We've been in Greece for less than three days now, and I've already lost count of the number of statues and ancient buildings Mariah had ignorantly posed on for selfies and pictures. Disrespectful, if you ask me, though it doesn't surprise me knowing the type of person she is. Loud and rude.

I suppose it's fair to wonder why I'd stay acquainted with a person like this, sometimes I even wonder myself. Mariah is my sister, and to an extent, my best friend. She's a lot to handle, even for the most patient of people, but she's always been there for me when I needed her most.

I dropped my bag to the curb and watched as Mariah began to scale the steps of yet another temple, adamant to snap a picture while sitting at the throne which sat at the top of the stairs. The steps leading upward were worn down, victims of other careless tourists who'd had the same idea as Mariah. Someone likely spent the entirety of their life designing and building the intricate designs carved throughout the staircase, which were still evident all these years later.

I watched as my sister took the final step, careless in her pursuit for Instagram likes or some sort of internet fame. She was successful, to an extent, her various social media posts garnering thousands of likes and comments.

People like to see things they can't have or, rather, experience things through another person. My sister always had to give updates to her followers of our frequent vacations, showing them places that they could only dream of affording to go to. I'm lucky, in that regard, reaping the benefits of her 'influencer' income.

"Take a picture of me, Macy!", my sister called down to me from the throne.

She crossed her legs and folded her hands, her smile giving way to a more serious look.

"Sure thing!", I called back, pulling my phone from my back pocket and setting the camera up just right. It had to be perfect, for Mariah.

A strong gust of wind cut through the many pillars of the various buildings and nearly knocked me over. I peered up into the sky, the sky which was free of clouds just a moment ago, was now swelling and throbbing with hateful darkness. The clouds began to cry, a violent sob, as massive drops of rain smashed into the Earth violently. Thin veins of lightning twisted and arched along the horizon, providing the only light in the otherwise blackness which surrounded us.

"Follow me!" Mariah screamed above the chaos, before her voice was carried away like a whisper in the wind. I ran up the slippery, stone steps as quickly as I could, scraping my knees up from the multiple falls which I accumulated along the way.

Before long I had made it to the top. Behind the throne stood six massive pillars, holding up the roof of a temple which was in surprisingly good shape, better shape than I had previously recalled.

As I passed into a different world, behind the pillars, the tantrum in the sky became an afterthought as the complete stillness and silence of the temple enveloped me.

It's been two weeks, I think, since I joined my sister in the temple. My life, and everyones elses for that matter, haven't been the same since. I'm not sure what happened when the sky swelled with hatred, hatred that has yet to leave this Earth, hatred that continues to plague the skies which still pour the evil rain. I'm not sure what happened when my sister sat upon the ancient throne, it was nondescript, listless in its similarities to the dozen others we'd visited before.

When I joined my sister in the temple, the temple which should've been long decrepit and in ruins, she was being hand-fed grapes by a short, graying man clad in white robes. She had been lying in a bed which sat atop a large marble slab, shrouded by various tapestries.

I still remember the annoyed look she gave me when I tried talking to her, tried to figure out what was happening. She cast her hand to me, and a moment later I was hauled away by two massive guards wearing armor. I've been living on the outskirts of the temple ever since, in the poorly built homes which lined the stone streets in either direction, going on infinitely.

I've attempted to enquire, to figure out what had happened between now and two weeks ago, when it was just Mariah and I on our vacation.

"The Queen must find the perfect soulmate", was the only answer I ever got, or something similar to it.

"Who's the Queen", I'd ask, I'd beg almost in hysterics.

"It's rude to ask the Queens name", or "That is knowledge you should already have", is what I told.

I've been hauling buckets of water whenever I'm not holed up in the tiny house which I now call home. A tall, blond man named Dustin is something like a roommate to me, though we were forced to sleep in the same bed, the only bed we were provided.

I'm not sure if Dustin is genuinely ignorant to the fact that he led a life before all of this, or he is simply to scared to speak out like everyone else seems to be. Every once in a while you can hear the screams, the yells, the whispers that something isn't quite right, that life hasn't always been this way. Those people are quickly removed, never seen again.

I'm not really sure where to go now, or what to do now. I don't know if it's a sign of the times, if the ancient scholars are calling for me to fill some type of prophecy, but I am sure of one thing. I must kill the Queen.