ATHENA'S POV

Ugh, I still can't get Pothena out of my head! Poseidon and me! Together! I would laugh if the idea wasn't so disturbing.

You know what Pothena should stand for? Harry Potter + Athena. Now that would be very smart; Potter is good-looking, brave, and he's a hero! And he's not Poseidon! What better qualities could I find in a guy?

The mortals need to know this, and I have a way to tell them. I went to FanFiction and started writing immediately:

The REAL Pothena!

Poseidon and Athena together? NO WAY! They would kill each other instantly. Well, Athena would kill Poseidon instantly, since she has all the brains. The real Pothena would involve another guy; one much, MUCH better than that Kelp Head. Who is this dreamy guy? Harry Potter! Down to his amazing lightning scar, Harry Potter is the "Boy Who Lived" all right; he's the boy who lived to be a HUNK! SQUEAL!

There! This is sure to convince those mortals that they should stop pairing me and Kelp Head up.

I just exited out of FanFiction when a ping sounded from my laptop. Huh, apparently I had already gotten 2 reviews:

SexyLady: OMG OMG OMG SQUEEEEEAL! You finally found true love! YAY! :D

ShadowMaster: Athena with Harry Potter… you have got to be kidding. Potter is way too good for a know-it-all like Athena! Athena claims she has the brains, but really she's nothing but self-centered. Harry Potter deserves better. And since you wrote this rubbish, you are clearly as insane as Athena.

HOW DARE THEY! Me, insane? That fits the description of Kelp Head! I have brains! Obviously, this person doesn't; how the Hades can I be as insane as myself? That doesn't even make any sense! Oh, this person is going to get it!

I sat fuming over the review when I heard a knock on the door. I got up from my chair and opened it to find a familiar face.

"Good evening, miss. Do you mind if we come in for a tad bit of questioning?"

I just stood there gaping.

"Apollo?"

He grinned back at me.

"That's the name! Now, may we come in?"

I rubbed my eyes.

"What's with the accent? And the fake mustache?"

"Just getting into character!"

Artemis pushed Apollo to the side.

"Mr. Crazy here thinks he's a British detective now," she explained.

I lit up at this.

"Oh, you've read about Sherlock Holmes?"

Apollo raised an eyebrow.

"Who? Never heard of him. But perhaps you've heard of me? I'm Apollo Holmes, and this here is Arty Watson."

Apollo pulled a golden card out of his pocket and handed it to me.

"Apollo Holmes, expert detective?" I read.

"Yes sir!" he said.

"You spelled your name wrong."

Apollo's eyes widened.

"What? Let me see!"

He grabbed the card from me and read it through.

"Ah, one 'P' and two 'L's," he muttered. "Mustn't forget that!"

Artemis rolled her eyes.

"Only one as idiotic as you would forget how to spell their own name. Now, why don't we ask her?"

"Oh, yes," Apollo said.

I crossed my arms.

"Ask me what?"

Apollo's face got serious.

"Miss, I do believe we have a very serious crime happening. Are you, per chance, one of the victims of a lad named ShadowMaster?"

I gasped.

"Actually, yes! But how-"

"The god of prophecies makes an excellent detective! Eh, Watson?" Apollo said with a smirk.

"I am not Watson. Stop calling me Watson," Artemis said through clenched teeth.

"Very well, Arty Watson."

I interrupted them before Artemis had the chance to strangle Apollo.

"So what's this about ShadowMaster?" I asked.

"Ah, yes." Apollo said. "We are beginning a rather thorough investigation of all the victims of ShadowMaster to gather some clues about the young laddie's whereabouts."

"What?"

Artemis groaned.

"For crying out loud, we're trying to find out who he is!" she exclaimed.

"Then why didn't you just say so?" I asked.

"It's a complicated process, Miss," Apollo stated.

"You don't have a process!" I said, throwing my hands up in the air.

"Well…" Apollo started.

Artemis and I groaned simultaneously. Is there a point to this?

"Okay, I am a victim of ShadowMaster. Are we done here?" I asked.

"I do believe so," Apollo said. "Come, Watson; we have heaps of investigating to do! To the auto!"

Apollo ran toward his sun chariot (which he'd transformed into an old British automobile) and motioned for Artemis to follow.

Artemis sighed.

"Oh, I feel so sorry for everyone he's going to torture, including myself," she said.

"Well, we still have bigger problems; we need to find this ShadowMaster and talk some sense into him!" I said.

"You're right," Artemis said.

"Watson! Would you please hurry up?!" Apollo shouted.

Artemis groaned.

"Well, I best be going," she said.

"Yes, I bet you'll find some clues as to who this guy is!" I said.

"Oh, I hope so," Artemis said. "I really hope so…"