A.N. This is my rewritten story of 'The Days That Never Came'! Welcome, new readers! Welcome back, old readers!

Disclaimed.

Hestia sighed in exasperation as she watched the scene play out in front of her.

"HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY DAUGHTER TO THE UNDERWORLD!"

"MOTHER RHEA LOVED ME BEST!"

"YOU ONLY WEREN'T EATEN BECAUSE YOU LOOK LIKE A ROCK, ROCK-FACE!"

"ATHENS IS MINE, POSEIDON! GET OVER IT!"

"YOU CHEATED ON ME AGAIN?!"

"I'M NOT YOUR LITTLE SISTER!"

Hera seemed to come to her senses, "Zeus, do something about this!"

Zeus feebly stood up, "Everybody shut up!"

Nobody stopped.

"Oh well, I tried,"

"Get back up there!" Hera nudged him.

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" he sounded very German.

"Dude," Apollo looked at him, "Did you slip into a German accent?"

The two very mature members of the Big Three, Poseidon and Hades, thought the moment was best to burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Hey," Zeus turned to them, "Shut up,"

They continued laughing.

So, powered by anger, Zeus leapt upon them and started an all out brawl.

"This is so going on Hephaestus TV," said man stood up.

"Youtube here I come!" Hermes whooped.

"Annabeth," Percy looked back at her, amused, "Look what's on Hephaestus TV!"

"What?" Annabeth smiled while looking at the screen, her smile dropped, "What."

"Dad!" Percy complained.

The room filled with beautiful golden light, and then, like an angel, Mother Rhea landed on the floor.

"Um..." Zeus looked around, "What are you doing here, Mother?"

Rhea tried to calm her expression, "I've been watching you gods," she looked around the room, "All of the Solstice, you guys behave like children!"

"But we're not," Poseidon looked around the room, "So your estimation was wrong,"

Athena sighed angrily, "That's not true, Barnacle Beard, but good job on the big word!"

"Yeah," Hestia spoke up, "You guys really do have behavior problems,"

Hermes tried to shake it off, "Behavior problems, pfft. We're angels!"

He and Apollo smile brightly.

"Of all the times I seemingly have to scold you," Rhea talked to herself, "Why is this taking so long?" she re-directed her attention, "Since you gods act so much like children, you will be children. Dionysus, you will work full-time at the camp until I say otherwise,"

Dionysus suddenly woke up, "What?"

"You heard me,"

"Oh, man, it wasn't a dream," he fell back asleep, dreams plagued of all the upcoming work.

"Who will take after our jobs?" Athena looked for an exit, "I mean, we can't let still-untrustworthy minor gods take over! Also, all of us, children? That's a rather loose definition, who would take care of us? Where would we get money? Who can we trust? What would become of our powers?"

"ATHENA!" Rhea slammed her hands down in exasperation, "Enough, I've got it worked out! Everyone, will draw sticks, the mortal way, and I'll judge the ages based off of that!"

"Will other gods be in our age group?" Artemis wondered, looking at Apollo, "Or will we be alone?"

"Well..." Rhea thought about the details, "Most likely, everyone will be alone in there age group,"

"So," Hermes looked at her pockets, "Stick drawing?"

"Yep,"

"But I'm the unluckiest person in the world!" Hades complained.

"Whatever," Aphrodite looked up from her computer.

"What are you looking at, babe," Ares leaned over.

"New clothing for children," Aphrodite smiled.

So, the sticks were drawn.

Zeus drew the biggest stick.

Demeter drew the next.

Poseidon then got the next biggest.

Then Hera.

Athena was after that.

Apollo and Artemis got the next biggest, and weren't happy about it at all.

Hephaestus then.

Next Ares.

Aphrodite got the next.

Then Hestia.

Hades was the last.

"Told ya so," Hades crossed his arms childishly.

"Wow, dude," Hermes laughed.

"Of our powers," Zeus thundered dramatically.

"Drama Queen," Hades and Poseidon high-fived.

"Powers will be limited," Rhea thundered back, "But the powers will be untraceable by monsters, Hecate had been working on it. As for who will take your place, I'll be there, keeping all the minor gods in line, sounds good?"

"Well," Athena turned into a smart-aleck (A.N. I don't like cursing anytime, because I don't know who's reading this. Aleck, means a**), "It doesn't, but we really don't have a choice, do we?"

"But," Rhea started to explain again, "You will be affected by things that you normally aren't of. It wouldn't be funny if it happened to someone you hate," she looked all of the gods in the eyes, "So if I here you make fun of a god because something that happened to them, I will be hearing about it,"

Rhea burst into light again, and the gods fell unconscious.

Some magic took place.

Chiron smiled, "Welcome back, Dionysus,"

"AHHHHH! IT WASN'T A DREAM!"

All the other gods woke up to a scream.

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