I want to thank everyone who's still reading. It really means a lot to me, and Ace's story is particularly close to my heart. 3

Review Answer: SubZeroDragonSlayer

So, what I'm getting from this is that Tim is gay for Ace. Right? Or is Ace just a super low-profile girl?

I understand the confusion -honestly. Ace is typically a guy's name, but in my case Ace is a girl. She's a bit of a tomboy because her competitiveness connects her more with guys than girls. So it much seem like she's a guy. But I promise you -she's a girl.

Rowan's P.O.V.:

He made me wear a dress.

I constantly rubbed my bare arms while a maid helped me into my dress. She was a shy little thing –she only looked about 11 or so. I clearly intimidated her. But Will had taken that into account and had several female guards at the other side of the room, staring at me expressionlessly. They were dressed appropriately a ready for a fight at any moment. I could certainly take one –maybe even 2- of them, but right afterwards that others would overtake me.

I gritted my teeth as the little girl pulled me in front of a mirror and started do my make-up. I stared at myself in the mirror bewildered. I've never wore make-up a day in my life and I found myself staring at all of my flaws.

My eyelashes were short and curly- not nice long straight ones. My nose was too big for my face and my eyes to small. And on top of that, my eyes were just plain brown. Not beautiful brown like Will's, but plain mud brown.

Will sent me to wear a simple high-low spaghetti strap dress. But with it he included tall 4 inch orange heels that I could barely walk it. I fought my annoyance as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I hadn't looked in a mirror for…3, possibly 4 years? The closest I got to looking in an actually mirror was at store windows.

The little girl calmly finished my make-up and I found myself staring at her.

"How old are you?" I asked finally, curiosity getting the best of me.

"I just turned fifteen last month, miss," she said in an odd calm voice. Fifteen? There was no way! She was at that most five foot and cute in the way ten year old girls are. But now that I knew, I realized that her face was far more mature than an eleven year old's.

"What's you're name?"

"Elizabeth."

"Elizabeth, why do you work here?"

"I don't usually," Elizabeth admitted, "Usually I sit in the library here and read. Mr. Johnson only calls me when he wants me to take care of one of his…clients," she said finally fixing my braids and separating it into two braided French braids (Braided French Braids?) pigtail style that was oddly fashionable.

"How many people are here? And where is here?" I asked looking around. There wasn't a single window in the room –which hinted that we were probably underground.

"Only you, about 50 guards, Mr. Johnson, a cook, a songbird, and myself, miss. As for where we are, we're in the basement of an exercise center."

"Where are you going to be taking me?"

"To dinner," the girl said simply and inspected me.

"What dinner?"

"Dinner with the master of the household."

"Which is…?" I questioned having the slightest feeling I knew who.

"Mr. Johnson of course, miss," she said calmly.

I was shoved into a large grand room that looked too good to be a basement. The walls were a silvery white and the floor tiles were so shiny that I could see my reflection. This damn basement was better than any place I'd ever lived.

"Welcome Miss Wyder," William said holding his arms out as if to give me a hug from across the room. He had a glass of something in his hand –in his left hand, I noted. He was left-handed? "Please sit, Miss Wyder," he said gesturing to the empty seat across the table only a couple feet away.

When I didn't move, a guard shoved me forward and the only way I could prevent myself falling in my monster heels was by grabbing the chair to steady myself. But the moment I caught my balance another guard – easily the tallest man I've ever seen. He lifted me like I was a feather and plopped me in the chair. He quickly dropped to the floor and tied my feet to the chair. I glared at him, but didn't fight.

No, I needed a distraction –something that would cause almost everyone's attention off me just for a couple seconds-

Another guard came over to me –she was a beautiful tall blond girl with long hair tucked up into at black baseball style hat. She had dark gray eyes that stared blankly at her task as she tied my hands up.

I didn't bother fighting her either.

"How exactly do you expect me eat with my hands tied?" I raising my eyebrows in a clear –what-do-you-expect-me-to-do-with-this smile.

Slowly, William walked over and in the chair closest to her. He waved his hand in the air dismissively, "Just a precaution," he said taking another sip of his drink, "I didn't want you to try to escape before I made you a deal."

I stopped any kind of cuss words that I had been preparing subconsciously. William's face still remained deadly serious. "What kind of deal?" I asked quietly.

"I let you go and give you whatever you want within reason. In return, you get me something I want."

"What makes you think I can get you want you want?"

William winked at me. "Yesterday you proved to me that you were a daughter of Hyperion. I've been kidnapping girls for weeks and letting them go after finding out they were simple mortals. But you fought back immediately and when he fought back you pulled out a knife that contained Celestial Bronze. And of course you lit up the room yesterday verifying what I already knew."

SO he's a creep. What kind of person ADMITS to KIDNAPPING girls? And who's says it PROUDLY? How SICK could you get?

"So we still haven't gotten to the part of what you want…"I trailed off waiting.

Will grinning a chaotic grin that made me instantly want to say no to whatever it was, "Ambrosia and Nectar," he said finally.

I couldn't help it.

"You've got the wrong kid," I said laughing and I noticed William's calm composure falter. He glanced nervously behind him as if something was going on behind him that could be causing this kind of behavior, "I'm the daughter of HYPERION you ding dong. Titans can't eat ambrosia and nectar –it's poison."

"Does that mean you can't get your hands on it? Or tell me where I can?" he pressured.

I stopped laughing at glared at him. "I kinda avoid because -you know- it's POISON. And it's not like you can get in on Amazon. Chances are that its hidden in a place you probably can't see."

"Can't see?" Will said setting his glass down and looking at me hungrily.

"Well mister Mythology genius," I started, "There's a veil between your world and ours that prevents you from seeing stuff like that. We call it the Mist."

"How do you get past it?"

Idiot. A desperate, hot idiot.

"You don't."

Will stared at me like a heartbroken puppy and I somehow found pity for him in my heart, "Look –Ambrosia and Nectar aren't anything you want to try. It burns humans to ashes. They're just not worth of tasting food of the Gods."

Anger filled his eyes and I saw the smack come in slow motion. All my pity faded for him as the blow connected to my face. I blinked back tears as the blow hit. It was a lot harder than I was expecting for some reason.

William stood up his brown eyes that I once found beautiful resembling a mad mans, "I will have what I want- and you will be the one to give it to me," he growled.

"Oh wow –what could I have done to earn such an honor," I grumbled sarcastically, coming up with not-so-nice- names for him.

Another two smacks came to my cheeks and I couldn't help gasping. But no- I. Would. Not. Cry.

Will leaned extremely close to me –only inches away from my face, "I think I know what that means," he said quietly and before I could even remotely try to consider what he was thinking, he kissed me.

I stayed motionless for a good 5 seconds. Honestly, what is wrong with him? Was he dropped on his head or something? I itched to slap him the same way he did me, but my hands were still tied.

My knee came up right up to the 'place where it counts.'

William doubled over in pain and confusion and I jumped to my feet taking the chair with me. I twirled against the wall and the chair shattered against the cement wall. The bonds the tied me to the chair were still attached to the back of my legs, but I didn't have time to remove them.

"Get HER!" I heard William yell from his place on the floor.

Karma's a b****, William.

I laughed to myself silently as I ran.

Geez...what was WRONG with him? The fool was clearly a manic. He kidnaps me, dumps water on me, forces me into a dress, tries to bargain with me, slaps me, then kisses me. I almost felt like I was part of some T.V. show and some t.v. host was going to jump out at me and tell me it was a prank.

I continued running and I saw dark green steps that lead up to the pool. I could smell chlorine –which I would usually hate but now loved.

All I had to do was reach the light at the top of the steps. So close to freedom-

To fast for me to recognize going this fast the tall man from earlier stepped out in front of me. I slammed right into his stomach and flew in the air backward. I landed on my butt and skidded several feet.

As fast as I could I fought to get on my feet. I hit my tailbone after I hit 'the giant' and pain shot up my spine hard and fast nearly having me double over in pain.

A black bag was thrown over my head and someone kicked me in the chest instantly crippling me. I gasped and didn't even bothering fighting the people who had me –sobbing with both arms around my chest trying to protect it from any more harm.

I heard muffled voices around me, but I couldn't make out the words through the pain. I could only tell it was William's voice and I heard him tell something to a guard about 'torture.'

I shut my eyes and curled into fetal position.

I was so close.

I know this chapter seemed a little all over the place...and it certainly wasn't my best...but...

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