"It's best not to delay it any longer," Jin drilled into my head this morning at breakfast. 

That's why I'm flying, my horned wingtips brushing Yoongi's black feather tips. My wings were so long, Yoongi tells me that when I sleep I cover myself with them like a bat does with their wings. 

"It's here!" Yoongi shouted at me. Then he dived down. I followed in his wake. 

The sparkling blue Scandinavian ocean was so pretty. The ground was nearing. There was no evidence of civilization here. Yoongi landed on a protruding rock. I rolled to a stop beside him. This time, it didn't hurt. Yoongi sat at the edge of the rock, looking out to the ocean. He leaned his back on the rock wall, his legs dangling over the water. I sat beside him.

"Do you know how to swim?" Yoongi asked quietly.
"Yes, why?" I asked, puzzled.
"The Prophet said you would learn to swim," Yoongi said as he looked into my eyes with soft eyes.

"Well, it means metaphorically, I guess," I shrugged, "it feels weird, knowing that I'm fighting good. Does that make me Evil? Won't I fail? Isn't that what people say?"

"My naive girl, you're looking at it wrong"

"What do you mean?"
"There is no Good and Evil, Right or Wrong because they change, a lot"

"But-"
"There is only what there is. We are not Evil, we are just the Inferno. Nothing more"

"So I'm just fighting Life?" I asked confused. Yoongi grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at him.

"You are fighting a force that creates life. That force can and will be replaced by another. You are a force that makes sure people die. Without each other, things cannot go on normally. It'll be chaos. That's why you have to get rid of the tyrant Life. Another will replace him," Yoongi told me fiercely, "But I will make sure that no one, no one at all, replaces you, My Queen." Then he placed his lips on mine.

HE EFFING KISSED ME. I could feel his arms around my waist and lower back. I could feel the softness of his lips. My hands were around his neck. I don't want this to stop. 

When we finally broke for air, he just looked at me with that weird look that I've seen before a couple times. 
"About those marriage plans..." He started. I giggled (this shows how severe this situation was. I've only giggled exactly once in my life; that was for a play). 

Suddenly, there was a clapping noise. We turned to see a frankly beautiful woman dressed in the prettiest blue silk dress I have ever seen. She had curly blonde hair with tiny streaks of brown and was in a messy bun. She had smoky eyes of a model and was as tall as one. Actually, every feature of hers was a perfect model. A perfect Greek model.

"That's Aphrodite or Venus, they're both similar," Yoongi whispered in my ear.

"That's very romantikos," Aphrodite said. I'm guessing she's Aphrodite from the Greek she's spouting. I'm guessing romantikos meant romantic in English. I'm learning Greek, okay?
"What do you want?" I shouted in Greek. She screamed something in Greek. I only caught "I want", "pity he's not my type, I would (what I'm guessing is spare) him", and "too skinny."

"She just called you too skinny for her type, Yoongi" I whispered to him, he was obviously ignorant to Greek.

"Dammit, I'll show her masculine," Yoongi stretched his wings out, almost hitting me in the face.

Aphrodite screamed an Ancient Greek command and out of nowhere, harpies arose.

This was gonna be just fun.