Divisium || The Rise of Olympia.

The Beginning Of The End.

Felicity sat at a corner table in the bustling cafeteria, the noise of laughter and conversation swirling around her like a storm. In front of her, a tray of uninspired food lay untouched—a limp salad, overcooked pasta, and a suspiciously gray meatloaf. She pushed the tray away, feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration.

The cafeteria was a kaleidoscope of vibrant energy, where her classmates- Divinities with their radiant powers—shared stories of their latest adventures, their voices rising in harmony. Yet here she was, an island of solitude, surrounded by the chaotic hum of connection that only emphasized her isolation.

As she watched a group of Naiads at a nearby table, their laughter ringing like chimes, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. They effortlessly drew in others, their charisma lighting up the room. Felicity's heart sank a little deeper. She had never been one to conform to the expectations of her peers, and sitting alone with her tray of lackluster food felt like a conscious rejection of a world that didn't quite accept her.

With a sigh, she turned her gaze to the window, watching the sunlight filter through the trees outside. In that moment, the mundane cafeteria felt more like a cage than a place to nourish her body. She picked up her fork, poking at the food, but the thought of consuming it felt like surrendering to a reality she wasn't ready to accept. So she let the tray sit there, a silent testament to her refusal to blend in, even in the simplest of ways.

Felicity had always felt a sense of unease around Naiads, the water nymphs who effortlessly embodied grace and beauty. Their laughter seemed to dance like sunlight on water, yet to Felicity, it felt hollow, echoing with the whispers of a world she could never quite enter. Unlike her peers, who reveled in the enchanting allure of their divine heritage, Felicity perceived a cruel undercurrent in their carefree demeanor.

As a child, she had watched a group of Naiads weaving intricate stories from droplets of water, captivating her classmates with tales of splendor and adventure. They effortlessly drew others in, their magic shimmering like the surface of a river. Yet, Felicity felt invisible in their presence, a mere shadow against their vibrant light. Their effortless charm only deepened her loneliness, amplifying her sense of inadequacy.

Moreover, Naiads had a tendency to be dismissive of those without divine lineage. Felicity had overheard them gossiping, their laughter turning to derision as they speculated about the "poor mortals" who couldn't wield magic or command nature. This callousness stung, reinforcing her belief that they viewed her kind as lesser beings—an attitude that made her wary of their seemingly enchanting world.

To Felicity, the Naiads represented everything she felt she could never be: effortlessly beautiful, effortlessly connected to nature, effortlessly adored. Their presence was a reminder of the distance between her and the divine, and the longing for acceptance that often spiraled into frustration. As she navigated her own path, the Naiads became a symbol of the divide she struggled to bridge, leaving her determined to carve out her own identity, far from their shimmering waters.
All they did was host parties at the beach. However, Felicity still grasped for their love. Their attention. She felt numb.

Felicity's stomach rumpled as she unburied the notification she was in the holding room for The Catalyst, which is the ceremony when they remove all the eighteen year olds from the camp and put them into the Divisiums. She picked at her bumpy, olive skin. It was covered in splotchy beauty marks and acne. Felicity felt the sweat beads roll down her forehead and onto her nose, and eventually onto the table below her. She felt stressed. The ceremony was when they were split into teams and put into puzzles, mind games and tests pertaining to each god. The time clicked down, down, down. She watched the clock in front of her door a full spin. Feeling like she didn't even blink once.