nephthys zontini, eleven {cb/fin}

Crowns and crows, beetles, and battles. You have lived through everything, as you are a god. Your parents brought you up to think that everyone should bow down to you and your family, as you are gods. And you bought right into their words. Your beauty and strength certainly made you believe more. As you aged you got more beautiful, silky black hair and chocolate eyes. A gifted runner and climber, you thought you were invincible. But life has a way of biting you in the ass. One of the kids you taught a "Lesson" with a bucket, fire, and a rat, gave you a lesson of his own. Jumped you on your way home, kicked you senseless. You came home bloody and afraid, you thought you were invincible, but you found out that you were just merely meat and bone. But that didn't stop you from believing. 

You

Declared

War.

Gods and goddesses had war, why can't you? That boy is not about to be teached of lesson about life, but a lesson about death. Maybe next time someone will think to not mess with a goddess.