I possessed a secret—one that would undoubtedly destroy the very foundations of belief. But this was Olympus, almost every being harboured such a secret. It would be remiss of me to presume my situation was unique. Yet remiss I shall be, for my situation was unique.

I appeared at the entrance of Athena's temple the very next day she was born with nothing but a writing on a cloth that read "Offering" and a birthmark on my wrist shaped into the number seven. It was how I came to be called Seven and I did so love it for it meant completeness and perfection—everything my immortal life was not. The Olympians believed Athena to be the goddess of wisdom and information for she had emerged from Zeus's head and thus was bestowed the great gift of clarity. How easily gods could be blinded to the truth despite being the most powerful beings ever created. Athena never achieved wisdom through Zeus's skull—she achieved it through me. I was the true goddess of wisdom, the unity of the four corners of the world, the bridge between wrong and right, truth and lies, riches and poverty. But many knew me not for I existed only to make Athena excel. Become the wisdom she never possessed and watch her take all the credit. I, a powerful goddess, created only as a gift for another goddess. Surely, fate was cruel.

I longed for one day of freedom to do as I pleased, not amongst the self-righteous Olympians, but amongst the mortals who fascinated and perplexed me so. They foolishly sought after riches, success and fame. With the little time bestowed upon their life threads, I would think they'd be more careful with their manner of living it. Yet their small minds could not comprehend this. For some unfathomable reason, they considered power and riches never-ending reserves for happiness. Yet Zeus's life begged to differ, for he possessed all these and more, yet remained a miserable old fool, fathering other miserable fools every moon. But there was one thing I could not fault mortals for—their relentless hope. Even when the odds were staggeringly against them, they continued to hope. Just as I vainly hoped that Fate would one day smile upon me.

After several moons, I talked myself into stealing the teleportation ring from Athena's treasure room while she prayed, and fashioned myself one of those strange contraptions mortals called a backpack. Then I created a School ID with the name Seven Freeman. Next, I adorned a red dress—knee-length with floral patterns and envisioned myself in their realm. My body felt as though it was breaking into a million pieces and becoming one with the air. There was a loud buzzing sound as electric waves enveloped me, dancing around swiftly until all I could see was black. Then it all disappeared and my feet landed on the soft floor. The noise was the first thing that caught my attention. The second thing was the big blue poster with shiny elements attached to the symmetrical building that read Alderman High School PROM 2021!! Oh. This was the festival where mortals behaved like Dionysus himself had cast a spell on them. Lots of dancing, lots of singing, lots of drinking, lots of carnal relations.

I ventured into the fine establishment and admired almost everything I laid my eyes upon, starting from the decorations. The girls looked radiant in long, shiny, revealing dresses that would make Aphrodite's wardrobe choice look like child's play. The boys were equally appealing in black tuxedos and polished shoes. For a while, I observed more than I participated and was not disappointed. However I soon grew weary and sought a quiet place upstairs in a small room to rest my aching muscles. I was immortal—not immune to exhaustion.

"Bonnie! There you are," a dark-skinned young mortal called, walking directly towards me. I rose from my seat and took a fighting stance in the event that he attempted to attack me. But he did not. Instead, his hands followed the curves of my body affectionately, cupping my neck. With ease, he pressed his lips against mine. They were soft and warm, and they moved with a volume of passion that transcended all the works of Eros. He released me slowly, but all I could do was stare. He was handsome from the depth of his dark eyes to the gentle expressions on his face. He was handsome from the loving way in which he gazed upon me to the touch of his skin upon my own. I stiffened. My first kiss was with a mortal. A mortal who insulted me.

“How dare you refer to me as a rabbit?”

He laughed, rich and full. "You're immensely cuter than a rabbit." Then he reached for my nose and pinched it. Something was horribly wrong. Why was he acting as though he knew me?

“Are we acquainted?”

He laughed again. "Very."

"I do not think so."

He narrowed his eyes and took my hands in his. I hated to admit it but I loved how he randomly reached for me. "This one of your pranks again, Bonnie?”

"Refrain from calling me that, Mortal. My name is Seven, goddess of—”

"Pretty sure your name is Bonnie May Andrews, my girlfriend. And I’m Winner, your boyfriend," he snaked his hand behind my back and drew small circles at the base. By the Cauldron, this mortal was incapable of keeping his hands off me. Yet I did not mind. I had never been touched so brazenly. Never been this wanted. Of course it was not truly me he wanted. Clearly, I merely looked exactly like his Bonnie. But his attentions were too euphoric to turn away, so I decided to play along.

"Is that so?"

“Yes, you Trickstar,” he leaned in and kissed me again, intensely, honestly, and with a gentleness that warmed my toes. "The formal English totally turns me on, by the way,” he said into my mouth, “Could you do it again, please?"

I smiled. Not only was this mortal beautiful, loving, and attentive, he found me irresistible. I wished I were truly Bonnie... I could be! I did resemble her, and I was wise enough to pull this off. Perhaps it was my turn to be loved. Perhaps Fate was finally being merciful. I could not squander this opportunity.

Ironically, I would be doing to Bonnie what Athena did to me. So be it.
Whomever the real Bonnie May Andrews was, she would have to disappear.

a/n: here I go again w my sadistic cliffhangers lemao🙈 vote if you secretly love em.

p.s — honorable mention for the "legends in love" contest hosted by WattpadShortStory
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