A/N: Sorry it's been a week... I don't really have an excuse... Anyone out there? Reviews? Favorites? Follows? :.( Am I getting desperate you ask? Yes, yes I am. Am I pathetic? Maybe. Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

To answer all your question, no sane person rips apart Chinese fortune cookies in Utah. But I guess you could say Invidia wasn't a sane person.

She was a deity after all. So she wasn't… You know... really a person. (Or she wasn't really sane. Take that either way.)

Now Invidia, or Nemesis, isn't like most of her kind, her form depends on the person you hated most.

Who did she look like to me you ask?

Let's just say, I used to have a teacher (a teacher I don't even remember now) from when I lived in New Orleans. This teacher would've been at least been fired nowadays, or more. Her name was Mrs. Leer, and there was no way she could still be alive. That's, trainees, is how I knew it was Nemesis.

It was a kind of anger, boiled with hatred, that gave you that feeling like you just wanted to strangle them for a second, or just break something.

Also, Mrs. Leer would not own a motorcycle, especially ones with weird shaped wheels.

"Aunt Rosa?" Leo asked to no one in particular. Of course. Aunt Rosa was the someone that'd wronged or upset him once upon a time.

"Nemesis." I corrected. "Goddess of Revenge. She takes the appearance of her beholder's most hated."

"I bet that makes her popular." Leo said, barely giving his sarcasm away.

"Come on. Let's go have some fun meeting a patron of balance." I said, walking towards the piles and pac man bike.

"You make her sound so innocent…" He mumbled.

"Never accuse a god. Especially one like her. You have no idea what happens." I turned around and looked him in the eyes, then I changed my focus to in front of me again. That had been the first time I could really see that his eyes were really like Sammy's.

"Do you have something against me for some reason?" Leo asked, trying to catch up with me.

"Why would I? I just meet you." I pointed out, I quickly showed him a open hearted (fake) smile to convince him.

How could I explain to him? He'd think I'm insane… And, reader, I am many things, but I am not insane. At least I don't think so.

But maybe, with what happened in New Rome, maybe HE was.

"You know, for a Roman, you are quite… Hmm… Ah, yes. KIND." This time the sarcasm wasn't even attempted.

"Very amusing Leo, could you please shut up." I rolled my eyes, sighing. Did he have no sense that now, approaching a goddess that could kill us, was not a good time to be funny?

When I came up, a few yards away, I tried to grab the deities attention away from wiping her fingers across slips from inside the cookies. "Um excuse me." I cleared my throat. The traditional approach.

"Stupid… 'Your happiness depends on you.' That's not even a prediction! Has to be that excuse of a goddess, Tyche!" She, said, moving her fingers across the ink, as if she was smudging it. "'You shall find yourself at a crossing and fail to make a satisfying decision.' Better." Somehow managing to seal it back together she threw it into a pile.

"Is there any reason you enjoy messing with people's heads? Also… Isn't it Fortuna?" I had to ask, okay?

"You are from Camp Jupiter? Greek and Roman together… If Hera hadn't been so bold…" The goddess looked at me, her eyes changing to a coal black from their wispy blue, narrowing, her skin darkening, her hair curled and went from straight and white to curl and dark. It was her true form I was guessing, or at least as close as it was without me and Leo becoming teeny tiny grains of ash. Watching itt was like one of those 'You'll see the change instantly!' things in infomercials, but more literal.

"Wait… Hera? She's supposed to be our patron isn't she?" Leo asked, scrunching his eyebrows.

"You shouldn't expect help from your patron any longer Leo Valdez. Which is why I want to offer you something." Nemesis said, still examining us.

"Nemesis… There is no such thing as free food." Especially with you.

"And why can't Juno help us?" Leo added.

"Hera, like all the others, will be suffering between their two sides. Won't she? Two personalities, fighting for control." I said, not entirely sure if I was saying the truth.

"All gods, except the few strictly Roman or Greek are under distress. Revenge and balance is the same, Greek AND Roman. Valeria, you've made choices like this before, will you take the risk?" Nemesis held her hand out, with a fortune cookie in her palm.

I wasn't dumb. "I've made too many bad decision in my lifetime." Usually with deities like yourself... "I think I can handle myself."

"I'm not saying I'm going to take it, but I'd rather have the opportunity of making it." Leo said as he took the cookie, putting it in his pocket.

"An eye for an eye, Leo Valdez. The cursed boy get's very angry at night. Find him before then, and you may have more of a chance."