Chapter One

I sat with my head in my hand waiting for my father to arrive. The first meeting after the war and he's late. How typical of him. So much had changed recently, our Greek and Roman children are no longer at odds, and the thought of Percy Jackson no longer left a bitter taste in my mouth. No longer keeping our children apart made it easier for us gods. It meant our two sides weren't at war with each other anymore. Then there was Percy Jackson. The fact that he fell into Tartarus for speaks volumes of his love for her. I'm no Aphrodite, but I'm not blind. He loved my daughter, and I surprised myself by finding I trusted the boy with her heart.

The doors to the throne room opened and I sat up straight hoping it was my father. Instead I met the ocean green eyes of Poseidon. I rolled my own grey ones and muttered "Kelp for brains," under my breath. Poseidon turned to glare at me at mouthed "Owl head," before stalking to his own throne. Within five minutes of Poseidon's arrival my father and Hades swept through the door and finally the meeting could start.

Zeus sat down and looked around the room. "Our war with the giants and Gaea are now over." My father started, "I think we are all in agreement when I say we have had enough war in the past few years to last a millennium."

"Better keep your oracles mouth shut, Apollo," Artemis warned. The blonde gave a wink to his twin, "No promises." "You better be joking Apollo, or so help me," I threatened my younger brother.

"There's no one left to fight, unless dear ol' dad decides he wants round three," Poseidon said flippantly. "Someone might rise Poseidon. There's always a chance someone could rise," I chastised. "Sounds like you want more war, Athena. Well war is part of your domain after all," He smirked at me. In an instant I was on my feet, "Yes, I admit, I'm the goddess of battle strategy, but how dare you suggest I want another war?" I snapped at him.

"You think I want my children endangered any more than you do? That I want the world endangered any more than you do?" I tried to stay rational. I tried to keep the anger out of my voice, but this man was just so frustrating. "If you believe that you truly have kelp filling your head," Poseidon rose to his full height, 5 feet taller than me. "I may not be the god of Wisdom, Athena, but I'm not stupid," He growled at me.

My eyes narrowed into a glare, "Oh really, Seaweed Brain," I taunted.

"Know it all"

"Kelp Head"

"Feather Brain"

"Stupid"

"Idiot"

I grit my teeth; nobody calls me an idiot. Especially when I might just be the smarted Olympian, thought that wasn't exactly hard. "Coward," I whispered, and the whole room froze. "What did you call me?" Poseidon's voice was dangerously low. "Coward," I said louder. "You are a coward. You hid in your little ocean castle worried about your stupid game room while the rest of us were up here fighting Typhon!" Poseidon's eyes had the appearance of a stormy sea. "Your fifteen-year-old son had to convince you to fight with us while he has the courage to jump into hell, literally. How sad is it your son is more of a man than you," I taunted.

"Well Athena that's your opinion, but opinions aren't always true. I'm no coward," I rolled my eyes, "I repeat, you were scared of Typhon and that your little palace would be destroyed. If anyone should have been scared of Typhon, it's those of us who weren't there the first time. Who had only heard stories and didn't know how to fight him, but no. We faced him head on," Poseidon's next statement was interrupted by my Father before he could begin.

"That is enough, you two are acting like children!" My eyes flickered to my father then back to glaring at Poseidon. "Since you two insist on acting like children every time you make eye contact; children you will be!" He snapped his fingers and all I saw was white.

When I woke up I was lying on a coral carpet and staring up at a white ceiling. I sat up and groaned, my body was inexplicably sore. What had my father done? Glanced around the room and saw an unconscious Poseidon lying beside me, on his face was a note scrawled in Apollo's horrid handwriting. Horror, that's all I felt as I read the short note.

Have fun at Goode -Apollo and Hermes

I sent a glare at Poseidon, this was his fault really. If he hadn't been so jealous I became patron goddess of Athens we would probably be on reasonable terms right now. "Before you say anything, this is not my fault in any way shape or form. You started this," Poseidon said, poison lacing his voice. "As if," I huffed, "You're the one that said I wanted another war,"

"Well it seemed like you did," the words, try not to kill each other, you're not immortal, wrote themselves on the page. I crumpled up the note and threw it at the wall. Apollo and Hermes could mind their own dam business. "I do not want another war. I was just being practical, you should try it sometimes,"

"Maybe you shouldn't always be so condescending," "Maybe you shouldn't make it so easy!" Not even five minutes in and we were already yelling. How long was I going to have to stay in this hell hole with him? Till you get along, wrote themselves along Poseidon's forehand in Aphrodite's cursive. Oh for Olympus's sake, we were going to kill each other before we got along.

"Maybe you shouldn't judge people so harshly," "It's not exactly a first impression anymore," There was a knock on the door. "Go get it," Poseidon ordered, I huffed and crossed my arms. "I'm not your slave, you are not in charge of me. You go get it, you're the man," "So what?" "At last pretend to be a gentleman," "You're already standing," "Then we'll both get it," I stomped away towards the door on the far end of the room.

Poseidon got up off the floor and followed. I threw it open ready to dismiss the person outside. Behind me Poseidon froze when saw caught sight of the person at the door. There stood a brunette woman blue eyes. "Hello. My names Sally Blofis. I heard yelling and I was wondering if everything was all right?" So this was Percy Jacksons mother. "Everything's fine," I assured her. "My acquaintance," I hesitated, "Dylan and I have just moved here as transfer students. Our families are very close and decided to just have us share an apartment, it saves money," Poseidon glowered at me, I could almost hear the mental protests at his fake name.

"Thanks for your concern. We have school tomorrow so I'm going to be. Goodnight Sally, Adelaide," He snarled at me before disappeared into a bedroom. I turned back to Sally. "I apologize about him," She waved off, "It's okay I have a son your age. I understand, teenagers are moody. He's right though, school in the morning. Goodnight," She smiled at then turned away to back to her own apartment upstairs.

I closed the door and stomped over to the door Poseidon was hiding behind. "That was cruel of you. Blowing her off like that, she's sweet," I chastised. "I was unprepared," a muffled voice defended. "Still you could have tried," The door opened slightly and I could see one green eye behind it. "You don't get it. You've never been in love. I fell in love with Sally, that's not something you forget," I raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were in love with your wife. And what does this have to do with being nice to her?" He growled and slammed the door.

I pushed it back open and walked into the room. "Stop being such a big baby," "You're being surprisingly nice," I sniffed, "I pity you. You're pathetic," "There it is," Poseidon laughed. I pushed him. "Don't make fun of me," "Don't make fun of me," he mocked. I growled and sat on the bed. "You're ridiculous, I try to be nice and you shove it in my face. You wonder why I hate you," Poseidon laughed, "Sorry, it's just when I tease you I get such a great reaction," He was laughing again.

"Bully," I muttered. "If that's what you call it sure, I won't argue," I slapped his arm. "You have no shame, do you?" "Nope," "You're worse than I thought," I groaned. He gave me a grin that spelled trouble. "Nope, nuh uh. I'm not having any of that. No shenanigans at school," I ordered. His grin grew wider, "I plan on setting a school record for detentions. He said smugly, "Can't you behave for at least the first week?" I groaned. "First day,"

"Six days,"

"Two"

"Five days," I suggested. He shrugged, "fine," I win, I thought victoriously. The idiot didn't know one school week was five days. "What do I get in return?" I internally groaned, of course he wanted something. "What do you want?" I asked, slightly worried about his answer. The grin fell away from his face, "I don't know, but I reserve the right to ask for it when I think of it though," "Deal," I said, anything was worth a week of peace so I had time to settle in at school and make a good impression on my teachers. Zeus knows I'll have to cover for him indefinitely.

"You know, by the end of the second week I'll be the coolest dude in school," Poseidon boasted. "Because the second week is when trouble starts," So maybe I hadn't tricked him, but he had agreed to my original proposition.

"Why can't popularity be based on intelligence?" I wondered aloud, "Because then you would be cool. What kind of messed up world would that be?" I sent him a glare. "I can be cool," "Prove it," "You wish I would," He smirked as if he had won the argument.

I stood up and brushed imaginary dust from my clothes. "I'm going to bed, don't stay up to late Poseidon. We do have school tomorrow," I said, smacking his hand away from the remote for the TV in his bedroom. We need sleep. We'll be up at Six. He groaned and flopped onto his back. "That's way too early," He complained. "Deal with it," I said, I turned around and headed out if his room into my own. Hopefully I could get some rest.

The first thing I noticed when I entered the room was the full size mirror, and then the reflection in it. A short 17-year-old with shoulder length brown hair and stormy gray eyes. Most people would probably expect me to say something about how I didn't think I was pretty, but I allowed myself a small moment of vanity. I was pretty.

My hair was a rich chocolate brown. The short cut was a nice contrast to my usual long and wavy hair. It also flattered my facial structure. My lips were light pink and average size. Due to my height the rest of my body was petite, my breasts had suddenly become smaller in proportion to my size. Not that I minded, easier to fight that way.

I gave a small smile and turned away from the mirror. It was time to take my own advice and get some sleep.