Hullo my lovely readers! I've reached 20 reviews and for that I'm so thankful to all of you guys :D! Once again thank you cder3 for being my beta. Sadly none of you guys want to hear me babble, so here's the chapter. Enjoy!
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"Keep to the path." Flora advised Percy as they got closer and closer to Ellesmera.
The forest had a feeling of wintry age, like nothing had changed for a thousand years and never would. The three, Draco now had enough room on the ground, trekked forward.
Sometime later they came across an elf. He was sheathed in a brilliant ray of light that slanted down from the ceiling. He was garbed in flowing robes, with a circlet of silver upon his brow.
"Show him your palm." Flora whispered to Percy.
Percy showed his hand so his gedwey ignasia was visible. The elf in robes smiled, closed his eyes, and spread his arms in a gesture of welcome.
"We can move forward now." Flora whispered to Percy and Draco.
Flora went first, to lead the way, with Draco and Percy following. The elf didn't move at all until they all passed. Once they did, the elf straightened, clasped his hands, and vanished, taking the light that illuminated him with him.
"Who was that?" Percy asked.
"That was Gilderien the Wise, Prince of House Miolandram wielder of the White Flame of Vandil, and guardian of Ellesmera since the days of Du Fyrn Skulblaka, our war with the dragons. Nobody can enter the city without his permission." Flora answered.
A quarter of a mile later the forest thinned and breaks appeared within the canopy, allowing sunlight to bar the way. They passed two trees that leaned against each other and stopped at the edge of an empty glade.
All around the ground were dense patches of flowers, from pink roses to bluebells and lilies. Their intoxicating aromas attracted hordes of bumblebees. To the right, a stream flowed behind a row of bushes, while small animals played.
At first it looked just like an ordinary glade, until he began to see paths among the bushes; soft warm light where normally there would be auburn shadows; odd patterns of twigs and branches and flowers, so delicate that it nearly escaped detection. Something didn't seem natural.
Suddenly he felt as everything began to clear before him. What he once thought were clusters of trees were not, but graceful buildings that grew directly out of the pines.
The homes there were absolutely wonderful. The buildings seemed to complement its surroundings, blending so much with the forest it was impossible to tell where artifice ended and natured continued.
Instead of mastering their environment, the elves had chosen to accept the world as it was and adapt themselves to it.
The elves of Ellesmera soon showed themselves. One second they were not there, the next they were. They were no more than needles stirring in the breeze. A foot there, an arm there, a pale face over there, everyone's eyes were fixed on them.
The female elves all had their hair unbound like Flora's. Many of them had silver and sable hair. They were flawless and the men were just as amazing, with high cheekbones, finely sculpted noses, and heavy eyelids. Both genders wore rustic tunics of green and brown, fringed with dusky colors of orange, russet, and gold.
Percy touched his lips in greeting.
The elves, at the exact same time, bowed from the waist. They smiled and began to laugh; a joyous sound to his ears. Flora began to walk again and Draco and him followed quickly. All of the elves were dancing, some even climbing trees to run above their heads. Along the way they complimented Draco so much, Percy could practically feel his dragon's ego growing.
Percy smiled, out of all the places in Alagaesia he got to visit the most beautiful. As they continued to walk, Percy tried his hardest to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. There were so many beautiful things in the forest, he could live there.
The path ended at a net of roots that formed steps. Flora, Draco, and he climbed to a door embedded within a wall of saplings. The door swung open and revealed a hall of trees. Hundreds of branches melded together to form the ceiling.
Twelve chairs were arrayed along each wall. Sitting in the twelve were four and twenty elf lord and ladies. They were wise and handsome, with eyes that gleamed with excitement. Percy noticed that unlike the other elves, they carried swords in their belts and circlets were among their brow.
On a throne of knotted roots stood their queen, Islanzadi Drottning. She was beautiful beyond compare with lips as bright and red as holly berries, two dark eyebrows slanted like upraised wings, and proud and imperious. She wore her midnight hair bound under a diamond diadem. Clasped around her neck was a velvet cloak that fell to the ground.
They approached the queen and bowed. Islanzadi had a smile upon her lips.
Perseus touched his fingers to his lips and twisted his right hand over his sternum.
"Islanzadi Drottning. Atra esterni ono thelduin." Percy spoke.
"Atra du evarinya ono varda." Islanzadi replied.
"Un atra mor'ranr lifa unin hjarta onr," Percy finished.
Islanzadi smile at them wide, obviously happy they knew their customs. Draco repeated the custom. Islanzadi asked for his name.
Draco
"Welcome to Ellesmera, Draco. Your name Rider?" Islanzadi asked.
"Perseus Jackson, Your Majesty." Percy said.
"Welcome to Ellesmera, Perseus Jackson." Islanzadi said.
"I would like to hear your story, Perseus, and also yours Flora." Islanzadi said, acknowledging Flora for the first time.
Flora's eyes twitched but she nodded.
"You first, Argetlam." Islanzadi said.
Percy quickly said how he had ended up in Du Weldenvarden, and how he stole the egg from Galbatorix's possession. Islanzadi seemed very shocked by the end of his story.
"That is remarkable." Islanzadi commented.
Percy nodded and Islanzadi motioned for Flora to begin.
"I had gone to visit my brother, Eredor, in Kirtan. Along the way I had ran into Perseus and Draco. From there I accompanied them here, to Ellesmera." Flora said, but she seemed nervous for a reason.
Islanzadi's eyes narrowed but she nodded. Percy had a feeling Flora was hiding something, but he would find out later.
"Very well Perseus and Draco your training will begin as soon as possible, but since Oromis and Glaedr are no more we will only be able to teach you ways with our weapons. You will begin tomorrow for today we feast!" Islanzadi said with a smile.
Percy smiled as well and bowed as Islanzadi made her to the door were the rest of the elves were. She spoke to them and the elves cheered. Flora had a small smile on her face and grabbed Percy's hand.
"Come on!" Flora said.
Flora dragged Percy to a crest on a small hill, laughing and smiling the whole way. A long trestle table was laid out with chairs. The sun shone brilliantly, showing it was only around two. An elf handed a goblet made of odd wood. Percy took a sip of the liquid and his fingertips began to tingle. He turned to Flora.
"This is really good. What is it?" He asked.
Flora smiled and took a sip from her goblet.
"It's faelnirv. It's from crushed elderberries and spun moonbeams. A strong man can travel for three days just on this." Flora said.
Islanzadi sat upon a high-backed chair. She clapped her hands and a quartet of elves came bearing musical instruments. Two had harps, the third had reed pipes, which reminded him of Grover, and the last only had her voice. The quartet began playing and Percy hummed to the tune.
As soon as the singer finished, the instruments began to play. Many elves approached Draco and him, mostly wanting to talk to Draco. Percy didn't mind though, he was sure to mess up if someone talked to him in the Ancient Language.
Flora and Percy whispered to each other while the elves were hoarding Draco.
"Will you meet with me after you eat?" Flora asked.
Percy nodded at her, and that was when all the food came out. The elves rushed forward to the table, eager to eat. Percy noted it was mostly fruits and vegetables; Flora wasn't lying when she said elves didn't eat meat.
The seats quickly filled with elves, Islanzadi was at the head of the table and Draco was at the end. Percy wasn't hungry, so he didn't eat anything. He just watched and listened to the conversations that were going on. For some reason, he could understand the Ancient Language like he understood Ancient Greek.
Flora had finished her food quickly and dragged Percy away. He gave a quick smile to Draco and the elves before Flora dragged him closer and closer to the border of Ellesmera. Flora dragged him deeper into Du Weldenvarden.
"Where exactly are we going?" Percy asked.
Flora didn't tell him anything; she just kept on walking in the hot Sun. The trees kept on getting thicker until Percy was sure they wouldn't be able to get any further.
Flora walked into a clearing and in the middle of it stood a long pine tree, though the tree was as tall as the others, its width made the other trees look like saplings.
"That's one big tree." Percy said.
Flora laughed.
"Yes it is. This is the Menoa tree, though I didn't bring you here to talk to you about a tree. You see, I wasn't completely truthful when I told you my life story…" Flora laughed a little nervously.
"Alright, this looks like it's gonna take long so I'll just sit down." Percy said.
He looked for a place to sit, but other than the roots of the tree, there was nowhere. He looked around then sat down on the ground, his legs crossed. Flora rolled her eyes and sat down next to him.
"You see, about two years ago I left Du Weldenvarden. My mom and dad weren't really the adventurous type, and I really wanted to explore the world y'know?" Flora explained.
"So for two years I went all around Alagaesia, I even visited Vroengard! I spent most of my time in the Hadarac Desert, exploring and avoiding those stupid slavers. One time, around a year ago, I came back to Ellesmera. Queen Islanzadi said she couldn't trust me, even after she went inside my mind, in case I had been giving Galbatorix information. My own parents didn't trust me, so I decided to go see if my brother would take me in. He had told me he would gladly take me in, but I had to do something for him first. I finished it just a few days ago; I was on my way to Kirtan when I ran into you. I was so happy, for I had a chance to gain Islanzadi's trust and be welcomed again into Ellesmera. She can't go against your wishes." Flora said.
"Though, you quickly became one of my friends, and I couldn't just use you like that. I'm going to ask Islanzadi if I can train you myself in swordplay and magic, maybe with some assistance from Vanir." Flora said the name like it was poison on her tongue, but with something else as well.
"Vanir?" Percy asked.
"He trained Eragon Shadeslayer when he was in Ellesmera. Vanir can be a little harsh at times though, so don't let him get into your head, literally." Flora said.
Percy nodded.
"Speaking of Eragon, it'll take him a while to arrive won't it?" Percy asked.
"Yeah, but in the mean time we'll train you so you can give Shadeslayer a surprise." Flora said, her eyes twinkling.
"Does someone have a crush on Eragon?" Percy asked teasingly.
Flora got really red, which caused Percy to feel something in his chest. He got confused, and decided to think about it later.
"N-n-no, but there is—"Flora stopped talking once she realized she was about to say whom she was crushing on.
"Ooh, details please." Percy said, smiling.
Flora changed the subject.
"What about you? Are you with anyone? Crushing on anyone?" Flora asked.
Percy was about to say no, when he remembered Annabeth. What was she doing right now? Was she moving on? Was she all right?
Well, since you're worried about my daughter, I shall show you what is going on.
Percy didn't have a chance to wonder who the voice was before he fell into a deep slumber.
Annabeth dodged as the hellhound launched itself at her. As she rolled across the dirt, another hellhound threw itself at her and she quickly kicked at its stomach to stun it. As the hellhound yelped she got off the ground and grabbed her dagger.
"That all you got?" Annabeth snarled.
The two hellhounds howled and Annabeth paled.
"Stupid reinforcements." Annabeth muttered as she took off into the forest.
She could hear the hellhounds snarling behind her and she sped up.
Sharpen your senses, Annabeth. Trust your instincts.
She dodged the trees that seemed to appear out of nowhere. She jumped over a tree that seemed to fall out of nowhere. She then heard a roar, and turned around.
Fire. The hellhounds were making a hasty retreat. She stopped and caught her breath. She had to get moving before the fire became too big. She took in a big gulf of air and then set off again.
South, South, South, she repeated in her mind.
As she continued to run through the forest she began to think of what the she-wolf, Lupa, had told her.
"You're a demi-god. Half-human half god your mother was a Roman goddess, by your eyes I'm sure it's Ath—Minerva." Lupa had said.
She had been running from monsters for three days, the fire seemed like a blessing to chase them away. She continued to run; the smoke was going to make it difficult to breathe soon. She heard a roar in the distance.
She recognized it, well she thinks she does. It sounded awfully familiar.
As she ran through the forest, the forest floor seemed to shake. She turned to where the noise was coming from and listened. All of a sudden a bronze tail came out of nowhere and knocked Annabeth into a tree. She cursed and rubbed her head.
"What the heck?" Annabeth muttered.
When she got up, she saw the craziest and scariest thing she had seen in a few days.
A dragon.
Well, it was different then a dragon. Its scales looked to be as hard titanium. All of a sudden information came into her head.
Drakons are several millennia older than dragons, and much larger. Most drakons do not have wings, and most drakons do not breathe fire, but there are exceptions. All of them are poisonous. Their eyes can paralyze you.
She blinked as she processed the information. She gripped her dagger harder and glared at the drakon's feet. Her feet were aching to run, but she held her ground.
The drakon roared again and threw its tail towards her. Annabeth did a backflip, which she didn't know she could do, and got out of the way in time. The tail of the drakon was just lying there as the drakon tried a more direct approach. Its head snapped towards her and she rolled towards the tail. She quickly reached into her pocket and pulled out a Yankees Cap. She put it on her head and disappeared. The drakon roared in confusion and frustration. Annabeth quickly inched to the drakon's tail, careful not to make too much noise. When she got to the tail, she quickly scrambled up causing the drakon to shake, trying to throw her off.
She got to the back of the drakon and quickly scrambled to the neck. She climbed the scales and made it to the neck. The drakon was now shaking wildly around, trying to knock her off. Annabeth climbed all the way to the head and stood up on two legs. The drakon's shaking oddly enough didn't knock her off. She proceeded carefully.
She made it to the drakon's eye. Annabeth held her dagger and plunged it into the drakon's eye. The drakon roared, and its eye began to flicker. Annabeth, exhausted, couldn't keep steady and the drakon managed to throw her off it. She landed with a crash and her cap came off.
The drakon, not dead, came towards her. Annabeth's head ached and she reached towards it. Her hand came back red and bloody. She almost puked at the sight of her blood. She stared at the drakon coming towards her, not caring that she was about to die. She closed her eyes.
A battle cry was heard and the drakon's head snapped over there. Annabeth's eyes widened as she stared at two people covered in armor and armed with weapons. One held a bow and arrow and the other a spatha, a roman.
The one with the bow and arrow launched six arrows, all of them hitting the drakon in the same eye she had stabbed her dagger in. The drakon roared in fury, and blindly swatted at them. The one with the spatha stabbed the drakon in the foot, causing a dent.
The two looked at each other, knowing they needed more help. The one with the spatha nodded at the one with the bow.
The person with the spatha raised her/him hands and stood their frozen. The ground suddenly began to shake and crumble. A large crevice began to form under the drakon. The drakon tried to run away, but it was too late. It collapsed inside the crevice before exploding into dust.
Annabeth stared at her saviors and tried to get up. The two walked towards her, hesitantly at first but faster when they saw she was armed and injured. She opened her mouth to speak but was too weak to do anything. She collapsed into one of the people's arms.
"We need to get back to Camp Jupiter now. I don't like all the blood that's coming out of her head." Said the one with the spatha, obviously female from her high voice.
"What are your names?" Annabeth managed to get out.
"I'm Frank." The one with the bow spoke.
"Hazel. Nice to meet you." The girl with the spatha said.
"I'm Annabeth."
Frank nodded and carried her. The three were walking towards a highway and that was when Annabeth finally gave into her tiredness and fell asleep.
When Percy woke up, he noticed his head was on something soft. He blinked as his eyes adjusted. The sky was dark, indicating the Sun had already set. He tried to get up but a hand stopped him.
"You should rest; you've been out for a while." A soft voice said.
Percy turned his head to see that Flora was smiling down at him. That was when he realized his head was in her lap. He blushed.
Someone's got a crush, eh?
Percy rolled his eyes, still blushing, at Draco's words.
Where are you anyway?Percy asked.
I was waiting for you to wake up; we're outside of Ellesmera in Flora's tent.
Percy looked around and finally noticed he was in a tent. There was a lamp in the corner and a bed, and a huge figure outside. He smiled and got up, ignoring Flora's objections. When she saw he just wanted to be with Draco, she allowed it. Percy walked out of the tent.
Percy walked up to Draco and stroked his snout. Draco hummed and blew smoke out of his nostrils.
"How did Islanzadi react?" Percy asked.
Flora snorted.
"She practically pulled her hair out. I offered to heal you, but we soon found out there was nothing wrong. When we poked at your mind, sorry by the way, we noticed a very powerful being blocking us. Who was it? Was it one of your gods? Why did you pass out?" Flora asked.
Percy sighed and continued to stroke Draco's snout.
"When you were asking me some questions at the Menoa tree, I started thinking about my friends I left behind. One in particular who was more than a friend." Percy said.
He noted that Flora's eyebrow twitched but he didn't say anything.
"I was wondering how she was doing, and I'm pretty sure her mom sent me a vision of what was happening." Percy said.
"Who's her mom?" Flora asked.
"Athena, goddess of wisdom." Percy answered.
"What happened in the vision?"
Percy explained what he saw.
"I saw everything from her point of view. It was pretty weird." Percy said.
Flora seemed to be in deep thought.
"Your gods are Greek correct?" Flora asked.
"Yeah." Percy answered, wondering what she was thinking.
"Who's Minerva in Greek Mythology?" Flora asked.
Percy thought and his eyes widened when he realized there was no Minerva in Greek Mythology. Flora was pacing back and forth now; it oddly reminded Percy of what Annabeth would do.
"Wait a minute. Annabeth taught me this. In the vision it said Minerva. Minerva is Athena's Roman equivalent. There are Roman demi-gods out there?" Percy asked.
"Your world sounds very interesting." Flora mused.
"You have no idea." Percy said laughing.
"Well, you should probably get some sleep." Flora said.
"Alright." Percy walked back inside the tent and closed his eyes.
Not a minute later he was asleep.
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Flora watched as Percy went back into the tent. Once he was inside she sighed.
Well, at least it's you.
Flora jumped as she heard Draco's voice.
"What do you mean 'at least it's me'?" Flora whispered.
At least it's you that he has feelings for. You like him too, correct?
Flora blushed, was she that readable?
"Yes, I do." Flora whispered.
Don't worry so much. There's a girl back at home, but he's confused about his feelings for her. He's confused about his feelings for you, too. He'll sort them out though. But, one thing is certain. The thing he feels for you? It's love. Might be a different kind of love, but it is definitely love, even if he doesn't know it yet.
Flora smiled at Draco.
"Thank you for that. Keep watch over Percy for me, I have to go talk to Rhunon." Flora said, trying not to be so loud.
Flora walked towards Ellesmera, a bounce in her step. Did Percy really like her? The thought of it made her smile wider. She continued walking until she reached the border of Ellesmera.
She quickly met with Gilderien and was granted access into Ellesmera. She walked to the forges where Rhunon was forging shields. She stopped and waited for Rhunon to notice her. When she did, Flora touched her lips in greeting.
"I suppose you would like me to make a sword for Perseus, correct?" Rhunon's raspy voice called.
"Yes." Flora said.
"He will have to help me with it, as Eragon did. Oh, what a beautiful sword it was. Brisingr, he named it. He could've done something more creative and original." Rhunon said.
Flora smiled.
"Thank you, Rhunon. I shall tell him in the morning." Flora said.
Rhunon grunted and went back to working. Flora smiled and began to walk around Ellesmera aimlessly. She breathed in deep, and relaxed.
The war is almost over. Galbatorix will be dethroned. Maybe Percy and I will be given a chance.
Flora smiled at the thought.
But then again, he will most likely go back to his homeland. Draco will obviously go with him. Will he take me? Will he think of me if I do not go?
These thoughts brought a frown upon Flora's face. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Everything will be okay. Everything will turn out right." Flora whispered to herself.
"Flora? Is that you?" A male voice called out form the dark.
Flora scowled, because she recognized the voice. In fact, she had once but in love with him, but it was all lust and lies. (A/N: I'm pretty sure you all know who he is, it's fairly obvious.)
As the person came closer she remembered the pain she felt when he had let her down. When he had found someone else. She would never fall for him again, that was sure, but she missed his friendship at times.
"Hey Flora. Haven't seen you in a while." His charming smile use to make her melt, but now she wasn't sure.
Flora smiled at him, not wanting to destroy the easygoing conversation so far.
"Hey. I have been exploring." Flora said.
"Yeah, I heard. Don't listen to Islanzadi though. I know you wouldn't betray any of our secrets to Galbatorix." He said the name as if it were the most horrible curse word of all time.
Flora smiled gratefully; she began to think that maybe their friendship would mend.
"Thank you. Perseus will begin to train as soon as he can, he must help Rhunon forge a new Rider sword." Flora said.
Her friend scowled as she said Perseus' name.
"Another human. I do not know if we'll win this war." He said.
"Don't say that! We will be fine, especially in Eragon's and Perseus' hands." Flora said.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Years ago you would've agreed with me. You've changed greatly." He noted.
Flora nodded and an uncomfortable silence began.
Flora fidgeted nervously. She was about to leave when she heard his voice.
"Look Flora I'm sorry. I'm sorry about everything. I'm the one who made you leave; I left you heartbroken. I'm terribly sorry, you have to know that. I'll do anything for a second chance." He pleaded.
Flora thought long and hard. She finally answered.
"I'll give you a second chance, not in love though. In friendship." Flora said.
Her friend's face fell, but a smile was forming on his face.
"Thank you Flora. I'll make it up." He said, and then walked away.
She sighed once he walked away. She was glad their friendship was now mended, but she was sure he would try to get her back.
As she walked around again, she thought of him.
She thought of how years ago everything was perfect, she thought of how they use to laugh, how they use to finish each other's sentences. How they use to say they would spend forever together and one day have kids. She remembered her parents watching the two, nodding in approval. She remembered all the good times. All the bad times. She remembered how her eyes use to light up when she saw him. She remembered how his eyes would light up when she laughed.
Then she remembered how they began to grow apart. She began to have dreams of exploring Alagaesia. He began to spend less time with her. She remembered planning how she would explore everywhere, with him by her side. She remembered going into the arena, looking for him. She remembered seeing him with someone else. The two were laughing, and he had that spark in his eyes he use to have with her. That's when she knew.
He no longer loved her. He no longer wanted her. He didn't want to spend forever with her. He didn't want kids with her. He had tossed her aside.
And she was heartbroken.
She ran out of the arena, tears making their way down her flawless face. She remembered the sound of his voice yelling after her.
She remembered going home, and packing. She remembered the day she left Ellesmera. The day she left Du Weldenvarden. The day she began to explore. She began to heal, but she never forgot. Sometimes the memories would keep her happy, or keep her sad.
She thought about him sometimes, his smile would show up in her dreams, suddenly, she no longer mourned for his love. She mourned for his friendship.
She mourned for the way he would take care of her, the way he would always make her laugh.
When he had said she had changed, she knew he was right. She had changed.
But he had also changed.
The nice boy she used to know was gone, or maybe just buried deep. She would dig him out again, and they would be friends again.
As she thought of friendship, she thought of Perseus. She thought of the way he laughed. The way he smiled. His beautiful sea-green eyes. The way he could joke in a serious situation.
Then she began to compare the two.
Perseus was more laid back than the other. He would laugh in a serious situation, while the other would say nothing. They were both talented. They both had amazingly good looks.
But she knew Perseus wouldn't hurt her the way he did. She knew. She just knew. He had a loyalty vibe around him.
While she had been walking, she bumped into Islanzadi. She quickly bowed and muttered her apologies.
"Ah, Flora. I was looking for you. We have matters to discuss." Islanzadi said.
Flora fidgeted nervously as she said the last sentence. She reluctantly followed her queen. Islanzadi stopped at the base of a wide tree.
"Give me one reason why you would never betray us." Islanzadi got straight to the point.
"This is my home; I've lived here most of my life. Plus, I would never betray the ones I love." Flora said.
Islanzadi raised her eyebrows.
"Like who? Your parents do not talk to you. The only friend you have is Perseus and his dragon. Oh, is that it? You've fallen in love with him, haven't you?" Islanzadi said amused.
Flora gritted her teeth but nodded.
"That explains it, but you've only recently met him. You could've sold Galbatorix information years ago. Anything else?"
Flora opened her mouth to speak, but Islanzadi began again.
"Ah, yes, your old love. You still care for him?" Islanzadi asked.
Flora nodded again.
"And he cares for you as well, but then Perseus comes in the picture. Oh how will this turn out? And the fact that we're in the middle of the war happens to help your situation, doesn't it dear?" Islanzadi asked.
Flora said nothing.
"Good. I shall make my leave, but remember that I will be watching you." Islanzadi said as she left.
Once she left, Flora let out a growl. Islanzadi could be very cruel at times.
And the thing she said about her 'old love'. She did care for him, but in a different way. Right? Was she lying to herself? To her heart?
She thought of him once again. Who is she thinking of, you ask?
Vanir.
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"See? Everything will work out. They will win the war, he'll come back and help us kick Gaea's butt." Apollo commented.
"But, my daughter has lost her memories! She might even fall for a Roman! Or worse, a child of Venus or Mars!" Athena yelled.
Ares rolled his eyes, but Aphrodite's twinkled.
"Oh, I can see it now. The girl with no memories who can kick butt, with the boy who has been on the run since he was five." Aphrodite said.
Athena's eyes twitched but she didn't object.
The other gods listened intently.
"Oh, and don't get me started on Flora and Percy! They're sooooo cute! But then there's Annabeth and Vanir. Annabeth, who remembers only a few memories, and Vanir, the lovesick puppy." Aphrodite said.
"Oh, and I even have their song ready! When they win, I'll play this song for them. 'All about us' by He Is We with Owl City!" (A/N: Nice, fluffy song :D)
"Well, I don't really care that you've paired Percy with Flora. I like her better than Annabeth." Poseidon said smiling.
"Why are we even gossiping here? Back to your duties!" Zeus grumbled.
The gods reluctantly flashed out, except for Aphrodite who Zeus motioned for her to come closer.
"Yes father? Do you need a makeover? I saw this fabulous suit in a magazine yesterday and it would look amazing on you!" Aphrodite squealed.
Zeus rolled his eyes.
"No, I actually want to know about the drama lately. Update me regularly okay?" Zeus whispered.
Aphrodite smiled.
"Alright." She said.
"Good, and about that suit…"