Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson. If I did, it would be as if Eris ruled the world. In other words, absolute chaos.
Comments: This is my first fan fiction. I prefer constructive criticism to servile flattery. Don't go easy on me. Show no mercy. Or feel the wrath of terrible cliffhangers!
My name is Athena. I am the goddess of wisdom, and warfare, and crafts. And at the present time, I wasn't too happy.
I was on Mount Olympus, the collaboration point of the gods. I was thinking about a most insecure development between my daughter and the son of Poseidon (cough) the idiot (cough). It didn't take being the smartest on Olympus to figure out they loved each other, though I doubt Poseidon knows.
If I wasn't all that smart, I would send all the fiercest monsters under my dominion to kill that kid Percy, but I know now that it would turn my daughter against me. I wouldn't take the risk. I had a plan, but I didn't really like it.
I was looking for Aphrodite. If anyone knew how to break them up, it was her. I met Ares, the god of war, in the hallway.
"You may be the goddess of wisdom, but I bet I can beat you now. Things have changed since the Trojan War." he commented, smiling and showing his yellow-as-sulfur smile. I was forcefully reminded of Procrustes, "The Stretcher".
"Go brush your teeth, Ares. Oh, and by the way, your hyperbole has no effect on an imposing personage such as I." I walked away in my best expression of supreme indifference, leaving Ares openmouthed.
I'll tell that to Aphrodite, I thought to myself. Maybe I can get her to ditch him. What an idiot. I had pretty much told him that his jibes wouldn't get under my skin, but it would probably take him several hours with a dictionary to find out, if he even remembered what I had said.
I was so preoccupied with my problem, when I ran into Aphrodite, I literally ran into her. "Aphrodite! I was looking for you. I need your help. By the way, your boyfriend is an idiot."
"I'm tired of you telling me that!" she insisted. He's not an idiot, he's just…."
"Mentally challenged?" I cut in.
"No! And besides, I don't care how smart he is, he's hot and that's all I care about." she said, sounding distant.
I mentally shook my head, amazed at Aphrodite's persistence. She and I had never gotten along since Paris gave her the golden apple a long time ago. (It's a long story. If you have time, read up on the Trojan War.)
"Well?" she snapped. "Is there something you needed me for?"
Oh yes. That.
"Yes, actually" I answered. "You know Poseidon's son Percy?"
"Yes, I know him," Aphrodite answered. "Why?"
"I need him to ditch my daughter."