A/N: So this story is supposed to be a trilogy. I will probably do this story whether I get reviews or not. This will probably be one of my mediocre stories n the update department. It takes a lot of thinking to do this kind of story, and I want it to be great for all of my readers.

Important: This story is dedicated to UniKitty125( u/6794936/UniKitty125). Enjoy:)!

"C'mon, lets go. We have to keep running..." I mutter to myself like a crazy person. I will my legs to go faster, but I don't know and I can't tell if they follow my command. They're already numb, and I am solely focused on getting to my destination-the glowing rectangle that I just have to assume is the door-, that I don't even tempt them in thinking they can catch up to me by slowing down just to see if I am going faster. And who knows? I may lose my stride if I stop now, or if I'm not going fast enough, I may lose my resolve.

"Back here! You get back here!" shouts the Reaper. I feel a pang as I feel a feeling of regret. This is my home, when I had no home to speak of. But then I harden my resolve by thinking, 'Well, drink out of metal cups and going outside in special people chains isn't really living, and their line of work is dangerous, and so are you. If anything, you're widening the sliver of chance that they had to live their life after they got out. Which is unheard of, hence their line of wok being dangerous.'

"Please." says the Reaper, having stopped. I don't look back, but I can tell that they stopped because they are breathing harder, and the words are clearer. Words aren't quite as clear when you are flat-out sprinting for a mile and a half and you have to keep going. A lot more strained. Then, add in the fact that you face execution if you don't run faster than the demigod that always beats everyone at everything. A daughter of a god unheard of. The demigod that is the daughter of the god that can tear your world apart. The daughter that has extraordinary gifts you haven't even uncovered.

They were the ones that were studying me, practically under a microscope. And I know more about myself than they ever came close to finding out. And that's just who my father is. My father... My father is Alpha. And my father is the biggest, baddest god in the universe. I think this just before I crash through the wall, and into the bright, bright light.

"Nice of you to join us, Anna."

"Always did love seeing you, Zeus." I reply snarkily to my brother.

"We need you to do something for us." Naturally.

"Wouldn't expect anything the lesser." I respond.

"Glad you think so highly of me."

"It's amazing isn't it? You wouldn't believe the regard I hold for you. It's stronger than the hate of Tartarus."

"That is why you are my favorite." says Poseidon.

"Poseidon." I salute him.

"Welcome back, Anastasia." says Athena warmly.

"We're going to have so much fun!" says Aphrodite.

"Did you restock your closet?" I ask her.

"Yes I did!" she squeals. Did I even need to ask? She would die if she couldn't restock her closet. And I mean that in the literal sense. She would literally find someone to end her existence if fashion stopped moving. She strongly believes without love there would be no fashion, because no one could have that kind of drive or passion without love. So if there's no fashion, where is the love?

Everyone else on the Council greets me, almost all happily. I have to admit, after they give me this mission, they probably won't like me much. But, hey, that's their problem, not mine. I mean sure, having the supreme rulers of the universe mad at you isn't the best thing you can do with your life, unless you want to kick the bucket with a bang and a lot of pain.

Haven't met very many people like that.

"So, as I said, I need you to do something for me." says Zeus.

"Oh, and I thought this was a less selfish mission." I respond to him, raising my left eyebrow.

"What makes you say that?" He asks me.

"Well, at the beginning, you said-and I quote-'We need you to do something for us.' and now you said, 'I need you to do something for me'." I don't know why he changed it like that.

"Well, you see, it is for me, but like so, it's for the whole Council."

"Ah, I see. A slip of the tongue, huh?"

"Something like that."

"But aren't you supposed to be the golden god?" I ask him with a smirk.

"Shut up." he mutters.

"Hey!" I say. "Doesn't that go against everything you live for?" I ask him.

"What do you mean?

"Don't you use those words lightly! Have you not heard my son's new song? It's is wonderful! Justin deserved better." says Apollo.

"Didn't he like, completely ruin his relationship?"

"He gets it from his father." says Zeus.

"Who are you to talk?" asks Apollo. "I get it from you!"

And as they begin arguing, I turn to Athena. "What is it you need?" I ask her.

"We need you to wake your father."

"How in Hades do you expect me to do that?"

"You'll have help."

"Alpha will get out of the pit of Chaos as soon as the Fields of Punishment gets a breeze." I say incredously.

"Lucky for you, that has happened. And it has happened recently, too. Which leads us to believe that your father is waking. Open the file." she say to Haephestus, and something, like mirage, or an Iris message appears in front of me. It shows the Fields of Punishment, not the grass swaying, or fires sputtering out... No, it shows the fires in mid-blaze frozen.

"You sure this wasn't the work of someone with extraordinary powers, like, I dunno, your children. Maybe Elsa. Just a little love will do the trick."

"Our children can't know."

"Oh, taking the, 'don't let them in, don't let them see' approach. Fitting."

"You know, I thought we would have problems, with you."

"It's no problem, unless you have it. Everyone else seems pretty happy that I'm here. Would it be wrong to assume you thought the same, if only because I would save your butt?"

She presses her mouth into a thin line, and I know I've won. "Anyways, what am I supposed to do. Go find this person, and be all, 'No! Don't do it! You'll die from all of the gods just way too chicken to kill you themselves, and they sent me out here in the place of Leonidas, with the 300 at Thermoplyae.'"

Zeus sighs and puts his head in his hand. "look, Anna. This- This scares all of us and reasonably so."

"Why?"

"Because... It's a force that cannot be controlled."

"Says who? and by the way, if you could stop with the attention-seeking and dramatic touch, I'd appreciate that."

"Because... It's... It's Nyx this time."