A/N: I am in the process of editing this fic. Hope you enjoy!

I was sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of wine. It was the first night that I had off in almost a year.

Working for the Gods of Olympus could be fun. It was very interesting work. I hadn't aged since I took the job, but that came with the consequences of being no more than a slave to them. Being a demigod was hard enough with the monsters and such. Now, I was the first source. I got to do all the fun (not) and exciting (more like dangerous) things the gods didn't feel comfortable giving their other children. After all, I was disposable.

It was nights like this where I actually had a moment to myself that I cherished the most. I wasn't far from Olympus. Lately, I wasn't allowed to leave Manhattan without permission. Well, Tartarus, I wasn't allowed to do anything without permission! At least I could train tonight, which was a plus, I had managed to get the freedom to do that.

Imagine being treated like a five year old for the last 2,000 years.

Now you see why I drink.

"Was it a rough day?"

Cyrus was a satyr that owned and ran the Vine, a bar in downtown Manhattan. The mist covered it, so a mortal hardly ever walked in. It was frequented by all sorts of mythological creatures and some of some the minor gods. This was about the only place I could go without being bothered by them. Cyrus was one of my closest friends, if you could call him that. I didn't have a lot of friends, besides Thalia and Urban. Most of the Greek community pitied or was scared me. Thalia understood getting tangled in the God's games, but she was hardly ever there anymore. She was always on the move for Artemis. Urban, well, he was just a nice person. He got immortality back in the civil war of the United States, when he helped win the war for the Greeks.

"I had to clean the dragon's teeth at the garden of the Hesperides today," I murmured sarcastically back at him. He poured me another glass of wine, smiling the whole time.

"Ah, and who gave you that task?"

"Who do you think?" I muttered back.

We looked at each other, and we said it at the same time.

"Ares."

"You know, they could at least give me something useful to do, like hunt down a giant," I said as I took another swig.

"You know, Addie, I think you could take one by yourself."

"Right now, I think I could," I said before draining my wine. I threw him two gold drachmas and pulled up my white cloak. No one could see me on the streets; I knew how to mold the mist how I wanted it. My two favorite weapons were at my back and sides, my sword and my two Chinese ring daggers that stayed hidden as bangles.

"Is it true, Addie? Are they… confused?" Cyrus asked as I started to walk out of the bar.

"You have no idea," I muttered darkly.

I walked outside, and with a quick spell, I was at Camp Half-Blood. Dionysus was back on Olympus, so I could avoid running into him. I had every intention of training tonight. I felt the urge to hack something to pieces, and because it was so late, all of the campers would be in bed. I walked to the big house to see Chiron packed into his wheel chair, studying an enormous amount of books on his desk. I knocked on the door, and he looked up a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Hello, Euadne. Night off?"

I nodded and walked over to examine what he was looking at. It was just maps and diagrams of the camp.

"I wouldn't worry about the waterfront. The Romans will try to attack over the hill. I could try to alter the magic so it repelled them as well," I offered as I sat down in front of the desk.

"I appreciate the thought, dear one, but I will not let you get in trouble for us. We shall hold our own, like we have for millennia." He looked up, removing his glasses. "How have you been?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Good, I guess. I can't do anything useful. The gods and goddesses are all acting insane." A rumble of thunder echoed over the camp, but I just rolled my eyes. It was true after all, they could get glad in the same pants they got mad in. "Athena is a little better now, but the sea god hasn't been seen for months. He's made contact, but he's staying at his palace. Percy and the others got the Pathenos, but I didn't stay to watch them get it out. I had to clean Mars's shield," I said rolling my eyes.

"I'm sorry for that, for what they force you to do," he whispered to me. I shrugged my shoulders, staring at the floor.

"It's the price I had to pay. I'd do it again, no matter how miserable it made me."

"You always were a good hero, Euadne," he said with a small smile. "Don't ever forget that. Isn't there anything you can do?"

"Not really," I laughed. "They are all so irritable. The only one that isn't flip flopping is Apollo, and he's so busy trying to figure out what's going to happen and get the others straight, he can't even give me permission for anything. You know how they are," I added. "But I'll keep trying."

He nodded his head, looking tired and weary. "You came to train?"

"If you don't mind. Every time I try up there, Ares and Aphrodite just purposefully aggravate me. Instead of actually doing something, they'd rather pick on me. And Aphrodite's Roman form is annoying." Another rumble of thunder, louder than the last, shook the house.

"Watch yourself, Euadne. Don't lose your temper around them."

"I'm trying not to," I muttered back. Honestly, I wished someone would. They aren't helping nearly as much as they should. Instead they sit up there, going between their Roman and Greek selves.

"I heard about what happened a few weeks ago. Do you really care so little for your life?" he snapped. "Gods, Addie, you are probably the only person with enough influence up there to actually make a difference."

I felt rebuked. Chiron was right, I should care more, but I found that I just didn't. After so long of getting ordered around, I wanted to rebel. When they were their normal selves, I could tolerate most of the Gods. Some of them, like Athena, Apollo, Hestia, Hermes, were nice to me, and I found that I liked them. Others, like Aphrodite and Ares, enjoyed annoying me, but I could take it. I was a tough girl. These past few months, when they've been constantly flip flopping between their Roman and Greek selves, have been a torture. They'd give me one order, just to turn around and ask what in the name of Zeus (or Jupiter) I was doing. I had finally gotten fed up and snapped. I paid dearly for it because I picked the wrong God to snap on. The wounds were just now healing, leaving dark purple scars in their wake. My back started to ache again just thinking about it.

"They told me I couldn't interfere. I can't say anything until they ask me, I can't even suggest it," I said warily. I stood up, intending to head for the sword arena. "Maybe you have more faith in me than you should, Chiron. Remember, I'm the one who messed up."

"You only did the right thing. You always have."

Flinging daggers at dummies always made me feel better. Almost as good as flinging daggers at real monsters, which I hardly got to do these days. I was covered from head to toe in sweat, and there was a smile plastered on my face. I always felt better in action; it helped me forget the past. I sat down in the arena floor, pulling out my whetstone to sharpen my daggers. I liked to keep them super sharp, because that was what was I used the most. I sat up and looked into the sky. It had to have been about three in the morning. The moon glowed brightly in the night sky, no doubt due to Artemis's good mood. I needed to get back and get some sleep. I'm sure I would be expected to be bright and shining at 6 am so I could jog laps or something. Maybe I would get to clean the bathrooms again! Joy.

I walked out of the arena, thinking of taking a swim before I headed back. It would at least get all the sticky off of me. The naiads were always friendly, and they could fill me in on the gossip outside Olympus. I smiled as the water came into view. I hadn't been swimming in so long. The water practically called to me, begging me to takeoff my clothes and jump in. I was only too happy to oblige. The stars twinkled brightly above me as I laid on my back, the coolness of the water enveloping me. Funnily enough, the first constellation I saw was Orion. I laughed, thinking of how stupid he was, but mostly, I thought of my brother. I pulled myself out of the water and sat on the dock, just admiring the moonlight on the water, how peaceful it seemed…

"Euadne?"

I turned, recognizing the voice.

It was my dad.