Prologue

In the outskirts of Long Island Sound, New York; a man and woman sat across from each other in a café called Little Italy. The woman was drinking tea, while the man drank coffee; both of them know that their meeting was very urgent

The woman was dressed in a white blouse with a long blue skirt; she wore a light blue jacket, and wore blue heels. Her long blonde hair looked wavy and her eyes are like a kaleidoscope turning from brown, grey, and blue; her skin was Caucasian hinted with bit of a tan other than that it was fair and smooth.

The man was dressed in a pinstriped blue suit, his pants was matching the suit. His hair was mostly choppy white hinted with a bit of grayness, his eyes are like the storm clouds grey and unmoving, and his skin looked a little pale.

They both were old friends, talking from time to time. But today they were to discuss something the woman came up with as an idea.

"I kind of like her," a woman said. "She seems like the right person to date the blacksmiths son."

"Are you crazy?" the man said. "Do you know he has what she fears most?"

The woman sighed. "Of course I do, but why don't we discuss that with him?"

"Let's not," the man said. "If we discuss it with the boy, his father would know it was us who plotted this."

"Fine, have it your way," the woman said in defeat.

The café Little Italy was across a high school. The two have been sitting there ever since the start of school talking about the weather and their daily lives. Two o'clock, the bell ran and the children began to board the bus, get a car home, or walk. The woman looked was trying to find a girl in the crowd, the man followed her search.

"Ah," she said. "There she is."

A girl at the age of fifteen walked out of the building; her short wavy black hair was blowing, her tan skin was smooth and flawless, and her dark black eyes twinkled like the stars. The girl was sporting a leathered jacket with a blue blouse and blue pants with some grease? Her messenger back was designed like an army jacket, bullet proof. In her arms she was carrying a notebook and some schematics she drew in class.

"Her?" the man said. "I'd most definitely say she would suit the blacksmith's son."

"I knew you would agree," the woman said delightfully. "Apollo has told me that girl would meet him."

"Tch, fine but I don't like this idea Aphrodite," the man said.

"Pish posh, I know that girl has been dreaming of him Somnus," Aphrodite said in a flirty tone.

"I'll help, but this stays a secret between us," Somnus said.

"Deal," Aphrodite said handing out her hand.

Somnus reach out and shook her hand; the deal has been sealed and put away. Somnus left the table and walked away, Aphrodite sat there watching the girl with her kaleidoscope eyes.

"Chrystal Anne Drakos," Aphrodite muttered. "I can't wait to see you."