Blood Binds No Souls

Blood Binds No Souls
This story is written for Distant Memory in the Stars. It's the story of Alaina Roberts, daughter of Hemera written in a Third-Person Perspective

Prologue
In a forrest, hidden from the mortal world, three people sat around a fire trying to keep warm during the winter night. The light from the flames, cast shadows, long and unrecognisable, as well as showering the surroundings with a orange light.

Out of the three, the boy stood up. His frame was well built, 170 cm of pure muscle. His hair was black as the shadows around him, but his eyes were electric blue, proclaiming him, a son of Zeus.

"Well since we're all cuddled up. Let's start the ceremony shall we?" The boy said.

"I think David's right." The girl, named Kara who sat beside the boy, said. "Alaina are you ready?"

Kara was a pretty blonde, her hair was nearly golden. Her eyes were emerald green and her skin tone honey coloured, a perfect tan. She spoke in a thick british accent.

Alaina wondered how Kara was so perfect, and she, well her dirty blonde hair was messy along with her black eyes. Alaina looked down at her skin they were pale unlike Kara's. Of course it was not fair that Kara was a daughter of Aphrodite, while she, a daughter of Hemera.

"I'm ready." Alaina replied and stood up, Kara did the same.

Kara gave Alaina a knife, heistantly she took it. David and Kara held a pair of similiar knives in their hands.

"Repeat after me Alaina. ''By the blood on my wrist..." ''David said.

''"By the blood on my wrist." ''Alaina repeated.

''"I choose to stand by my brothers. Till my life meets death. And even if death is certain. I will not beg for mercy neither will I run away." ''

Alaina repeated the words, an oath to bind her to the other two kids. They had found her when she was at her weakest. Her father dead before he eyes, running away from monsters while tears blinded her sight. They were her family now, the only family she had, she loved and trusted them and she said the oath because she wanted to, not because she was forced to.

They had given her the choice whether to bind her or not, she chose to be with them, her brother and sister in death and in life.

Alaina took the knife and carved a wound into David and Kara's skin. Both of them did the same to her skin, she winced in pain. The wound was deep, not fatal but deep enough to leave a scar. The scar was a mark of their brotherhood. David had done the same ceremony with Kara when she joined, and now they were doing it with Alaina.

Alaina looked at the soon-to-be scars on her arm, and looked at the scars on David's and Kara's arm. It marked her new life, a brother and sister and most importantly...a new family.