Bonjour, peoples. I had this really great idea (in my head it was great) for a new story, so I'm posting on here to see if you guys think I should continue. I really hope you like this, because I worked sUPER hard on it, and even edited it, like, TWICE. And I usually never edit anything. Yeah, it's just that special.

I'm actually using one of my OC's from my other story, Olympian Gold. It's kind of a bad story, so I thought I could redeem her by sticking her in here! Yay! Okay, party's over.

Story time!

Disclaimer: I, in no way, own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, because how in the world could all that awesomeness be restricted to ONE person? Okay, cut Rick out of the picture aND THIS MAKES perfect sense ;)

"Hm. . ." Chaos peered into her oracle, her shining sphere instantly adjusting its view according to the dark goddess's desires. "It's becoming awfully dull up there, don't you think, my pets? Chaos might just have to shake things up a bit," she purred.

A golden apple materialized in front of the goddess, its shining light illuminating the dark recesses of one of the many deep pits of Tartarus. The striking goddess snatched up the apple, tossing it back and forth between her smooth, pale hands. She froze and clenched her fist with the apple in it, so that the golden light was snuffed out, escaping only in tiny slivers between her long, elegant fingers.

"Yes. . ." she murmured. "Yes, that just might work. But who? Who shall be a pawn of my scheme?"

A servant, her highest-ranking, hesitantly stepped through the shimmering gauze that separated his mistress' throne from the rest of the room, scattered with her servants and many demonic pets. He knelt quickly before her, touching his forehead reverently against the floor; his mistress' golden gaze sent chills down his spine. The servant mumbled something, but it was muffled, for his head was still against the ground in a deep bow.

"Stand up, you imbecile! Are you talking to me or the floor?" She demanded rather harshly of her servant.

"N-No, my lady."

"'No' what? You weren't speaking to me? Whom were you addressing, then?" She'd had it up the here with her quaking little slave. Why couldn't he do anything right? I should feed him to my darling kraken as dinner, she mused. He hasn't terrorized anyone as of late, now that I think about it. . . .

"F-Forgive me, m-my lady. I was indeed talking to your chaotic-ness—"

"Don't try and flatter your way out of this—"

"—I was just suggesting that a mortal hero would be best to carry out your plans. I had no intention of upsetting my mistress—"

The goddess narrowed her eyes and with a wave of the dainty hands cut him off. Her voice cut through the tension emanating from the figure—now cowering a little ways away from the goddess' dais—like it was butter. "Do you think me an imbecile, slave?" Her icy tone matched that of the River Lethe's cold currents. "Of course the pieces in my little game would be godlings. I cannot use mortals or gods, fool. It must be someone with enough knowledge of the Olympians to make this Candy Land adventure interesting. Of course, I could always use you. . . ."

At this idle threat the goddess' servant blanched and widened his eyes until it looked as if they would pop right out of his head and roll away into the unknown.

His mistress continued, pleased at seeing his fearful reaction to her words. "But I will not, because of the unending mercy," she spat the word as is she wanted to rid her mouth of its taste, "of my heart. You have proved useful in the past; it would be wise to consider doing so in the future. And in that case, I suggest you listen to every word that comes out of my mouth, young one. If you do not, I will punish you so severely you will think Kronos' punishment equivalent to time-out."

The words were not yelled, but said with a completely calm tone by their owner. The servant was now visibly shaking with horror and undisguised fear, which seemed to satisfy the goddess.

"You are dismissed, you worthless piece of junk. I do not want to lay my eyes on you until you quit shaking like a girl."

After her servant scurried pathetically out of the room, the goddess reclined on the golden throne that so well matched her calculating eyes and mapped out the rest of her plans.

Yes, she had it all l figured out now. She just needed one more major detail taken care of.

She needed demigods.

They must be strong, both physically and mentally. They had to look the part of Greek heroes. She leaned forward, cupping her handing around the glass ball that was her oracle, her mirror into the outside world. Her spy.

"Camp Half Blood," she murmured almost silently to herself. "That is where I will find my pawns. And they cannot say no."

Her oracle roamed the hills and fields that made up the stronghold of godlings. She spied on just about every demigod residing at the little hero hideout, though none were to her liking. Some, too strong. Others, too weak. Her gaze shifted to the lake, and interest parked inside her as she spotted two girls lounging by the shore, obviously waiting for something—or rather, someone. Just then, she knew she found them. Because at that moment, two figures emerged from the water and both were completely dry.

And that was when she knew her she was looking at. She'd heard all about them. Who hadn't? Percy Jackson and Stephanie Raymond. And their little friends? Well, that was a no-brainer. Annabeth Chase and Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

Two children of the Sea God. Athena's favorite daughter. And finally, the Oracle. The Oracle at Delphi. Apollo's pretty little prophetess.

Bingo. She had hit the jackpot. She smiled her sultry, dark smile at no one.

"Let the games begin, heroes."

Please review and let me know what you think, I really appreciate it. Don't let all my hard work go to waste!

And before you go all monkey on me and start accusing "There's only one oracle! How can Eris have one too? You're just making stuff up!"

Well, yeah, you're probably right. So, in this story, each of the gods has their own oracle (it's pretty much a clear sphere of glass), which is kind of their window into the mortal world. Apollo has two, I guess, in a way. The glass one, and the Rachel Elizabeth Dare one.

So, yeah, now that that's explained...

Au revoir, darlings!

ThaliaGrace04