Oh my gosh! Sorry I took so long! Okay well I have something to say first.

To the Guest reviewer (just to clear things up):

1: She wasn't there for the Battle of the Labyrinth or the Second Titan War; it was stated in the beginning

2: She's not supposed to be smart

3: I don't have to write Rhea the way you want her to be written. Because we didn't see much of Rhea's character in the books, I write Rhea how I imagine her to be

"And why should I trust you?" the girl, Leda apparently, interrogated after I explained my crisis to her. Leda and I had exchanged information about each other after she saved my life. When I say exchanged information, I mean I did most of the talking about my dilemma and she tapped her fingers on her thighs like she couldn't wait until I shut up.

"Because the world could be in danger and it's the right thing to do?" I suggested in hope that she would agree. She nodded her head, telling me it was a valid point.

"What's in it for me?" Leda shot back. I racked my brain for a good answer, but I was not prepared. Leda could definitely see that, too. She was probably the most analytical person I have ever met.

When I first introduced myself, she immediately deduced that I was a child of Apollo. I guess the bow and lack of silver parkas gave it away. Of course, being a daughter of Athena, it was probably just how her mind was built.

"Look," I finally said, "I don't know what I'm doing right now. All I know is that this creepy mother of titans, who has been stalking me for the past year, suddenly asks me to find her five demigods. I don't have a home anymore, since I left camp. I guess I could go back to my aunt's but that's beside the point."

Leda seemed to contemplate it for a while before she came to a conclusion. "Okay," she started, "I'll do it." Excitement bubbled inside of me. The reality of this whole situation had just hit me. I didn't know what to think.

"But I want something in return," she stated.

"Okay, sure. What?"

"Now's not the time," Leda vaguely responded. I felt like punching her in the face right now. The whole time I was trying to explain my situation, she gave mysterious responses.

She unzipped her little pouch that was slung over her shoulder and pulled out a square of ambrosia. "Here," she offered. I took it greatly and nibbled on it. My strength came back and I felt like I could do anything.

Leda still looked tired. Whatever she went through, she refused to take any nectar or ambrosia. Out of the pouch she pulled out a big leather book. I was never the best at volume, but I'm absolutely positive that book couldn't have fit in a pouch as small as that. I stood there gawking at what I just witnessed, but she gave no notice to it.

"How did you-"

"Gift from Aphrodite. Did some favors for her a while ago," she replied without looking up from the book.

"So did you, like, run away from camp or something?" I asked a few awkward minutes later as an attempt to start a conversation.

For a few more seconds I didn't get a reply until she whispered, "Yeah, something like that."

"We should probably leave. This place is linked with the monsters, so when the monsters die, this place and everything in it will slowly die too," Leda said louder and firmer. She slipped her book back inside her magical pouch and led the way out.

"That reminds me, why were you in there anyway? Why are you so tired?" I questioned. She gave me a glare that said, "Ask me one more question and I'll slit your throat." She didn't respond, but the glare was enough.

I didn't think we knew where we were going, or at least I didn't know where we were going. Leda was leading the way, weaving through busied sidewalks and beggars with cardboard signs. "Where are we going?" I finally asked. She didn't even look back. Maybe she didn't hear me.

She took a sudden turn into an alley and stopped at the third back door on the left.

"Um what are you-"

"Shut up," Leda hissed. "You'll lower the IQ of the whole street." I felt slightly offended by this, but I let her do whatever she had to do. If I wanted her to help me, I better be kind to her.

Leda knocked on the door five times. Three long knocks and two short ones. I started getting nervous, now wasn't the time to buy some illegal things off the black market. When a cyclops opened the door, I nearly screamed.

"Leda?" the cyclops seemed surprised. "But you're-"

"Shh!" Leda sneered. But she's what? What is she?

The cyclops seemed to regain his composure, which seems odd since cyclops usually act like eight year olds. He let us in and I eyed him oddly.

Inside was cramped with metal and celestial bronze. Swords and guns hung behind a glass desk, which was pushed all the way to the left. Bows hung from the ceiling in odd angles. It felt like walking on a sidewalk filled with geese poop.

"Carissa, Brian. Brian, Carissa," Leda quickly introduced.

"What's going on?" I questioned.

"You need short ranged weapons, I need a new sword. Brian is a cyclops who forges demigod weapons with the help of some Hephaestus children. I used to come here all the time for weapon repairs. This place is hidden with magic so mortals can't see it, and no we are not getting a gun," She replied rapidly. She didn't leave any hesitations for me to interrupt. I opened my mouth to reply but she interrupted me with, "You talk too much."

Brian looked amused and almost used to Leda's antics. I tried explaining to Leda that I didn't do short range, but she ignored me and handed me a dagger while she tried out different swords. After thirty minutes of her swinging around a sharp metal piece that could very well stab me like a shish kabob, we paid with some drachma.

"Let's go," Leda ordered. Her monotonically demanding orders were getting on my nerves. She had already disappear half way down the alley when I turned to Brian, who was showing us the way out.

"What's Leda supposed to be?" I asked. He looked confused and obviously didn't understand what I meant. "When we first came, you were saying something, but she cut you off."

A sudden realization came to his eyes, and then he looked sad. Really sad. He glanced down the alley to where Leda was standing, impatiently waiting for me. Brian turned towards me and exhaled a big sigh.

"Well?" I demanded.

He hesitated for a moment. "Dead," he finally said. "Leda is supposed to be dead."

Sorry again! Really sorry! And did anyone get that Sherlock reference? I'll try and update sooner!