Authors' Note: This is a group-written story that we hope you all enjoy, and we cannot stress enough our reliance on your reviews! They will inspire us to continue and put all our hearts into our writing. Percy Jackson does not belong to us. Neither do the gods, clearly. The original characters, however, are ours. In explanation of the M rating, there will be rape in chapters later to come.


Atalanta frowned at the giant doors that seemed to lead to hell; well, in a way the wooden opening was a portal to yet another nightmare. It all started when she turned thirteen, and it was like some dark force tried to over come her life to end it. That or it was dramatics, which believe it or not, was unlikely. She wasn't the typical teenage girl. Which was a surprise in itself, since her looks could draw in a grown man.

With a sigh she opened the door, lugging in all her luggage over one shoulder; her father had taught her to carry light, since he was always on the move from construction site to archaeological site, from work to play. It always helped to keep up. When her fingers brushed the flaking paint, she jumped back. She looked harder at the door with a tilted head. You could barely make out the engraving against the black paint.

Drummond's Rehabilitation to A New Ending. The hairs on the back of her neck stuck up as a foreboding feeling filled her. She should be used to it by now, after all it basically had been her shadow. But a new ending? Thankfully they had gone with DRANE Academy. It not only rolled off the tongue better, but it was less horrifying. Well, for those who didn't know it's true name.

"Can I help you?" A hand landed on her shoulder. With a jump Atalanta turned.

"Oh, no. I'm just here for the orientation… and to find my room?" she shrugged.

"Well, you have the wrong door. The one you want is down that walkway and to the left. There is a sign." The man waved his hand, banishing her as he shut the door in her face.

"The people here sure are polite." She huffed, redistributing her bags over her shoulder before continuing on the grey brick road. Hopefully, the wizard would be helpful this time. Why was she kidding herself? She would be lucky if the man she met was the headmaster, considering the way others have been.

She found her way far more easily from there. She sat down in the back of the auditorium; she found a seat next to a boy that look decent enough. His shaggy auburn hair hung into his eyes. His black jacket contrasted with his nerdy look.

"Hi. I'm Atalanta; you can call me Ata. Are you ready to be tamed?" She smirked with the thought of the new teachers who thought the students were all criminals.

"Hello, I'm William! Many teachers have tried, but failed to "tame" me. So, why are you at our lovely Academy?" William said happily with a smile in his eyes.

"Oh, you know, driving teachers insane and such, the usual so I'm told. Could you maybe help me find where I'm supposed to get my dorm?" Atalanta asked, quickly taking a liking to the strange boy.

"Oh, the dorms…ugh, SUCH a pain, I'll show you the way. Follow me." William said briskly and took Atalanta's arm, leading her to the headmistress' office. The shadows seemed to converge on the door as if in warning of the presence inside. 'Oh stop it; you're being a silly goose. She's probably just a kind, old lady.' Atalanta thought to herself.

"Well, here you go just knock and wait till you are given permission to go in! Byeee!" Billy whispered and half ran down the hallway to the exit.

"Well, let's get this over with." She said to herself nervously and knocked three times.

"Who is it!" A shrill voice asked, as if the knocking interrupted something important.

"Sorry to bother you. I just needed to find out where my dorm is located. My name is Atalanta Wolf." She answered with a calm, steady voice.

"Oh it's you! Well your dorm number is 666! Next to William Ragenschflagen!" the shrill voice shrieked again, not even bothering to invite her in.

'How rude!' Atalanta thought. "Thank you, madam!" she said instead of speaking her mind. She then proceeded to try and find William.

-20 min. later. -

"Hey!" William jumped at the unexpected voice.

"Shh!" He grabbed Ata roughly and tried to cover her mouth.

"Why!" She smirked dodging his hand easily.

Two hot boys flung the door he'd been looking into every so often open. One had a white fluffy towel that clung around his waist. Water glistened to his spiky black hair and trailed down his tan muscled torso- he'd obviously just gotten out of the shower; he had an emo punk look to him. The other had blonde, shaggy hair- defiantly a jock; his orange and golden football pants hugged his legs. Both of their cool jade eyes landed on William as Ata's eyes landed on the My Little Pony towel clutched in the blonde's right hand.

"Nice. But I stopped watching that show when I was four." Atalanta smirked placing an arm around her friend.

"What are you doing here… again?" The blonde snarled. The emo's eyes landed on Ata.

"Who's that?"

"Ata, and-" William could hardly keep his eyes off the emo Asian.

"I got lost and ran into William as he came down those stairs," she pointed to the right, "but it's not your business!"

The boys seemed to switch facial expressions. The emoish one smiled, and the blonde pouted.

Ata raised an eyebrow, "Who are you? Are you guys brothers?"

"I'm Brad," The blonde smiled, winking.

The Asian shook the water off his head as he rolled his eyes at Brad. "I'm Theo. And sadly, yes."

Brad rolled his eyes. "We have the same mom different fath-"

A bell sounded, playing some Barry Manilow melody

"What the hell!" Ata sneered at the music. "What's that about?"

"Uhm. T-That's the bell for c-class to start. C-Come on..I'll show you where..where to go.." Billy stated nervously, fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket.


Lydia's footsteps were all that could be heard echoing through the long corridor as she advanced through the dark palace. A feeling of uneasiness pervaded the frigid air. This temperature difference could only mean one thing; Hades was becoming angrier by the second. One might think the Underworld would grow warmer in correlation with his rage; Quite the contrary.

Lydia could see her frosty breath before her face, and the skin beneath her fingernails were becoming a dark purple.

The ancient walls of the palace were becoming very brittle, cracks forming on the smooth obsidian.

Lydia's pale face became paler as she trembled from the cold. After turning a corner, she flinched upon hearing Hades ranting. She ran to the end of the corridor, opening heavy, marble double doors and entering the glorious throne room.

"That damn sap..Who does that rag-a-muffin think he is?" He roared.

Lydia nervously stood in the doorway; he must be pretty angry if he was reverting to slang from so long ago. Not to mention he was talking to himself. That was never good.

"My lord..it's so cold.." Lydia said softly, approaching him slowly.

His blue eyes shifted to the beautiful, young girl.

"You..look marvelously spiffy." His eyes scanned up and down the demigoddess' body.

He's in quite the bipolar mood today. Lydia observed, but smiled at the compliment. His acclaims were always so flattering.

"Thank you." Her long, black dress swept across the floor as she moved closer to him.

His eyes changed with his mood; they now glowed a brilliant violet, contrasting beautifully with Lydia's golden eyes. She lifted her hand to touch Hades' raven hair that cascaded far past his shoulders in elegant, gorgeous waves. The god of the Underworld was extremely beautiful and wore wondrous black robes upon his deathly white skin.

Hades gently pulled her onto his lap, his eyes gazing deeply into hers. Lydia's presence could so easily calm down the bipolar god.

"Tell me more of what troubles you.." she requested, placing her hand on his.

"The details are vague," he sighed, "It's just a mess..I know not what to do.."

"I'm sorry you're so stressed.." Lydia whispered, brushing her lips over his. She could feel the air grow warmer; Hades' rage was rapidly falling and the palace warming.

Lydia smiled sweetly, lifting her hands to run her fingers through his hair. Hades pressed his soft lips to hers, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms tightly around her body as he snaked his tongue past her eager lips and beyond her teeth.

Lydia moaned very softly, magical sensations coursing through her body as her pulse quickened. Sliding her tongue against his while pressing her body closer, her heart fluttered as her thoughts focused on how great he tasted and how much she loved him.

The passionate kiss left her breathless, though ended much quicker than Lydia wanted, and Hades started to lift her off of him.

"Please.. I need you.." she begged, desperately grabbing his hands as her hormones raged throughout her body.

Hades shook his head and replied firmly, yet lovingly, "Not now. Not in the Winter; you know this." He stood up, looking down at her and touching her long hair, then slowly tracing his fingernails along her jaw line. "It was risky enough kissing you, my dear." he added, then stepped away when she brought his hand to her lips. Lydia frowned, abruptly cutting off the kiss and releasing his hand, terribly hurt by this rejection. It wasn't fair! She deserved better than this!

"I am sorry." Hades offered an apology.

"No, you're not!" Lydia snapped. "Damn Persephone! I hate her!"

Hades wasn't surprised by this blasphemy, nor was he angered by it. He watched her calmly, and she shot him an angry glare, quickly accented by sorrowful tears sliding down her face. She turned around; storming out of the throne room with a painful sob that felt like it ripped apart her neglected heart that so ached for his attention and love.

"Lydia." Hades spoke, and Lydia halted in the arched threshold, turning again to face him. "You will investigate the rebellion against me," he commanded. Hades knew Lydia would never dare to refuse his orders.

She respectfully gave a low bow, the view of her cleavage bringing a smirk to the god's lips while he awaited her reply.

"Yes, father."