Oh hey, it's been a while since I last uploaded anything here. Oh well, time to break that silence. During this time I've discovered a new author, Rick Riordon and instantly fell in love with his works. Note: I'm a HUGE mythology-fan, I am interested in anything from Norse to Egyptian religion. They are. Just. So. GREAT!

Anyway, so yeah I read the "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" and "The Kane Chronicles" series, can't wait for the next book of "Heroes of Olympus", and currently hunting for this "Son of Sobek" book.

And of course, favourite Greek gods are Poseidon and Hades. So here's a little story about them. IT IS NOT SLASH, IT IS NOT YAOI, just some "family reunion in the time of need" kind of thing.

Hope you all like it! :D R&R please!

Also, careful with criticism. I've never been the best at writing, but I try my hardest every time. :)

Oh yeah! I forgot:
all characters (c) Rick Riordan and Classical Greek Mythology
story (c) me
This of course stands for the ENTIRE fanfic (just don't wanna write it down every single time)

Change to save the world

1.

At times like this, during a beautiful, warm summer dusk Persephone always found herself sitting at one of the many windows of her mother's temple on Mount Olympus, staring at the sky, enjoying the breeze, the fresh air, the light… everything that was absent in the Underworld. At times like this she always found herself wishing she didn't have to return there every September. Even though she loved Hades (he was a very good husband among the gods, loyal even), the Underworld was an unfriendly, unpleasant place and not even he could change that atmosphere. She loved Hades but hated the Underworld.

She was reading something, some new novel that came out not long ago when her gaze wandered to the sky and got stuck there. It was so beautiful: the colors and the clouds turned the scenery into a very slowly changing painting. Probably these dusks were what she was missing the most in the Underworld during autumn and winter. After all she grew up in the wild Nature, not on Mount Olympus, but in a meadow, next to a smaller forest with a river. She would choose that hut over the biggest temple any day.

As she was gazing at the darkening sky, a thought emerged in her mind all of a sudden: What if it could be arranged that she didn't have to go back to the Underworld? She didn't really know where this idea came from but she liked it. Yes, she ate those pomegranate seeds therefore she was chained to the Underworld… but if it could be revoked? Yes, it is an Ancient Law, but every law has at least one loophole. There is no way nobody was aware of such thing. There had to be a way.

Persephone stood up, spared one more glance at the sky then turned around and stormed out of the room to find her mother, Demeter. Maybe she could help her. She knew her mother would love the idea.

...

Poseidon let out a huge yawn as he teleported to one of the streets of Olympus from his underwater palace. He stretched, the Trident in one hand then started walking with a small smile on his face. He didn't really have plans for today, probably will just gather some tasty gossips about others then retreat to his palace. In the meantime he would try to stay away from that obnoxious little niece he had: Athena. Gods, he hated that woman so bad. No wonder Ares was driven crazy by her! She always had a smartbutt retort or comment on everything, even on the things she shouldn't be concerned about, like: "Poseidooon, why in the world are you stirring up that hurricane?! It won't even reach the shore like that". Seriously?! Since when did the Goddess of Strategy, Wisdom and Crafts have to bother with the task of the God of Seas?! Ugh, she was a royal pain in the butt. Poseidon let out a heavy sigh, determined to stay away from her. It wasn't that hard since Athena usually spent her time in that huge library she owned.

Right now she and everyone else just enjoyed what little peace they had: the Titans were long defeated and the Giants and Gaea were mostly inactive. Thankfully. Since Poseidon no longer had to bother with Oceanus, and the Giant who was countering him, Polybotes was effectively taken out by his son, Percy Jackson, he had even less trouble to worry about. He was relaxed and was sure nothing could disturb his peace.

This is why he took a double upon seeing Persephone among some other lesser gods, chatting happily. The God of Seas almost walked into a wall as he stared at the goddess, stunned. He stopped just in time and shook his head to clear his thoughts. What was the date?

1st September.

He looked there again. Yup, no doubt about it, that was in fact his niece, Persephone, Goddess of Springtime, happily chatting. Still on Mount Olympus. She should have returned to the Underworld by now, mostly right after midnight. It was, like, 5 p.m.! Okay, something was wrong here.

He walked up the group, determined to find everything out.

...

Hades technically catapulted out of his bed, quickly put on his clothes and dark cape and burst out of his bedroom like the Minotaur from around a corner in the Labyrinth. Usually he didn't sleep much, well, not during autumn and winter at least. He didn't need it in fact. But summers and springs were the times when he could sleep 18 hours in a row and only didn't sleep more because he had duties to tend to. It was his way to kill time until his beloved Queen, the most beautiful thing in the world returned to him. He slept to spare his sanity as he spent nearly every moment thinking about her. It would have driven him mad in a matter of years. So instead he created this method of self-preservation. And it worked pretty well actually. But it was time to stop that because the day has finally come!

1st September, 1 a.m. He overslept, damnit!

Usually he was up at midnight, already standing before the main doors of his palace, waiting for his Queen (and that stupid mother-in-law) to arrive. In those moments he was always so happy Zeus and Poseidon wouldn't even recognize him and Demeter was unable to ruin his mood no matter what she tried. For this one day he usually even loses his stupid pale skin and becomes more vivid. Nothing in the world matters today.

He nearly exploded into the small yard that was before the main gates. Damnit, he had never been this late before! He skidded to a stop, huffed a little then quickly arranged his clothes in order and looked up.

The yard was empty.

Hades froze then looked around in surprise. Where was the chariot that was supposed to bring his wife home? He walked up to the main gates and asked the skeleton guards. They said they hadn't seen it yet. The God of the Underworld didn't know what to say. He shook his head and looked over at the horizon. The Fields of Asphodel, with its countless residents spread wide, but there was no sign of any chariot.

What was going on?

Hades felt unexplainable anger rising in him (he hated his short patience) so he mentally contacted Charon.

- Charon, for the love of Tartarus, where is my Queen?!

- Uh, my lord, I wish I knew…

- What?!

- I don't know where she is, my lord! She was supposed to arrive half an hour ago and I am ready to transport her over the River Styx but I see no sign of her.

Hades opened and closed his mouth like a fish but no sound came. What in the Underworld was going on here?!

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Next chapter is tomorrow! :D (Yeah I have to whole thing written down. Didn't want to upload some half-assed story.)