Athena is said to be the smartest and the one with more courage than the other gods.

Ares is said to be the strongest among the gods.

Apollo is said to be the most accurate shooter among the gods, right along his sister.

But those three were competitive, they wanted to be the best at everything, but after three thousand years, none of them had pulled ahead of each other.

Ares has strength but he does not think as much as the others.

Athena is still the smartest one and most athletic of the gods.

Apollo still has no one who can beat him when it comes to riddles and shooting a target from two hundred feet away.

When they work together, they're unstoppable, the perfect team. Nothing beats strength but brains, brute strength can over power someone who doesn't know how to fight. But range is important against strength, the further you are away from the person, means you got the better the chance of winning against them.

Those three will never learn to work together, they're too proud to do so, but only if they absolutely have to, they will put aside their differences and work together.

The same thing can be said about their children, but those children have a mortal parent that was either the biggest impact on their life or the worst. Each of these gods have a lot of kids, some of these kids live up to twenty, most die before that age. Lucky ones live a full life, but they won't live it peacefully. There isn't a single time in their life where they are at peace...Only when they pass will they feel true peace.

Three children of the same age with the same pasts meet, but they do not understand one another. Because of their Olympian parent, they do not trust each other.

The past is the key to knowing someone, but a lot of people would rather leave the past behind and forget it ever happened. But for Demi-gods it's who they are.

Connecticut, Windsor ~ 1:30 PM

One of the three is a girl that just turned twelve, her name is Alice valentine. Alice was born on November 16th, 1993. She spent most of her life making friends and leaving them without a word, this is natural for Demi-gods, but she didn't know she was one of them, as smart as she was she couldn't figure out why she could see these things while others thought she was crazy.

Alice has grey stormy eyes, these eyes sometimes scare people, but once you get to know her, you'll forget about her eyes. She's athletic, and what some say she's attractive. Her long honey blonde hair is usually braided over her shoulder. Today she was attending a boarding school called Loomis Chaffee, it is located in Connecticut, Windsor.

The current class she was in, was history, the old buildings throughout history fascinated her. From the designing on the windows to the designing on the floor tiles, she was amazed by all of it, someday she wishes to design something like that, but she would want it to be remembered forever, just like Leonardo Da Vinci's paintings, they're both beautiful and just flat out amazing.

Alice was looking through a history book on ancient ruins, in Rome there was a lot of them, the largest Amphitheatre in the world is the Colosseum. Construction began under the emperor Vespasian in AD 72, and was completed in AD 80 under his successor and heir Titus. 'I can't believe something like this has been around for almost a thousand years.' Alice thought.

"Eh em!" Alice's history teacher cleared his throat, "Alice, would you mind telling me the answer to this question?" He asked.

Alice looked up from the book, on the board read, 'What city is the oldest on Earth? Approximately how many years old is it?' Alice racked her brain, "Uh…" She stumbled on her words, Alice was more interested in the architecture than the actual history behind it, even if she knew it was important to learn that too. The more she was pressured, the more the words on the board seem to disappear, 'Not again…' She thought.

"I'm waiting." Mr. Henson said impatiently.

Everyone was looking at her with smiles on their faces. Her cheeks started to heat up, when she's put in the spotlight, she cannot answer the questions she is asked. Alice remembered reading something like this in one of the books in the library. "Only makes sense you only got looks." Someone whispered beside Alice, she glared at the person. The girls sometimes make fun of her when she gets flustered like this.

Alice glared daggers at her and said, "Damascus, Syria is one of the oldest parts of the world. Or one of the oldest cities in the world, with evidence of habitation dating back at least 11,000 years." Alice looked back at the teacher and smiled, "Correct." Mr. Henson said and continued his lecture.

Alice lived in dorm five in room ten. When she entered she fell face first into her bed, "Why does she always have to say something? Why can't she leave me alone?" Alice asked herself. She turned and stared at the ceiling, "Mom…Why weren't you around when I was born?"

Wisconsin, Milwaukee ~ 4:48 PM

In a small house in Milwaukee was a boy named Max Baxter, growing up was a little hard for him, because he was never gifted with intelligence or any talent, but instead he was marked a delinquent as soon as people laid their eyes on him.

His jet Black spiky hair didn't help him either, the only thing that stood out for Max was is light green eyes. Max turned twelve two months ago. Max was born on September 7th, 1993.

Despite everything everyone told him, he still tried his best. Although it rarely worked out for him, his mother is an ex-pro wrestler. She quit due to injury seven years ago, "How many schools are you going to get kicked out of?" She asked Max, he shrugged, "It's not my fault, they started it."

Because of his looks, other boys often called him out and try to fight him, surprisingly enough he was good at fighting than anything else. "So what? You could have not fought them, they would be the ones in trouble right now, not you!" His mom shouted, Max looked away, "It's not my fault they're weak…" He murmured, "What was that?!" She yelled, Max gulped, even though she quit being a pro wrestler, she was still strong and could knock the wind out of him if he got on her bad side, "Nothing…I'm sorry." Max said.

She sighed, "What am I going to do with you?"

"Send me to a camp?" He said jokingly.

His mother tensed and gently grabbed him by his shoulders, "Would that make you happy?"

Max regretted saying that out loud, I hate thinking out loud. At this point he couldn't give her an answer. So he shrugged. She let go of his shoulders and hugged him, he was surprised at this sudden hug, when she hugs him it's when she's sad or scared. "Mom?" He said.

"Hmm?" She said and backed away, "I'm sorry, I just get sad at the thought of you going off on your own." She had a tear rolling down the right side of her cheek as she spoke.

I hate my father for leaving her alone like this, whoever he is, he doesn't deserve to be my father.

Oregon, Crescent City ~ 7:15 PM

There was a boy who used music and archery to get away from everything, he lost his mother at a young age, and his father was nowhere to be found. But he still had family, but because of his father, they treated him like an outcast. One of the younger family member's talks to him and plays with him, this boy is Henry King, he is twelve years old. The third member of this story.

Henri has short dirty blonde hair, with light blue eyes. His passion is playing the guitar, he likes singing, but he's not confident in his singing ability, so when no one is around he hums instead of singing, his voice isn't deep nor does he sound like a girl, just a regular boy.

Today Henry was walking along the shoreline of Crescent Beach, he was humming a song he made the day his mother died. It's not that he's sad or lonely, he just likes humming this song when he's in deep thought. Henry picked up a rock, the more I think about it, the more I think it's true. Henry thought.

He looked towards the ocean, and threw the rock. For each skip he said my dad is a loser and then another skip he's someone important, the rock skipped over the water ten times, a smile appeared at the edge of his mouth, should I believe a rock or my own family? He asked himself and chuckled.

He watched the sunset, Henri comes here to think and to watch the sunset, it's a beautiful sight. The different colors the sky makes when the sun is setting, just makes Henri relaxed and forget his problems.

About an hour later he turned and walked towards the road to go home.

I've been writing this for about three weeks, only because I was thinking about the names, where they're going to live, birthdays and their pasts. The next chapter might take about two weeks to write, I've been busy. Anyway, let me know what you think about this story.

Thanks for reading! I hope you all have an awesome day! And if you live in Canada, dress warm!

Rilurz~

P.s~ Average number of words per chapter will be 2,500 - 3,000 words and this story will continue onto the lost hero, and maybe all five of the HoO series