A/N: Okay, so here is the original second part to Little Verida Blue- but I decided to cut them in half (technically into partial thirds) as the original chapter was WAY too long. Of course, I will answer your questions via PM if you leave them in the reviews under an account. As always, please FAVE, Follow, and (!) REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW (!) ILY & Enjoy :)


Carlisle went down the stairs first, calling everyone to the living room. Only Jasper and Edward were absent when they arrived, but Edward flitted down the steps soon and Alice could be heard speaking over the phone in the next room over, calling Jasper back to the house. Everyone looked up when they entered the room, their eyes startled when they spotted Honos.

"Garrett?" Emmett asked, his tone unsure and his brows furrowed in confusion.

"It's still me, just a different me. I'll explain once everyone is here."

A flash came from outside and they all turned their gaze to the driveway, where Apollo, Enyo, and Enyalius stood, Enyo holding Verida against her hip as she had grown once more, making her appear to be a toddler.

Carlisle left the room to welcome them in, and within a few moments they were all in the living room as well.

They all entered a moment later, filing into the room. They gave Enyo a chair, and she and Verida sat down, with Enyo sending Honos a 'really?' look.

He appeared sheepish in response and she rolled her eyes, clearly forgiving him.

Ten minutes later, Jasper appeared in the doorway.

"Where'd you go, Timbuktu?" Emmett teased, breaking his silence. Rose smacked him on the back of the head.

Jasper shook his head and sat, sending Enyo and Honos his apprehension. Enyo shook her head, sending him a silent message through their weak bond.

'We'll leave it to you whether or not you want to bring up yourself. We won't force you to do anything you don't want to do.'

He nodded, as if to himself but in truth, in reply to her message.

Carlisle nodded to Honos and they began.

"For the last almost two hundred and fifty years, I have been living as a vampire, and before that, a human. In truth, my name is not Garrett, but Honos. I am almost five thousand years old and the god of chivalry, honor, and military justice, domains given to me by the people of Rome."

"Yeah, right." Rose muttered and Enyo narrowed her eyes on her, her form appearing to shudder for a moment.

Rose's eyes widened at the sight.

"Enyo is the goddess of war, Enyalius is another god of war, and Apollo is- well, you've probably heard of him." Honos introduced, "And this little one is Verida, mine and Enyo's daughter."

Verida giggled and held out her arms in a 'pick me up' gesture. Honos smiled and picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her red head resting against his shoulder.

"How old is she?" Esme asked and Honos pushed a locke of hair out of Verida's eyes.

"About nine or so hours. Gods age to maturity usually somewhere between a day to a week when on the mortal plane. On Olympus our aging is slower as it is safer for the young ones around their own brethren.." Enyo mentioned.

Esme looked shocked and stared at Verida, becoming unnerved when the girl looked up directly at her. Her eyes were strange and deadly, even to vampires, with black making up almost the entirety, leaving only cracks of fiery red radiating outward from her pupils. The child goddess smiled at the Cullen mother, a bright happy smile, that thankfully blocked out most of her gaze with how widely she grinned.

Honos shifted his weight, and Verida shifted back to leaning on his shoulder, her small hands messing with a button on his coat pocket.

"Why did you decide to..." Emmett trailed off and Honos nodded.

"We grow bored, since we can never truly die, we sometimes feel the need for a period of... rest. To be honest, things had been quiet for us since the fall of Rome. Outside of our own squabbles, we had nothing to do. Without worshippers, we lost... something, something I can't quite describe. We had purpose, and to a degree, it felt like it was taken away when mortals stopped looking to us. Recently, that has been changing. Paganism is making a come back and we are gaining ground once more, but with that comes new problems, specifically with other pantheons."

Honos rocked his weight again. "But it all boils down to the desire to live a new life, with fresh potential. It had appeal strong enough that I decided to follow through."

Enyo broke in, leaning back in her chair and crossing her leg over her knee.

"The other pantheons are a growing problem, though it has nothing to do with you or your species currently-"

Apollo but in, appearing from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. "Oh, I need to talk to y'all about that! I had a little propsy while you've both been dawdling about for too long."

Enyo narrowed her eyes on the blond god and he smiled brightly at her, holding a hand up in reply. "Hey! Don't be like that, gods are allowed to have memory issues too."

Verida shuffled till Honos placed her down on the floor, where she hopped over to the front hall and to the door, opening it, surprising those present with the appearance of Peter and Charlotte.

"Auntie! My aren't you big! Where's your ma?" Peter's voice echoed to them and Carlisle looked at Honos in confusion.

Enyalius appeared from the kitchen at his son's voice. When had he ever left the room? Probably before Jasper arrived.

"Brat? Is that you?" Enyalius uttered, staring at the entrance to the hall where Peter entered with Verida wrapped around his torso.

"Pops! Where ya been? It's been like a century! I didn't even see you at that funeral we threw for your best brat!" Peter teased, sticking his silvery blond head forward.

"Oh my bad, I just went to your actual funeral instead, I must have taken a left turn where I should've made a right." Enyalius grunted, his eyes warm as he spotted his son.

Verida giggled and Peter grinned at her when he spotted none of the Cullen family reacting.

Honos and Enyo smiled at him warmly, but Apollo? He fucking lost it.

"Nephew! Where'cha been? I missed you in New York! And Charlotte! I met the prettiest lady, you would have loved her! Just your type! Here, have some popcorn, your little ole gran here was expl-" Enyo interrupted him.

"Weren't you the one going on about a prophecy?"

Apollo froze as he went to hand off the popcorn (to the vampire who couldn't eat it). He frowned, his perfect features confused before they calmed and he came back to himself. He handed the popcorn to Verida instead, which the child goddess took with curiosity in her gaze. She took a piece and placed it on her tongue cautiously, giving it a crunch.

Verida smiled and grabbed another piece, shoving it into Peter's mouth with an excited grin.

Peter coughed, "Auntie, Peter Nephy don't eat corn, popped or otherwise."

She pouted at him and he sighed, leaving his jaw open for her to so graciously shove more down his throat. He resolved himself to what would come later, when he saw the ecstatic look on her face.

Charlotte was grinning from ear to ear beside him, her eyes glowing with mischief. Oh, she knew what trouble he'd be in for. He nodded to Verida and placed her with the bowl on the floor, the baby red head nodding back sternly to him before marching over to Charlotte. She held the popcorn bowl out as an offering above her head to the female vampire and Charlotte narrowed her eyes at Peter.

"She's a goddess, Char. She ain't got nothing but time to wait for you to crack." Peter stated, coughing up popcorn kernels.

The petite blond vampire took a handful, popping them in her mouth fast, to escape the too-salty taste. Verida pulled back and beamed at her, and Charlotte gave her a small smile in return.

"Yeah, so the propsy was something along the lines of 'an old enemy arises, the lost must be recalled, in a quest that reveals all guises, to see Atlantis ascend or fall.'...or something like that." Apollo chanted, thankfully not slipping into his comatose prophecy state.

Enyo nodded first, "Well at least it's obvious who it is who is rising."

"Oh yeah, and Pops is totally losing it right now. I hear much the same from Uncle too, not Hades (cuz we all know that would suck even worse than Pop's fury), Poseidon. There's a massive storm over the atlantic currently because of that. But yeah, everyone is being recalled. Especially the warring bunch."

"Of course." Enyo muttered.

She spared a look at Jasper as she sent him a brief message.

That means you as well, I assume. If Apollo knows, he would have been obligated to tell father, which means he knows. I would not risk angering him if you value the Cullen's continued existence. As it stands, no one would raise a fuss of it if they were to... come, because their worries are elsewhere, but I would not test it if I were you.

Jasper gave a small nod in response, but Alice quickly turned her eyes on him.

"I can't see you. Why can't I see you? I can't seen them, but their gods. But you're disappearing from my visions, Jazz." Alice stared at him, but he shook his head.

"I don't have an answer right now." Jasper stated, leaning against the wall.

A look of anger came over Alice's face, but no one paid her mind except Edward, who turned his gaze onto Jasper as well.

"I can't hear you."

Carlisle looked at Edward, concern in his eyes, "How so?"

Jasper glared at Edward, but the mind reader did not take the warning.

"It's like he isn't even here, as far as my gift can tell. If I couldn't see him, I wouldn't know he was here." Edward admitted.

"Anyway..." Apollo droned, "Nephew, who do you like better? Me or your Dad? Cuz, it'd be a bummer if it were the latter."

Enyalius sighed and the tension broke and Peter shrugged, "Depends on the day/decade/century..."

Enyalius pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned against the kitchen doorway, crossing his arms over his chest.

Enyo held out her arms and Verida flew back over to her side with the popcorn bowl, jumping up to sit in her mother's lap. Enyo pushed the hair from her face and smoothed the red cotton dress she had put Verida in.

"Can we go now? I've got a wolf pack to introduce myself to." Enyalius groaned and Enyo nodded, glancing at Jasper for a moment.

Tell them if you want to, and do it soon. If we're being recalled, you will not like it if father has to summon you himself.

He nodded, and their silent communication went unnoticed by the Cullens.

"Ooh, can I come, Pops? I've always wanted to run with wolves, I would just die if I got the chance!" Peter joked and Enyalius sighed again.

Apollo froze and a flash of light came from outside. "Hermes is here, wonder what for?"

Enyo, Verida, Honos, Apollo, Enyalius, and Peter and his mate filed out of the house and onto the drive where the god of messengers was awaiting them.

Hermes, who had angular, bird-like features, was dressed in a well-tailored black and white tux. His brown hair fell to his shoulders and he pushed it behind his ears, one of his hands grasping a golden envelope.

"Enyo! Sister! I never thought I'd catch so much of my family slumming it with vampires! What a shocker!" He let out a breath, "Father has a summons for you, though you should probably just bring everyone to be safe. He isn't in the best of moods."

Enyo nodded and they all disappeared in a flash of light, appearing within her temple on Olympus. Apollo bolted out the door, leaving them to themselves.

Enyalius sighed, blinking when he noticed Peter and Charlotte beside him.

"Huh. So this is what Olympus looks like. I always thought it would be more... glow-y, I guess." Peter joked and Charlotte smacked him.

Enyo looked at Enyalius, "Take Peter and get him ready to address the council, we'll announce him as a guest of ours and Enyalius' son. Charlotte, come with Verida and I, I have some clothes that will fit you well, I believe."

Enyalius nodded and he and Peter flashed away to his temple.

Honos held out his arms to Verida and she ran over to him and hugged him tightly.

"Bye, Daddy!"

Honos beamed and released her, the girls leaving to prepare themselves. He settled on just summoning his armor and waiting for them in the living room of sorts. It needed some updating, though it had clearly been updated within the past century, what with the mid-century modern furniture and box television. He peeked over his shoulder at the kitchen area, which looked like it had been done in the fifties with the black and white tile and vintage fridge, which still worked if the hum of it was anything to go by.

He messed with the television for a bit, surprisingly coming across a television station created by Hephaestus. A news show was on, and he tuned into it for the half hour wait, looking up when he saw Enyo in the doorway to the living quarters, the bed chambers separate and on the opposite side of the temple.

She looked beautiful, though he was a bit biased, as she had been the woman of his affection for far too long. She had shifted back to her godly form, feathers peeking out from beneath her hair and clinging to her arms. She wore a crimson billowing gown with her golden breastplate laid atop it, golden bracers sitting perfectly at her wrists. At her waist was her sword, a fatally sharp xiphos, and daggers in their sheaths were kept partially hidden by her gown, though a long cut in the dress revealed them when she walked.

Not that she was aiming to keep them hidden, he knew.

Enyo smiled at him and he couldn't help smiling back, only looking away when he saw his daughter's hand grasp Enyo's leg. Enyo stepped aside from the doorway and Verida was jumping up and down, appearing to have aged another year from the sharp transition onto Olympus, closer now to a bouncing five-year old.

Enyo had put her in black chiton with red and gold stripes along the hemline, foregoing the breastplate Verida would wear when she had fully matured.

"Daddy! Why are you wearing arm-or? Where are we going? Will big brother and nephy be there?" She asked, bolting to his side on the couch, bouncing onto the cushions beside him.

Honos pulled her to lean against his side and she wrapped an arm around him, swinging her legs back and forth against the couch. Enyo had left them, disappearing into the kitchen for a few moments before she came back with a sippy cup with rose gold liquid in it. Verida took it from her happily, thanking her mother with a happy grin.

Enyo smiled at her, and stood behind the couch, watching them watch the television. She'd have to replace that soon, she had taken a liking to more modern TVs. She scanned the room, maybe she needed to update the living and guest quarters a bit.

The guest quarters had not been use since the last of her handmaidens had passed into Hades' domain, but she knew they would most likely soon be used again as more mortals had been turning to paganism in recent decades. She'd probably soon collect more handmaidens due to that.

Yes, she definitely needed to update.

She glanced down at her gown. Call her traditional, but she did so prefer the simple fashion of Ancient Greece and Rome. That, she would keep. Though she knew Honos preferred more modern clothing himself, Enyalius did as well, and unless they were in battle, those two were rarely caught wearing armor unless it was a formal circumstance.

A flash came from the doorway and the sound of a resounding smack followed by a yelp pierced the air.

"Don't you dare laugh again, Peter Whitlock! I know I already look ridiculous, I don't need you adding to it!" Charlotte stomped into the living quarters followed by an incredulous Peter.

"Woman, you look good, calm down. Jesus." Peter grumbled and Charlotte narrowed her eyes on her mate and Honos let out a chuckle at their antics as Enyalius came into the room, his own eyes alight with humor.

Enyo turned a glare on Peter, however.

"She has a name, Peter. She is not 'woman' to you, she is Charlotte and she is your mate. I did not help raise you to be a royal ass to whomever you married."

Peter dropped his jaw, struck incredulous yet again. He looked like he wanted to say something but Honos raised a brow at him and he quickly shut his trap, nodding and pasting a look of apology on his face. He peeked at Char and his mate was smirking at him, smug.

He pouted.

Enyo nodded and turned back around to look at Enyalius.

"Is everyone ready? We are to meet with the council in five minutes. So if you have anything else to do, well, you should've already have done it already."

"Ooh, where's Uncle Phobos and Deimos? I bet they know where to go have fun around here." Peter muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Charlotte smacked him out of it.

"Ouch, Wo-" Enyo raised a brow "-Wondrous wife of mine!"

Enyo smiled and Charlotte beamed at her.

Verida giggled and Honos picked her up and stood tall, walking over to the doorway, where they met Apollo and his twin at the gate outside.

Artemis, the hunter goddess stood tall despite her petite stature, her vibrant auburn mane tied to fall loosely on her back while a band of silver leaves crowned her head. Her chiton was a beautiful white with radiant silver accents that accentuated her fit form, ending at her knees where knee-length silver sandals took over, wrapped snug around her legs. Her amused features (which always looked filled with mirth, like she knew of a good jest that was made purely at your expense) greeted them with a smirk and a raised brow.

Apollo looked sheepish.

"Enyo, sister dear, you've certainly gotten around, haven't you?"

Enyo laughed, "Sister. You must visit with me after this council meeting. I think you might find yourself another huntress if Honos has his way."

It was Honos' turn to look sheepish, and Peter (the ass that he was) snickered only to be rewarded with another slap to the back of the head from Charlotte. Enyalius simply looked smug at the turn of events.

"Is that so?" Artemis' smirk widened, her eyes scanning the group till they located the child goddess that was still wrapped in her father's arms.

"Hi!" Verida greeted.

"Hello, little one. Tell me, would you like to meet my hounds? My first has had pups and I think you might like the youngest of the litter. I dare say, I think he is made for you. He even has your eyes!"

Apollo rolled his eyes from behind his sister and without facing him, Artemis' arm snaked out and hit him in the middle of the forehead with a precise hand, making her brother go cross eyed for a moment.

Verida giggled and nodded with a smile and Artemis held out her hand, sweeping the young goddess to the forefront as they walked down the streets of Olympus to the Council Chamber, teasing and joking with Verida. The Olympian goddess had begun to regress to a younger age, her clothes shifting with her till she was around the age of a twelve-year-old girl.

Apollo hung back and joked around with Peter, his light and fun nature gaining laughter from everyone when he popped a joke.

Soon enough they came to the parthenon-esque building that Athena herself had designed, a home to the gods and the one place where they laid aside all petty quarrels for the sake of unity. Everywhere else, they could be at war with one another, but when it was just them, apart from humanity and their other creations, they could find peace, even solace with themselves.

Artemis threw open the main doors and they pooled inside, walking down the main hall and into the center of the chamber where dozens of thrones were laid out in perfect circles, angled in such a way as to provide most of the seated nice views of the center where the Olympians convened and discussed things of import.

Artemis and Apollo took their seats and Enyalius took Ares', as he had done since his father had gone missing thousands of years ago. Peter and Charlotte sat down in front of Enyalius on the floor, their flawless skin almost blending in with the white marble floors. Enyo and Honos took the first seats slightly behind Enyalius', sitting about three feet away from each other. Verida chose to sit in Honos' lap, bouncing her legs against his own.

The next to file in were a few dozen of the most powerful minor gods, among them Phobos and Deimos, the two of them sitting a row behind Enyo and Honos after a small greeting and a wicked grin from Phobos and an annoyed grimace from Deimos, apparently at his twin's latest excursion. Something about a nymph and her brother and a... blow torch?

Enyo shook her head in amusement and Honos stared at the twins for a moment before releasing a chuckle and turning back to Verida, who was fiddling with the clasps on his shoulders.

The King and Queen of Olympus appeared in the center in a flash of light and seated themselves in their thrones.

Zeus, in all his pomp and circumstantial glory was dressed in glowing silver armour and for once in awhile he had taken the form of an elder man, white haired and long-bearded, but still managed to appear powerful despite his physical age.

He was a great father in truth, a bit of an ass in his strict black/white ideology, and awful to be married to if Hera was to be believed (and Enyo was so-inclined) but still, he was a great father. He cared unendingly for his children, and his mortal children or grandchildren that he or his children had sired and though at times, he was self-centered, he never failed to show love to his children no matter how arguable some were.

His brothers were much the same, and though characterized by their domains, each of them cared deeply when it came to family, even if neither Poseidon or Zeus kept faith with their wives (Hades being excluded because Persephone in all her radiance could drive terror into the heart of any who dared wrong her, her husband included.).

The rest filed in within moments and dozens of deities sat in their seats within the council chamber and prepared to listen to Zeus and what he wanted to discuss.

"We are soon to be at war."


A/N: Please note, my writing style has changed since I originally began this story as I began it several years ago, so certain grammar, punctuation you may notice as you read it for the first time on here, I am aware of it now and will address it in the future when/if I update it.