"The heroes Olympus have fallen." The sleepy woman grinned.
"Good."
But the person who was reporting to her shook his head. "Two have fallen into Tartarus They have gotten the statute of Pallas. The others, I mean." the earth shook.
"What!?" She yelled, her voice booming.
"Don't worry, terra mater est." the person assured the goddess. "Our emissarie has already gained their trust." He held out a small little round ring, not big enough to fit around a finger. It had a magic seal on it.
"He was preprogramed." He informed her.
She laughed, her tantrum ending and looked in the many small portals around her. This one showed the ship, with the half-bloods on it, and her spy. Her slender fingers grazed his face, circling it. She chuckled to herself.
"Nico Di Angelo. Mimarionéta. My puppet."
***Fin?***
Should It go on? I dunno yet.
