Aleka, The Fourth Fate

Aleka

Aleka sat on the burning throne, her wrists bound with chains of pure hatred, a hood pulled over her head.
In front of her flowed the River Acheron, or the River of Pain, as some called it. She could hear the wails and moans of the damned as they suffered their eternal torment for their crimes. The only sound she had ever heard come from her surroundings deep in Tartarus.
Aleka leaned back in her seat, only to have her back burned from the anger her throne was made out of. She didn't cry out, instead sighed and sat up straight, the movement causing her hood to fall back, revealing her face.
A few loose strands of her dark hair fell into her eyes, though you could still make out her beautiful features: her pale, creamy skin, her doe-shaped eyes, a deep, chocolate brown. Her slightly pale pink lips, curved like a bow.
As she sat up, she winced, not from the burns and deep gouge marks on her wrist and back, but from a searing pain in her temple.
She saw the world above, eons later, a place of billions of humans, Mount Olympus perched on a tall building in a place called New York, in someplace called America.
She frowned slightly and concentrated, and the vision zoomed forward into the throne room of the gods.
There they sat on their thrones, larger than life, bickering as they always did.
She saw images flash before her: a demigod camp, no, two camps, one Roman, the other Greek. A dragon coiled around a pine tree with something (the Golden Fleece?) hanging from a branch.
A group of demigods, seven of them, in a Greek warship flying towards Greece (a much different Greece, yet she knew that was it), a dragon masthead breathing jets of fire into the sky. Two demigods and a satyr defending a statue (The Athena Parthenos?!) from monsters.
The boy looked about fourteen, wielding a short Stygian iron blade and summoning the dead for assistance, the other, a girl, around sixteen, wearing a purple cape and gold armor, the symbols of a Roman Praetor, fending of the beasts with her Imperial Gold dagger.
The image shifted again, from the past, a past of one of these demigods, one that was on the ship, the one about sixteen or seventeen, with sea green eyes and jet black, tousled hair, but the images soon became too painful, and Aleka pulled out of them, gasping for air.
These, these battles and wars fought by teenagers? And the world they lived in.....
She took a deep breath. Well, at least she would have ample time to understand these visions. She wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime.
Little did she know the role she would come to play in these events.

Notes

Hi guys!! ☁︎ It's me, Marium. I'm soooo anxious to see if anyone is going to read this, I worked pretty hard, and SOOO EXCITED!! I probably won't get many reads but hey, I have hopes. Feel free to leave comments and your thoughts on the story so far! ☃☁︎☂☆