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"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." ...

Olympus

The sun was bright up in the sky. It shined down on Olympus, casting a nice glow on everything around the place.

Nothing else on the city was that bright, however. There was more conflict on Olympus now than there had been since the Second World War. And that was saying something.

It was mostly between the "Big Three" as the demigods called them. Hades and Zeus had lost their godly weapons, and they took it upon themselves to blame Poseidon's children. Yes, children. He had a son and a daughter with her, who were twins.

There was some debate between the gods about that. Zeus had done the same thing, albeit it being two different times with each time being in a different form. And it was rare for twins from gods to be born. They were usually powerful, almost to the point where if they were together and were both angry there was destruction around them.

No god had ever tried to find the cause, really, but it wasn't really a difficult thing to figure out. There was a guess that it was because the children were basically half of one another, where if they combined their power it would have repercussions. Almost like how Apollo and Artemis were while they were children.

A goddess stood at the door of the Throne Room of the Gods, hiding her aura as she listened to the gods. The younger gods were being ignored mostly, and she almost felt bad for them. The elder ones, mostly Poseidon and Zeus, were yelling at each other, and she wasn't sure if Hades was present or not. It didn't seem like it, because he put no input into the situation.

"Your children better bring me my bolt, Poseidon," Zeus growled, and she could tell that lightning was arcing off of his blue pinstripe suit (she supposed he wore it since that was his usual attire). "They have till the solstice to bring it, or there shall be war. They will be amongst the first casualties of it."

A three-sided war, she guessed. Hades would join in no matter what, fighting against either of his brothers. There would be no compromisation between them.

As a god, Poseidon couldn't really do much to hurt his brothers. Divine laws forbade gods from fighting each other physically or stealing the godly symbol or weapon of another deity. The only time they were allowed to fight is in sparring (training basically, but no god ever trained) and during a challenge. Those only happened when gods really wanted another being gone, or they wanted to take their position as maybe King of the Gods, which has never happened thus far.

She grinned, turning away from the doors. The demigods had little over three weeks, and they didn't even know they were demigods yet. She was sure that she could help them beforehand, train them to be stronger. With how the fate of the world depended on them, she was sure they could use it. They would be the best there was in the age. Possibly even history, if it comes to that.

Yancy Academy

Harmonie Jackson sat in her seat, watching glumly as the other kids talked loudly to one another. She sat across from her brother, Percy, and Grover Underwood.

They were currently on a trip to some Greek or Roman museum, courtesy of their disabled teacher, Mr. Brunner. He was their Latin teacher, and she considered him to be the best.

Their worst teacher was the other chaperone, Ms. Dodds. She was an old lady that looked like she'd gotten her face punched in way too many times. She always wore some type of leather jacket that was either black or dark brown. Her pants had to match, too. And she wore some dingy sneakers that it seemed she'd had for the past two years. Ugh, she hated that lady. It was like she had some personal vendetta against the two, and she was just a substitute teacher that was apparently here to stay. She'd never missed one day since the beginning of her time here after their teacher disappeared shortly after Winter Break. She used each of those to torment the two, and she practically loved Nancy Bobofit, the school bully.

She turned as she saw Nancy throw wads of her sandwich into Grover's hair, giggling noisily alongside her friends. Dodds looked back at them, her eyes narrowed at Percy.

Right now, Percy couldn't do a thing. He was on probation, from having done lots of other things. He yelled at Nancy a lot for bullying, fight with people bullying, and played pranks on others, which put him in a lot of trouble.

Percy was boiling at that time, and it was understandable. He and Grover were close, so he'd protect the kid if need be. She'd do the same if she didn't restrain herself. She tried to not get in a trouble a lot, unlike Percy, who had trouble calling his name. There wasn't a school that didn't end up with something happening because of him, and she'll admit that it was sometimes her. Like in second grade when they'd went to some other museum, and then she'd doused half their class with water by mistake when they went to touch the stingrays.

Grover was steady trying to talk him down, keep him from hurting Nancy. That was difficult in itself, and he barely ever calmed once something happened. Not immediately, anyway. He usually on calmed down when he stopped it, or, in rare cases, Harmonie calmed him.

Nancy didn't mess with her as much as she did with those two. She supposed it was because she was less annoying, even though she was in the same boat as Percy and Grover.

Thankfully the bus stopped, and they were getting off in front of the museum. She glanced at Percy, meeting his eyes. His anger dissipated a little, though she was sure that it was still there. They could feel one another's anger.

She tried for a smile at Dodds as she passed the woman, her snaky grin appearing as she did. She had to be plotting something. There was no way that grin meant nothing. They were in serious trouble.

Grover kept making suspicious glances at her, Percy, and Dodds. It was almost as if he thought they were working with the lady. But no, that woman was a demon.

Right now, they were gathered around a tall column, and the teacher, Mr. Brunner, spoke to them about it. Apparently, the thing was grave marker, called a stele, about a girl around the age of their class. He also explained what some of the carvings that were along the side of it meant.

She jerked when he called on her. Dodds narrowed her eyes as she did.

"Harmonie!" Mr. Brunner called. "Which god ruled the sea after the gods took over?"

"Uh." Which god was it? She knew so many, and many had to deal with water. "Poseidon?"

He clapped. "Yes, yes. And the skies?"

"Zeus! And he's also the King of the Gods."

She heard one of the other girls, Nancy's friend she guessed, scoffed and said, "Nerd," under her breath. She ignored it as best she could.

And who took to the Underworld?"

"Hades."

As she said it, Dodds smirked. Figured. Off course she'd like Hades. She would work for him if she could. She was a demon herself. Or to them at least. She was nice to just about everyone else.

"Can you name any of the other Olympians? Start with the older Olympians."

She wasn't sure about all of them. She was prone to forgetting their names, like that one god of wine. She always forgot who he was. She could what he represented, but not his name.

"H-Hera," she stuttered out. "And Hestia. Demeter, too!"

"Nice," Grover whispered, those he sounded nervous. Almost as if she did something wrong.

She got more confident after that. "The others are Artemis and Apollo—they're twins. Athena, the goddess of wisdom." She knit her brows together, trying to figure out the rest. "Aphrodite, the goddess of love. Hermes, the god of traveling. Ares is the god of war. And then there's, uh…" What was his name? She knew it started with a D. Hmm... "Dionysus is the last. He took Hestia's seat when she gave it up."

Mr. Brunner smiled. "Yes, that is all correct, my dear. Just know that those gods are very important."

How could some myths end up being important? She couldn't just go into a job interview and say, "I know all about the Greek gods, too! They're, like, some super strong beings that killed their own father after he ate them."

"Alright, students," the Latin teacher said, his hands on the wheels of his chair, "let's take a lunch break. We'll come back afterward. Mrs. Dodds, can you lead them outside?"

The class drifted off, and the guys were pushing each other around. They laughed loudly whenever they pushed one another into another of their classmates that weren't in on it. Thankfully, she was in the back.

Up in the skies, the clouds were gray, and it seemed as if there would be a storm. The winds were strong, too. Not strong enough to knock someone down, but worse than the normal day's wind. She was sure that it hadn't been like that before they came inside, which couldn't have been too long ago.

After a couple minutes, everybody had yet to settle. Nancy Bobofit was talking with an older lady probably in her older thirties, all the while she attempted to pickpocket the lady. She wasn't very discreet about it, but Mrs. Dodds probably didn't care. Meanwhile, the boys pelted the pigeons on the scattered around with their crackers.

She, Percy, and Grover sat on the fountain, away from everyone else. There was minimal conversation. The only thing that was asked was from Grover when he wanted their apples. Both of them gave it up

Nancy went over to Grover with what she had left for lunch. It was an untouched peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She took the two pieces of bread apart, slamming both into the boy's dark hair.

Percy started boiling with anger, and she was a little mad too. Why would Nancy do that? Grover never did anything against the girl, and she just messed with him this much.

Suddenly the water floated out of the fountain nearby, which Grover and Percy were sitting on, and Nancy was grabbed by it and pulled into the water. She gaped at it.

"PERCY PUSHED ME!" Nancy screamed. "HE PUSHED ME!" She was soaking, her clothes dripping with water.

He didn't, however. He hadn't even touched the girl. She saw the water as it was, though she was unsure of how it happened.

And then everyone else started whispering to each other. "Did you see—" "The water like—" "It grabbed her!"

The teacher made sure that Nancy was okay before she turned to Percy. "Now, honey," said Mrs. Dodds. It was what she usually said when she was about to get someone in trouble.

"I know," her brother grumbled resignedly. "Erasing workbooks for a month."

"Come with me," she said.

"It wasn't him!" she and Grover both said. Then Harmonie finished, "It was the water, I saw it!"

Grover tried to say. "It was me! I pushed her!"

But Dodds was keen on getting him in trouble. She glared so hard at him that he trembled in his spot. "I don't think so, Mr. Underwood."

She pointed at Harmonie. "You too, missie."

"What? Why me? I didn't do anything?"

"I said you too, missie."

Nancy Bobofit gave them both a smirk.

She glared sharply at the girl, turning before she could see the reaction. The twins locked eyes, conveying a silent conversation.

What did you do?

I don't know, Harmonie replied, shrugging. I just said that it was the water, not you. And then this.

You shouldn't be in as much trouble as I am, the boy said, though she wasn't sure.

She didn't reply. Instead, she focused back on their teacher. She was already inside the building, tapping her foot impatiently.

They followed her deeper into the museum, into the Greek and Roman sections. No one else was in the room.

She stood in front of the Greek marble frieze with her arms crossed, growling like dogs did. Hers somehow seemed more sinister.

"You've been giving us, honey," Dodds said, and Harmonie wasn't sure if she was addressing Percy or her.

"Yes, ma'am," her brother replied swiftly.

She tugged on her leather jacket. "Did you two really think you could get away with it?"

Get away with what? As far as she knew, she hadn't done anything. Well, that was a lie. But it wasn't really that bad. She hadn't stolen from anyone, or seriously hurt anyone.

Percy said, "I'll-I'll try harder, ma'am."

Thunder shook the building.

"We are not fools, Jacksons," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you

out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

Harmonie figured her brother didn't know what the teacher was talking about, either.

"Well?" she demanded.

"Ma'am, I don't..."

"Your time is up," she hissed.

Then the weirdest thing happened. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human. She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs.

Harmonie was so surprised that almost didn't dodge the first attack from the thing.

"Do not prolong the inevitable, girl!"

Crash! The demon flew into something, making it fall nearby. It was undeterred, continuing on her quest to kill them.

Mr. Brunner wheeled his chair into the gallery. "What ho, Percy!" He tossed a pen that transformed into a sword as it came in contact with Percy's hand. Mr. Brunner's bronze sword from the tournament.

"Watch out, Harm!" She dodged another strafe from the demon, though she felt blood slowly trickling down her right arm. She sucked in a breath as she placed her arm on the wound.

Percy blindly slashed at the monster and luckily hit it. Thankfully it didn't hit Harmonie in the process. Why didn't she get a weapon? She could have been very much capable of fighting as him. And two people with swords was better than one.

The blade went clattering against the floor as the demon came back for another swipe. Percy rolled away, dropping the sword in the process. She picked it up, and it felt good in her hands. Perfectly balanced. (As all things should be)

The flying Dodds avoided her after that. She was smart for sure. And bloodthirsty.

"Come on, Dodds!" she yelled, trying to get the monster's attention. "Don't be scared!"

Her mistake. Dodds came flying, her talons raking across her shoulder. Thankfully she raised the sword then, running it through the monster.

Golden dust fell onto the floor, and the sword shrunk back into the pen. She stared at it, wondering if Mr. Brunner's pen could always transform into a sword.

She handed the pen back to Percy, feeling the cuts burning a little. Dodds did a bit of damage to her, though it wasn't anything too serious. She hoped, at least. She couldn't be too sure, though. Her shirt had to be ripped a little, from when Dodds had raked her shoulder with her talons.

They walked back, and Nancy smirked at them. "I bet Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

She glanced at Percy, who looked equally as confused. "Mrs. Kerr? There is no Mrs. Kerr," she said. "We were with Ms. Dodds..?"

"Miss who? We've had Mrs. Kerr since January!"

"Yeah, she's been teaching pre-algebra ever since Mr. Jones left earlier this year," Grover agreed, though it wasn't very enthusiastic. She narrowed her eyes at him, and he shrunk away. That alone made her figure he was lying. This was all a ruse.

Percy went over to Mr. Brunner, probably asking about Mrs. Dodds. Harmonie knew there was no way that Mrs. Dodds wasn't real. She'd literally taught them for six months, up until she turned into some monster.

So here's the first chapter of my rewrite of "Long Lost Sister." I'll try to update by next week, but I'm not so good with keeping up with dates.

On another note, tell me what you think about this. Like the rewrite? Don't? I'd like to know!