Prologue
I’m Victoria Stake and I’m a Naiad, or a water elf in simpler terms. I’m having one of the worst days in my one thousand five hundred thirty-one years of existance. For starters, my brother drives me into a wall. Second, I’m in hiding from the C.I.A who wants to hunt my friends and me down and study us. Why I don’t know, but it can’t be for the good of the world. To wrap it all up, I’m being forced to kill one of my friends. I don’t really WANT to kill him, but I can’t exactly stop it. At the moment any way. I truly love being a Naiad, at this moment though, it’s not all beach parties and fruit smoothies. How did I end up here? To a point where killing one of my friends is my only choice? Well, everything started out fairly normal. Then, everything changed all because of a need. A need for power.
Chapter 1
I Kill the Coffee Table
I Kill the Coffee Table
Dang this sucks, I thought to myself.
“YOU are the one who didn't listen to me. If you had you might have won!” Thanos pointed out.
Thanos, who was inside my head because we’d angered Morgana, is my boyfriend, (he’d proposed but I hadn’t gotten a chance to tell him my answer). Morgana had been a powerful witch four hundred years ago. She’d been intrigued by him, and he had spurned her. To retaliate, she’d tried to kill me, his love. I think Morgana had been trying to make the statement: ‘If I can’t have you nobody can!’ Instead, he had killed her and saved my life. She’d casted a spell though, in the last moments of her miserable life, that imprisoned him inside my mind. Now we were trying to find a counter-spell to break it.
“Oh can it, I don't want to hear it.” I thought back to him, (and yes, I could have told him my answer to his proposal, but I wanted to do it to his face.) I'd just been blasted into a wall by Nathan, my brother, who was a sorcerer; we do battle training every day, so being thrown into a wall was the norm for me. I call Nathan, Nate for short, though Thanos calls him a number of unkind names that he wishes I used more often.
I made my way toward my room. My scythe over my shoulder, my weapon of choice that I could make double-bladed with water by freezing it in to a blade, plus I got the bonus of making Thanos happy. I was proud to wield my scythe, it had been a gift from Thanos. Thanos’ scythe, that he had dropped when he’d been sucked into my head, was in my closet, waiting for the day he’d wield it again. I couldn’t wait to see him again. When we finally got him out the first thing we planed on doing was going to the basement. We were going to fight Sarah and Xavier’s critters. Xavier is Sarah’s boyfriend. They’ve been dating for the past two hundred years, and Thanos and I have been dating for the past four hundred, the past two hundred years he has been trapped in my head.
Xavier is a Shadow Shifter, and Thanos’ best friend. He’d been looking for Thanos when he and Sarah had met. Being me, I’d told Sarah and Xavier that Thanos was currently stuck in my head. I hadn’t quite thought through all of the consequences of that choice. Sarah had panicked. Her hair had, literally, exploded, destroying the inn we’d been staying at. (We hadn’t been invited to the grand re-opening.) I’d booked it outside, Xavier had hid in the shadows of the inn, which had protected him, keeping him alive. Sarah had freaked about Thanos and Xavier hadn’t helped when he had explained his powers either. He became a shadowy black panther or a shadow, depending on what the situation called for. He could also manipulate shadows to do what he wished. Imagine my surprise that a few days after the Inn Incident to find out that they were dating. I’m glad Sarah has him, she needs someone who can handle her fire as well as respect her... without fear.
I thought about trying to find a book in the library. Maybe I’d missed something about a way to get Thanos out. My stomach didn’t agree with that plan though, so I turned around and made my way toward the kitchen. Arguing the whole way with Mr.Should-Have-Listened-to-Me. I was getting madder by the minute. Nate and I almost always ended up in a stale mate, today was no different. I grabbed my water bottle and gulped down some water.
“I’m going to kill him.” I mumbled, this time out loud for some satisfaction. I heard a yelp and my head whipped toward the sound. It was my friend Walter, who was ducking behind the island, his short, dark brown hair and goat horns poking over the edge. Walter is a satyr, half-goat, half-man with eyes that were the color green of a leaf when sunlight shone through it. His dad is a centaur, half-horse, half-man; and according to Walter his dad is a little disappointed that he isn’t a centaur. Sarah and I are a unclear as to how Walter was a satyr and his dad a centaur, but both are video game addicts. Not that I can point fingers, I have Thanos in my head that I argue with, sometimes kill people because it’s their time, collect souls with, and who is stuck in my head for the time being. Compared to me, the two of them seem almost normal. Almost.
I smiled, “Hi Walter.” I said cheerfully. I watched as Walter hurried out of the room. My mind was momentarily distracted with concern for Walter. I shrugged, hoping it was nothing to worry about. I grabbed a pear that we’d just gotten and bit into it, pulling three water balls up from the sink to play around with as I did. I left the room, messing around with the balls that I’d pulled up around me. I saw Sarah standing in the center of the foyer, looking at the hallway that led to the living-room and our bedrooms. The tile I’d just put in, which was an off-white color, looked like it was about to start melting.
“Sarah, you and I may be able to survive the temperatures we can create, but the tile can’t.”
“What? Oh! Sorry about that Tori, I know you just put these in.” Sarah said apologetically.
I laughed, “Don’t worry, they lived and I had leftovers, so we could have fixed it if we needed to.”
Sarah laughed as I watched her cool down and regain control of her hair. Sarah is an Ignous, or a fire elf, with strawberry blonde hair, gray-blue eyes and was only a couple of inches shorter than me. (I don’t mention the height difference often for a couple of reasons, one: I like my jeans in their current condition... without scorch marks. Two: I like my skin unmarked.) She’s my best friend, and we have a mind connection. All elves can create mind connections, but only if they are the same type. It also annoys Nate and Walter when we beat them in training, they don’t know about this handy connection and just think that we have really good hand signals, or some secret girl language. Sarah glanced back at the hallway, concern lining her face. Taking a peek into our mind connection, I learned that she was uneasy. I felt my mad on it’s way back, but Sarah’s concern slowed it’s progress.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Walter just ran into me. He looks kinda...” Sarah searched for the right word.
“Skittish, nervous, paranoid?”
“No, more like wary. I don’t know about what though.”
“Oh. I really hope he’s okay. Do you think he had one of his dreams again?”
“It’s possible. Do you think he would tell us if he did?”
I looked at her with a Are-You-Crazy? look, “Sarah, this is Walter we’re talking about. He wouldn’t want you and me going all protective on him. So... no, he wouldn’t tell us. But I bet he went to talk to his dad.”
“I hope he did. It’s not fun to see him like that. Especially when he tries to start pulling out his goatee.” Sarah smiled, and then we both started laughing. My mad was back though. Dang it, though I wasn’t going to take it out on Sarah. Even though she wouldn’t mind if I did take it out on her.
“Tori, you and I may be able to survive the temperatures we can create, but the tile can’t.” Sarah said, repeating what I said to her earlier.
“Whoops!” I said, laughter bubbling up.
Sarah laughed, “What has you trying to freeze the tiles that you just said I couldn’t melt?” She turned serious, “Is it Thanos? Xavier and I can help. ” Sarah creates monsters of fire for me when Thanos annoys me.
“No. Nate and I just finished training. My mad just came back.” I noticed that the water balls I had going around me had frozen solid.
Understanding lit Sarah’s face, “Ah. Would you like to go beat up some fire critters? I made a new one yesterday.” She sang with a knowing look.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Okay, just send that thought my way if you change your mind.”
NOTE: Reaper's name will be changing! I just haven't found a good name yet. If you have ideas, message me! Thanos is one that I'm thinking about but there are others that I'm unsure about. I don't want to use an overdone name. 
My advise here is to break it down. For example:
