[Center][h2][color=lime]𝓐𝔃𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓪 𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][sub]Successor to Demeter | Loc: San Francisco, CA 
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Azalea had done a lot of research over the years, and as she stood there gathering herself and trying to breathe, she racked her brain for some of it. Greek mythology, Demeter, goddess of agriculture and the harvest...mother of Persephone and sibling to the more known gods and goddesses like Zeus and Poseidon, that was what she knew. She really didn't know much more, having not done much in depth research but knowing enough to look down at the sickle and have it kind of start making sense. So the Titans, or their successors really, were trying to break free from Tartarus and it was up to a bunch of random people like herself to stop them. She wondered if there was some sort of blood relation she knew nothing about, or if she had really just been randomly chosen. It would explain the familiarity she had always felt with nature and the earth. 

She shook her head as if to free herself from her thoughts and deny them at the same time. 

The Greek Gods and Goddesses weren't real, this all [i]couldn't[/i] be real. They were just stories, legends, fairy tales to tell the children and teach them how to be decent people...right? She looked back down at the weapon in her hands.

If it [i]was[/i] real, what else could she do? Her eyes turned to the greenhouses around her, she wondered...nature meant plants. 

No way...it couldn't be possible, but if it was, she was about to be kind of excited. But that could wait, should wait. She was supposed to go find the others, but where to look? 

Then, as if her thought had summoned one, she heard a voice. It was a male voice, and Azalea looked up to see a tall blonde man standing in front of her. He was...the best word was [i]pretty.[/i] He looked like a male model off of you-name-it magazine with his perfectly styled blonde hair and chiseled face as if the gods themselves had sculpted him. 

The irony. Azalea almost snorted at her inner monologue. 

[color=lime]"I'm not the most knowledgeable about Greek mythology but I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say...Aphrodite?"[/color] Azalea said in a half-teasing tone, a small smile appearing on her face and then she sighed softly and ran her free hand through her hair. 

[color=lime]"Demeter, I think, if all of this can be believed. Wait, how did you find me?"[/color] Azalea guetered to herself when saying her lineage and then shifted her expression to half-curious, half-suspicious. How [i]did[/i] he find her? And why was he fixing his hair? The mirror he was holding was ornate, ostentatious really, and Azalea found herself wondering if that was his weapon. She was kind of grateful for the sickle now, at least it was sharp, if nothing else. 

Azalea placed her hands on her hips, sickle facing outward as she looked down at the destroyed parts of the fountain. 

[color=lime]"Well, if you [i]are[/i] on the same side as I apparently now am, any clue where we need to go next?"[/color]