed. I've never realized that he caught on to any of those things. Except for the horse thing. He often teases me that they can sense evil.

"Yeah, but…" Diesel frowned. "You're an atheist!"

"I only said that because I didn't want to go into that bitch's temple." I said blatantly.

Diesel looked completely shocked that I had just called her god a bitch. "You really are Disarray, aren't you?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I am."

The three of us just looked at each other in silence.

"So…what happens now?" Diesel asked me.

"Um, I don't know." I answered. "Usually when people start guessing that I'm 'different,' I leave but if guys don't tell anyone I really don't see any reason that I should go. I mean, if you still want me around, of course." I'm so tired of moving.

"I- I don't want you to go." Diesel said. "You're my best friend, Crimson or do you want me to call you Disarray?."

I grinned and hugged her. "Thanks, D. No, Crimson is fine. I really don't want you to treat me any differently."

"You're not going to like smite me when you become a god again, are you?" Nash asked me.

"Nah." I answered. "I might turn you into a llama though."

"You're kidding, right?" He asked with a hint of fear.

"I don't know." I grinned. "You might want to start being a little nicer to me."

Nash relaxed and grinned back. "I'll risk it."

"Let's go back inside. I think they're getting ready to do the cake." Diesel suggested.

I shrugged. "Okay."

Diesel skipped back into the ballroom. I went to follow her but Nash stopped me by putting his hand on my elbow.

"What are you going to do about Anarchy?" Nash asked.

"I don't know. He won't do anything right now. After the party I'll go talk with Porpoise. He'll beat the hell out of him and he'll leave me alone for a while." I said.

Nash frowned. "What about the other gods? You're not exactly known for your popularity."

I shook my head. "Most of the ones that would do me harm won't come here. This is Illumina's city."

"So, are you staying here because of Diesel or to save your own ass?" He wanted to know.

I gave him a dark look. "You are such an asshole."

"I just don't want to see Diesel get hurt. She really depends on you. You've been able to help her more on her dark magic addiction than anyone else." Nash said.

I sighed. "I would never hurt Diesel."

"I don't think you would purposely but … you're kind of a bitch." Nash said gently.

"I know." I admitted. "I tend to do selfish things but I would never hurt Diesel. I would never hurt you either or anyone else for that matter. I don't like feeling guilt. It makes me nauseous and hate myself."

"Yeah, that happens." He said dryly.

"Why do you think I drink so much?" I demanded.

Nash gave me a startled look. "Oh." He said with understanding.

Trumpets sounded from within the castle. They were getting ready to do the birthday toast and let Chloe blow out her candles.

"We should probably go inside or Diesel will throw a fit." Nash said.

I nodded and followed him inside. We found everyone seated at a large oval-shaped table made out of crystal in the Great Hall. The Great Hall was even more beautiful than the ballroom. Hanging down from the ceiling were several very large crystal chandeliers.

At the head of the table in the seat of honor was Diesel's young cousin, Princess Chloe. She had long black hair pulled back into pigtails. Her green eyes with beaming with excitement as she gazed longingly at the very large pink cake in front of her. She's normally extremely hyper but with all the excitement of her birthday going on she could barely sit still in her throne.

She was wearing a very puffy pink ruffled dress with a large bow in the back. Her mother must have bribed her. Chloe is a tom boy and is usually running around in shorts and a t-shirt.

To her left was her mother, Queen Emily. She had long blonde hair and a kind but serious face. She was very proper and I often found it awkward to be in her presence. She just has this ridged atmosphere around her. At the moment she was attempting to get Chloe to calm down.

Across from her was King Peter. He had rich black hair and green eyes like his daughter, Chloe. He's known for his parties but he could become serious very quickly if the situation called for it.

He was conversing with the man sitting next to him. I could tell by Peter's clenched jaw he was pissed off but trying to be polite. The man beside him was King Torvald of Cykaria.

King Torvald had cold, icy blue eyes and long black hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He had a goatee on his chin. There was a scar under his right eye. He was cold and brisk. I've only spoken to him once. He's kind of an arrogant dick.

Sitting beside King Torvald was my favorite brother, Anarchy. Welcome to the Jerry Springer Show that is my life.

Diesel was sitting beside her aunt and had saved two seats for me and Nash. I don't know how we always manage to get so up on the table. Nash is a lord but there are still people higher up the social ladder. He's been dating Diesel for about two years though. There have been whispers of marriage among the noble crowd. God, I hope not.

Me? Technically I'm just a peasant. The royal family likes me though and I've sold artwork to most of the people here. I'm kind of locally famous.

Nash gave Diesel a peck on the cheek as he took his seat beside her.

"What took you guys so long?" Diesel demanded. "You guys really are having an affair, aren't you?"

"Gross. Every time you say that I throw up a little." I said as I sat beside Nash.

Somehow I got lucky enough to be seated right across from Anarchy. He made eye contact with me and smirked darkly. Fuck my life.

"How's your mother?" I asked Anarchy.

Diesel frowned. "Who are you talking to?"

Nash leaned over and whispered something in her ear.

"Oh." She paled with fear.

Anarchy's eyes darkened with anger but he laughed pleasantly. "She's fine, thanks. You know, I haven't seen your husband around lately. How's he been?"

I clenched my fists tightly under the table. "He's dead."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Anarchy said mockingly. "You know, there's something different about you, I can't quite put my finger on it. Did you gain weight?"

Both kings and the people around us were now watching us. Our fake pleasantries weren't very subtle. The hatred was quite obvious.

"I'm pretty sure, I haven't." I said briskly. Actually I gained a little bit of weight but I wasn't about to admit that to him.

"You sure? At first I thought you might have a bit of a baby bump but we both know that isn't the case." He grinned nastily as my cheeks flushed red with anger.

I bit down my anger and asked conversationally. "Is that a new eye patch?"

"How nice of you to notice." Anarchy's voice dripped with venom as he became increasingly pissed. The easiest way to hurt him is to attack his pride. Porpoise had been the one to take out Anarchy's eye when Anarchy had attempted to take his kingdom of water from him. Anarchy hates Porpoise almost more then he hates me.

"Do you normally wear a hat? It looks like something's missing but I can't quite figure out what is." I said sweetly. Anarchy has large horns growing from his head that he files down so he looks 'normal'.

His smile became a snarl. "Shove it up your ass!"

"Anton, what is the meaning of this?" King Torvald demanded of Anarchy. Anton? Really, and he had been making fun of my name?

Anarchy took a deep breath and sighed. "My lord, I would like to introduce you to my half-sister, Crimson."

I smiled and nodded courteously at the king. "It's always an honor, sire."

"What do you mean, half-sister?" King Peter demanded. "Crimson, I thought you were orphaned."

"He's a bastard." I said coldly. "Our father had a thing for whores."

"Crimson Ashley Smith!" Queen Emily gasped. "Ladies do not use such language."

Good thing I'm not a fucking lady. I fought the urge to say out loud. Wait. How does she know my middle name?

Anarchy's glared at me with complete and utter hatred. I seriously thought he was going to jump me then and there.

"This is the princess's birthday, it is a joyous occasion. Such anger and sibling bitterness have no place here. Please, put your differences aside and call a truce." The queen demanded.

I sighed and held my hand out. I couldn't say 'no' to Queen Emily. "I'm sorry if I insulted you."

The demigod roughly took my hand. He smirked and glanced meaningfully at the scratch on my breast. It was his way of inconspicuously telling me he was going to seriously mess me up later.

I tried not to wince as he tightly squeezed my hand. "I'm sorry if I offended you. It was uncalled for." He said briskly like the words left a disgusting taste in his mouth.

After a moment he released my hand and we glared at each other in silence.

"See, was that so bad?" Queen Emily asked. "Brothers and sisters shouldn't be enemies. You're family; you should be looking out for each other. Not trying to destroy each other."

The queen means well but she's been raised in a peace loving light city that hasn't been to war or had any serious problems in over a hundred years. She doesn't understand that some people like, Anarchy, enjoy making others suffer.

"You're absolutely right. A thousand apologizes for our behavior, your majesty." Anarchy said charmingly to the queen. "We were acting like children. It's just my sister and I haven't seen each other in so long and we sort of left a few things unresolved. We certainly never expected so see each other here, so that caught us off guard. That is still no excuse for such childish behavior."

"I understand, my sister and I had a few squabbles in our time. She could be such a pain, goddess rest her soul." The queen responded kindly. "Let's continue on with the festivities, shall we? My love, are you ready to give Chloe her birthday speech?"

King Peter was looking at me with a puzzled expression but he shook it off and grinned at Princess Chloe. "Of course."

He stood up and raised his glass. Everyone immediately quieted down.

I am sure the speech was wonderful and inspirational but I was too pissed off at Anarchy's presence to pay attention. What the hell was he doing here? I have a lot of brothers and sisters that I avoided like the plague but I found it too coincidental that I would run into my half-brother on Earth. He was pretty high up on my list of enemies. We have hated each other since childhood.

My father isn't always loyal to my mother. He has had numerous affairs and they weren't always with goddesses. Anarchy's mother is a dragon and I teased him relentlessly for it. Any hatred he has for me is justified. I was not a very good person as a goddess. I tormented him for my own amusement. I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt for everything I had done to him. I hated human emotions. It was time to get extremely drunk so I wouldn't feel them anymore.