HI GUYS! R&R PLEASE! Sorry the chapter is short. More to follow!

My lower lip trembled and the harsh movements of the city bus made me rock violently back and fourth. The bus screeched to a stop at the front of the empire state building. I burst through the doors, ignoring the décor and the highly polished floors.

"600th floor please." I choked. I must have looked pretty upset, because he didn't even try to deny that there was a 600th floor or say that the Greek gods were not real or some ridiculous story such as that. The elevator door dinged and I walked in a stupor down the hall to the throne room. There was one other being there, apart from myself. The woman sitting at the head of the half-circle of thrones was beautiful, with long, whitish-blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and an elfin face. She wore a floor-length white silk dress with golden trim and she frowned when she saw me, but who wouldn't? I was a bedraggled daughter of Apollo atop mount Olympus, crying my eyes out and clutching a letter on thick pink stationary in my left hand. The Queen of the Heavens rose cautiously from her throne and examined me from a distance. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. I looked like crap in front of another god. Well, goddess, actually, but who cares? I fell to my knees, sobbing into the crook of my arm. In the next second, there was an arm around my shoulders and Hera was comforting me.

"Tell me." It was clearly a command, but it was soft and gentle. "Tell me everything."

As the words flowed from my mouth, the visions came back to me, haunting and realistic.

FLASHBACK

"Oh. My. Gods. Shut up. No, seriously shut um." Zoya squealed. I blushed and looked down into my cup of hot coca, but nodded.

"It seems fitting." Addie said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked defensively.

"Well, it's just… I dunno… you're just kind of…" She said awkwardly.

"Spit it out." I demanded.

"Kind of… what's the word those mortals use… ummm… oh! Right! Gothic!"

"Do you even know what that means?" I said, half laughing.

"In all honestly," She said, "no." I flicked her forhead.

"I dunno." Kate mused, she had gotten out of the hospital that morning.

"What bothers you so about my love life with the lord of the dead?" I asked in a mock formal tone.

"If I could have had a choice in gods, I would have gone with Apollo."

"EEWWWW!" I shriked. "EW! EWEWEWEWEWEW! Keep you're paws off my father! Gods! I cannot believe how wrong that sounds! EEEEEEEEW!" We were just going over all the ways that my friend having a crush on my father was totally disgusting when Chiron cantered over to us.

"Cheyenne, I need a word."

"Enough with the subtlties." I cried dramatically. "Take me away officer!"

But then he said something that put an end to my fun, and probably humor for the rest of my life.

"It's your sister." He said. "She's dead."