Chapter 2 is up (duh). Introducing the demigod hit squad!

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Piper Mclean called the meeting to order by slapping the ping-pong paddle on the table. As usual, none of the other head-councilors were paying attention.

Malcolm, the new councilor for Cabin 6, was pressing hard on the top and bottom end of an egg, staring at it intently as it refused to break. Some kind of blinking device was on his wrist, Piper figured it was an x-ray or something. Lou Ellen leaned away from him with a fond smile in her face.

The Stoll brothers were poking holes in a tin can with a knife that they had probably pick-pocketed from Clarisse. The tin can had flames poking out of the sides. The daughter of Ares was lounging in a fuzzy, green armchair, exchanging stories with her Roman counterpart.

Bang!

"Shit, Travis!" Connor flicked off his leather gloves and whacked his brother with them.

"It wasn't my fault!"

Lou Ellen leaned over to the tin can and picked it up, a green light glowed from her hands. She stuck her finger in the can and took a swab of white powder. "Where the Hades did you get phosphorus from?"

"Phosphorus? It's copper!" Travis protested, almost knocking the ping pong table over when he stood up. "To make the fire green!"

"Hang on a sec," Malcolm jabbed a finger at the Stolls, his other hand reaching for the sword strapped to his side. "That's my phosphorus! You slimy, little b-"

"Quiet!" Piper yelled. The charmspeak washed over the room, giving her friends' eyes a glazed look.

Only the Apollo guy was left unaffected. He waggled his fingers at her. "Dad's god of truth, charmspeak is a kind of deception," he explained, his blue eyes glowing with amusement and a choking aura of intense smugness.

Piper ignored him, but made a mental note to get back at him later. "I had a dream-"

"It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream," Nico di Angelo quoted. The annoying Apollo kid grinned at the son of Hades. Piper tried not to look too surprised when Nico grinned back.

"I had a dream from my mom," Piper scowled at nothing in particular, remembering the annoyingly cryptic message.

"And you're telling us this why?" Butch from the Iris cabin grunted from the other side of the room, drawing on his biceps with multicolored sharpies.

Piper paused. How was she going to tell them what Aphrodite said? The Giant War finished not that long ago, maybe a couple of months. And now- "Mom said that she's sensing the emotions of something that isn't a god or a half-blood. She didn't say anything else apart from that the Olympians are having a meeting later and that-"

"Pluto's pauldrons!" Some girl yelled from Butch's left hand side, jabbing a finger accusingly at Piper. If Piper wasn't mistaken, she was one of the Romans that decided to try out Camp Half Blood. "That is a lie. I mean, we've just lost people to Terra and to each other! They can't strike now!"

"I never said we were being-"

"It's the perfect time to attack, while we're still recovering," Malcolm tapped his knee in thought. His silvery eyes were clouded and he didn't seem to be listening fully, a sign that his brain was going at a million miles an hour.

"I didn't say-"

"Do you know who it is? It's kinda useless information if we don't know how to defend o-"

An intense flash of light cut across Miranda Gardner's sentence. The bulb that hung from the ceiling on a single wire smashed. There was a crash as something dropped onto the floor, Piper couldn't see what it was because the room was shrouded in darkness.

"Ow!"

"Get off my foot!"

"Is that you, John?"

"That's my face!"

"Sorry, guys," Jason's tone was a mixture of surprised and impressed with his achievement. "Didn't know I could do that. Does anyone have a torch?"

Nico hesitantly spoke, obviously not sure whether his suggestion would go down well with the people he'd never spoken to, "I could try and get the shadows to stay in a corner."

"No! What did I say about using your powers?" The Apollo kid's voice reprimanded the son of Hades. Piper didn't know whether to be impressed with his nerve or terrified for his life. Then again, if the Apollo kid died, Piper wouldn't have to fork out fifteen drachma to the Nemesis kids for her revenge.

"Doctor's orders." Nico grumbled.

Piper heard a self satisfied huff before someone shone a light in her eyes. She blinked the spots out of her eyes. "As I was saying, I never said anyone's attacking us. For all we know, mom only decided that Percy and Annabeth don't belong together."

"Keywords- for all we know," someone muttered. Piper couldn't tell who it was.

"What do you mean, 'other gods exist'?"

"I mean what I said," Demeter answered, raising her grass green eyes to the domed roof in irritation. The twelve Olympians were sitting in their seats of power, most of them paying attention to the goddess of the harvest. "I saw our brother visit a goddess. Hades has betrayed us."

"Look, Demeter." Athena said in careful tones, very much aware of her aunts habit of shooting high-velocity Cheerios at anyone who crossed her. "You're always trying to get Hades into trouble. Do you think there's a chance that he isn't aware of the girl being a goddess? Could this girl just be one of those upstart magicians or one of the Norse?"

Athena scanned her aunt's face for signs of anger, thankfully her words seemed to do the trick. By asking questions, she had made Demeter think that she was much smarter than anyone in the room.

Demeter preened her metaphorical feathers. "Oh, I'm perfectly sure. My lovely petunias saw every second of their meeting."

Ares leaned forward in his chair. "So this is secondary information. You didn't actually see them talk?"

Athena looked at him in surprise. Every now and again, he had his moments when he wasn't as thick as the myths made out; but still, those were rare as hen's teeth.

"No, but-"

"Oh good," Hephaestus put his kettle/deadly weapon in his pockets. "Does that mean I can go back now?"

Zeus ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. "No," he scowled, turning back to Demeter. "What exactly did Hades say?"

Demeter's face darkened and her nose wrinkled in contempt. "He brought the girl flowers-"

"So Uncle H is in love with a mortal! Great!" Hermes cheered, checking his watch. Then looked nervously at Aphrodite, afraid that she would let out a super-sonic squeal. Zeus nodded for Demeter to continue.

Athena tuned out for the rest of the meeting. She looked over at Apollo, who was reclining in his golden throne. Athena knew that the earbuds in his ears weren't actually attached to his iPod, Apollo was listening. Athena studied her half-brother, she knew that she couldn't tell if Demeter was lying, but Apollo could.

Apollo's eyes were still bright blue, not the black they went when someone was lying. So Demeter was telling the truth.

But that was ridiculous. Athena had a list of every single deity in history with descriptions of their appearance and demeanor. The stunningly beautiful, blonde haired, black eyed girl with the air of sadness was definitely not on the list. Athena entertained the idea that it was Venus or Freyja but the personalities didn't fit.

"-espect her, even slightly, if the girl took your daughter into account?" Hera's regal voice cut through Athena's million-mile-an-hour thoughts.

"No," Demeter raised her arms. "Something is sinister about that girl, I tell you! Hades was immensely odd, acting like a lovesick idiot rather than a regular idiot!"

"Maybe he's just in love?" Aphrodite tried to keep her voice down, but occasional excited squeaks burst through.

"I refuse to imagine my older brother in love," Poseidon cringed, crinkling his nose.

Athena sniffed at him. He really was immature and single-handedly steering the subject away from the important issue. "If we can find out who she is, we can find her friends and gauge whether they're a threat. If they aren't, we make a treaty, like we did with the other Pantheons."

"And if they are?"

"We terminate them."

Violet curled up on the bed. Flora had given her a room in her home until Violet got her own. The room was much bigger than the room Violet had in her old home. Three walls were painted a soft blue and the other had wallpaper patterned with lilac flowers. The four poster bed had light brown hangings and the entire bed was raised on a small platform in the back-center of the room. An old desk had paper and a fountain pen lying on it and a swan-shaped paperweight.

After telling Violet that she was dead, Flora had claimed the exact opposite by saying that she was alive. Then scrapped the entire explanation in favor of telling Violet that she was some kind of goddess. Needless to say, Violet was completely confused.

All she got from the conversation was that she had died and been brought back as some kind of deity. A minor deity, Flora had said, but a deity all the same.

But what about the room with the four chairs? Surely the fact that she had appeared on a chair was important? Violet sent the thought away. It was stupid, thinking that she might be one of their four major gods. But Flora did say that they hadn't found a fourth yet.

There was a knock on the door.

It opened and a black haired man appeared just outside the room. He was probably in his early thirties, copper colored eyes glared out from beneath a long fringe. The man hovered in the doorway, grumbling about how his house was 'open-plan' or something. By now, Violet could see why he'd stopped, on his back were huge, metal wings- gold, silver, bronze. There were also tiny replica wings on his wrists and ankles, presumably to keep the man steady when he was flying.

The man cleared his throat, finally giving up on getting through the door. "The boss wants to see you."