[Center][h2][color=lime]𝓐𝔃𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓪 𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][sub]Successor to Demeter | Loc: San Francisco, CA [/sub][/center]

The morning had dawned as normal as they came, Azalea got up and had her breakfast and coffee before heading to work at the greenhouse. Today was her day on the schedule to tend to the flowers there and cut any ready for sale, the people who worked at the flower shop she worked at were on a rotation for the greenhouse. Every worker spent one day in there a week, tending to the flowers and making sure everything was healthy and able to turn a profit. Azalea loved greenhouse day, because she loved being around flowers, anything green really. She had always loved nature and plants, had always felt an affinity for them. Flowers didn't stand you up or make fun of you in high school because you liked to talk to plants like they were people. They didn't call you a tree hugger for caring about nature, because they [i]were[/i] nature, and they couldn't talk on behalf of being plants. 

She had been tending to their many, many different types of roses when she heard it. There had been a crash outside, a loud one, and Azalea looked up with a curious expression on her face. There greenhouses, the three separate ones they had, were all kept on a private lot. There was a gate, and it had been closed, and locked as far as she knew. There was no way anyone could have gotten in, unless she'd accidentally left it unlocked. No, that couldn't be it. Hand tiller still in hand, Azalea walked around to the other side of the table she'd been at and exited the greenhouse. 

Standing in the open space in the middle of the greenhouses was a large fountain, and it had been topped with a giant winged angel, all elegant looking. Azalea hand't chosen or designed it, but she had liked it all the same. The angel was currently lying smashed on the ground, Azalea saw as she took a few steps out of the house, eyebrows furrowing as she looked up at the water fountain. The water was acting weird, taking shape, and Azalea swore she saw a hooded person holding...was that an oar? What was a hooded figure carrying an oar doing here? Azalea's mind reeled as she stood there, really unsure how to react. Her jaw dropped slightly as the water began to take the shape of...an elf? What on earth was happening?

[i]"Azalea Aster, successor of Demeter. I have chosen you because there is a grave plot, and the world needs you. The Titans plan to escape their prison, to escape Tartarus and reclaim the earth as their own. They send successors, this woman is planning to kill you. You must fight back, you must find the others, and you must save the earth. Trust your instincts, trust your fellow successors, and trust in yourself. Hurry, time is growing short. "[/i] 

What the what what? Azalea looked down as she noticed a light surrounding her hand tiller, watched it morph into a hand-held sickle that looked gold in color with a wooden handle and feathers hanging off the handle. Demeter, apparently, was the cause of that. The Greek Goddess Demeter, Azalea was apparently her successor. The redhead couldn't bring herself to wrap her head around it, it seemed too far-fetched and yet there she stood with a weapon in her hands that had just appeared randomly while some woman with an oar in her hand's was planning to kill her with water elves. Shaking her head slightly, Azalea sighed.

[color=lime]"Well crap, here we go, I guess,"[/color] She said and rushed forward without thinking, slashing the water and watching it explode into a bunch of tiny bubbles that rained down on her a second later. The woman with the oar in her hands thrust her hood back and gasped. Apparently, she wasn't planning on Azalea fighting back.

"You've awakened, I must inform the others," She said and then took off. Well, that was anticlimactic. Why hadn't she attacked? Azalea looked down at the weapon in her hands, the woman had said she must tell the others. So, she wasn't working alone. But then Azalea remembered what the voice in her head had said. 

[i]"Trust your instincts, trust your fellow successors, and trust in yourself,"[/i] Right, Azalea was supposed to find the others. But where was she supposed to look? She could feel a sort of tugging in her mind, and she glanced down at the sickle in her hand again. 

[color=lime]"A little more information would have been nice, but I've seen enough of these movies to know how this goes. So this weapon is like some homing device right?"[/color] She asked and then held the weapon out in front of her, expecting it to pulse or make a noise or do...something. But it did nothing, and Azalea sighed and dropped her hand back down to her side. 

[color=lime]"Thanks for that, Demeter. Ya know, you could have asked first before completely destabilizing my life. Going on some grand quest wasn't on the schedule today. Next you're going to tell me I have super powers and girl, I did [i]not[/i] sign up for that,"[/color]

Nothing, not a response, the wind was making more of an impact. Azalea ran her hand through her hair and rolled her eyes. Somehow, it was easier to talk and speak her mind when the voice didn't talk back. Azalea wasn't normally this snarky. But she also normally wasn't awoken by a Greek Goddess and told she was some hero with some grand quest to save the world. Azalea frowned, how much weirder was her life about to get?