A/N: Idk. I've just been in a slump,but this came to mind. Hopefully I'll update every week for this story. Me and updating? We're fated to hate each other.

Headcanon: What if Dionysus kids wore amethyst rings to keep sober?

Amethyst means,"not drunk",in Ancient Greek. Back then they believed if you wore an amethyst on you or had it in your mouth while drinking you would remain sober.

A drunkard wobbled his way through an empty road. He had taken the short-cut to home without his money or shoes;the only thing on was his white tunic draped over one shoulder he went into the bar with and the laid wine stains he came out with. Of course,to him it was almost natural for him to have a wine bottle in his right hand,swaying as he swayed to the left and right.

The sun peaking over the mountains caught his attention,but not enough to make him feel like he was sober.

"I don't need your help,brother. I'm perfectly...fine...I'm the god of wine!"He slurred his words,and stopped to think out loud. He emptied the last of his wine bottle and wiped his mouth on his arm harshly. He was thinking about that mortal. He was new at being a deity,but his anger seemed to flare at the drop of a hydra head.

Without even thinking he had shattered the hand-made pottery. Not a drop of wine left. He blamed it on that mortal his time so far has gone to crap.

"I'll kill the next mortal I see",

with his barefoot he stomped on the wine cup shattered pieces dramatically. He walked over to a bush and plopped down on the ground,holding his head.

He snapped his fingers and immediately two hefty and healthy lions began to prowl around the area,indirectly watching for a person. They too were on edge. Soon enough the short-cut road would have early birds walking out to the village market.

After an hour had passed the young god, Dionysus,spotted a maiden. He fended off his tigers until she became closer to the bush he sat down in.

All of a sudden with another snap of his fingers he allowed his guardian tigers to run. She began to run as well until the drunk lad heard a rumble only he could hear for miles.

The goddess of the hunt,Artemis,had turned the maiden into a white crystal.

The young god suddenly felt sorry for allowing his anger to harm an innocent person,and got up from his position. He walked over to where the maiden had taken her last breath and cried over her crystalized state. Amethystos.

His tears were of purple wine,and when he had looked up: There it was. Amethyst in February,showing off her beautiful sparkles of purple.

Dakota was unsure of the Greek ways. His brother of the Greeks,Pollux, gave him an amethyst ring as a gift. He hadn't put it on yet,but it was tempting after hearing what Pollux had to say.

"This ring protects us from being drunk all the time. I can tell you're having problems." His older half-brother pushed a ring into his palms. He pulled out his right hand to show he had an identical ring with the exact shape and small amethyst in the middle.

Dakota looked it over,his head leaning as Pollux listened in silence. Dakota wasn't in the mood to speak after finally meeting his father at Camp Half Blood.

He never thought in a thousand years he'd have another sibling. They didn't look alike though,not even a little bit. Pollux looked like a more groomed version of Dionysus except with blonde hair,and an inch taller. Dakota was the same height of 6'0 feet,but he was more muscle than fat with black hair. Even the eye colors were different.

"I had a twin brother named Castor." Pollux brought Dakota out of his thoughts.

"You had a twin?" Dakota found it coincidental they were named after the Dioscuri. Gemini. Especially since it was Castor who died,but Dakota didn't dare to bring it up.

"Castor and I...we were best friends."Pollux looked away from Dakota,and stared out at the night sky.

"My dad-our dad",he corrected,"gave me this to give to my brother when the time was right. It didn't make any sense to me why he'd give me it when both of us were sober,but with him gone and you in the picture-",Pollux tried to keep it together. He unclenched his fist.

"I'm sorry to hear about that."Dakota didn't slur his words together this time. He was attentive.

He could see it on his older brothers face that he wanted to say that was for Castor!He could tell Pollux didn't want to talk to him much more than he did.

"Just wear the ring and take it. It keeps you sober when drinking so there's no use of wanting that feeling with it on,but if you want wine ",Pollux cupped his left hand under the right. When he flipped his right hand up Dakota saw there was a small puddle of purple wine,the amethyst on his ring only a shade of light purple.

"Whoa."Was all Dakota could say.

"That's our dads tears. "Pollux placed his right hand over his left cupped hand,and the color was restored again. The puddle gone. Dakota never really tried wine,but it must taste like heaven.

"It's your choice." After that Pollux was asked to be talked to about Greek stuff,leaving Dakota alone in the pavilion.

Now lying back in his bunks in the fifth cohort everything seemed so...sober. Like he didn't want to drink anymore kool-aid with three times the amount of sugar. He thought about his brothers fate. It seemed history repeated itself with Castor and Pollux. Dakota turned over the idea of keeping the amethyst on him. One thing for sure was that it was meant for a dead twin.

He pushed the ring down on his finger,anyways.

Perfect fit.