Frank and Piper reached the oracle's cave. Earlier, as they were still on their way, they would notice the other demigods doing their regular activities as they always do, although most of them were talking about Lady Athena's incident. Some said that perhaps it was just a deity pretending to be her, and others say that maybe she was being controlled by some spell. There was even that Hermes kid who theorized that maybe the Olympians were playing truth or dare and Athena was doing a dare. But none of those affected Frank and Piper. Rachel's confirmation would enlighten them.

"Rachel," sweetly called Piper from outside.

Frank looked at his friend with a doubting expression. "Are you charmspeaking her?" He asked.

"Oops."

The pair both heard footsteps that were getting louder. Rachel then appeared.

"How can I help you?" She asked, sounding like some clerk.

"Rachel, I think you may have an idea of why we're here," immediately said the Aphrodite girl.

The oracle tensed a bit. "Does that have something to do with the gods?"

Frank nodded. "Yes, in a way."

Rachel then let the two demigods inside, and they were greeted by Nico.

"I guess that's more members to the weirdness mystery club," said he.

Piper shrugged. "Consider us in."

Frank then told Rachel and Nico the appearance of Ares in cabin five. As he narrated, he noticed Rachel and Nico would look at each other nervously. Piper, on the other hand, had thought that maybe Ares could currently be in their cabin and she wasn't there. But it's not like she wanted to see him, anyway.

"Alright," the son of Hades scratched his hair. "That's quite too much. Acting like that is something the god of war could never do."

"We have thought of an idea that it was a fake," answered Frank, "that it was something instigated by some nature spirit or monster who wanted to destroy the gods' dignity."

"Actually, I've hoped for that," said Rachel, "but the real basis of their identity is the first weird thing: Lady Athena's appearance. Chiron greeted her politely, so it meant it was exactly Pallas Athena, even with an odd outfit on. As for the rest...they were real. Every act was from a prophecy."

"What?!"

Rachel took the certain tape and played the weird prophecy.

"That was…that was messed up!" Piper exclaimed in a deep breath.

"That's what I said earlier," answered Nico.

The oracle nodded. "This is my theory. I told this to Nico earlier, that I think the gods had to do something they didn't want to do. Lady Athena doesn't support Percy for her daughter, but she was there in the dining pavilion, cheering for Percabeth. You seven-of-the-prophecy guys aren't into Lady Hera, but she served us earlier by the lake. Like that."

Nico sighed in relief that Rachel didn't tell about Apollo singing to him.

"So," continued the mortal, "I think the gods were being dared. I know it's crazy, but…they could be playing truth or dare."

"Truth or-wait," said Piper, as she held up a hand, "okay, that is the weirdest theory ever. The gods are too formal to play that." She spoke of the last word as if its figurative meaning was tabooed. Frank looked like he wanted to gouge his heart out.

"Well, I don't know about their intentions," replied Rachel, "so my thoughts are until there. It's just I...well."

When she couldn't think of words to say, she shrugged, bit her lip and sighed. "Maybe we should come up with another one."

Frank nodded, and raised his hand formally. "I concur."


Every deity stifled a laugh as Ares came back to the throne room.

"Laugh all you want," he thought. He looked at Hephaestus, who was obviously enjoying it.

"Hey you, lame-o," he pointed at the god, "Truth or dare?"

Hephaestus looked at Ares. Apparently he wanted revenge.

"Truth," he answered, "but it's not like I'm afraid of you."

The war god growled. It was too bad. He could've had a good dare coming up.

"Ugh...whatever. You like Aphrodite, don't you?"

Is that something to be afraid of? Because the blacksmith wasn't. He looked at him in a bored manner and said, "Yes. Don't we all?"

Aphrodite instantly blushed. The other gods looked at him approvingly. They liked Aphrodite, with the fact that she was pretty. Just because she was pretty, yes. But she can be somehow nice, and she had to be given credit. Ares, meanwhile, kept scowling. He owned her. At least, that's what he thought.

"Apollo," called Hephaestus. "truth or Dare?"

"Huh? Me again?" He wanted to protest but replied dare, much to his sister's dismay.

"Okay!" Hephaestus inhaled sharply, and slowly exhaled with a giggle. "I dare you to kiss the floor a hundred times!"

"Wait, kiss the floor?" Apollo complained and froze in shock.

But he didn't have a choice, did he? So he kissed the floor, as Hephaestus dared him to. Of course, the gods laughed, and their laughter elevated even more as Artemis spoke a haiku:

"Oh please, dear brother!

Kiss the floor harder,

Prove us you're awesome!"

Apollo felt so un-hot now -whatever the right word was, since it would be ironic to say un-cool- and he couldn't figure out if it was worse than singing in Nico's ear. Solangelo or Apollo x Floor?

After the hundredth kiss, Apollo quickly ran to the closest fountain and gurgled. The other gods showed their disgust in their different ways. Although two of them remained amazed.

"I ship it!" Hermes said aloud. "Apollo and the floor! Long live the couple!"

"It's Apolloor!" Aphrodite blurted and squealed at her discovery. "Yay, I found a ship name!"

Hephaestus and Ares laughed at the same time.

"I hate you guys," grumbled Apollo as he went back on the throne room, hearing those gross Apollo x Floor talks. Too bad he didn't prepare a dare for Hermes. There was, but it wasn't for him. It was for someone to feel the wrath of his revenge.

"Lady Hera!" He said in a rather authoritative voice. "Truth or dare?"

This one is trying to get back at me, thought Hera. "Dare," she replied, even when she was filled with doubt. She had to show she wasn't backing down. She had pride, after all.

"Lady Hera," Apollo began in mocking formality, "I know-we all know how you remained faithful to Lord Zeus despite his adultery to multiple women, and we all couldn't help but wonder how you could have stayed in your ground even when he was hurting you."

Everyone else tensed at Apollo's words. He was getting to a quite personal matter that no one dared to speak. Hera started to snarl. Zeus felt more than embarrassed. This game wasn't supposed to get personal.

You're one to talk, Apollo. Artemis thought. Like you weren't like father.

"Why don't you take revenge in a different way?" He asked. "Lady Hera, I dare you to flirt with a satyr!"

"What?!" Everyone said in chorus. When they thought something very bad was about to happen...it was a weird side of bad.

"F-f-flirt?" Hera stuttered. She looked white, like she was about to faint any time.

Apollo, who has been stifling a laugh, let it out. He cackled.

"Ha!" The god exclaimed in triumph. "Revenge! Solangelo fluff, huh?"

"It was your twin who said that!" Hera said. Artemis immediately flinched. Too bad she couldn't say anything.

I feel you, said Athena in her thoughts, but she didn't convey it to Apollo.

"Hey, remember what Aphrodite said!" Apollo argued. "A dare is a dare!"

Just when the nature spirits were just starting to get over Demeter's Gangnam style dare, things would become worse. The reluctant goddess stood up and left the throne room, her sandals making a clicking sound in the floor.


Simon was overlooking the view on Mount Olympus in the beautiful afternoon. He had done this a million times, although it would be good if he could share it with a someone special. He laughed at himself. The forty five year old satyr wasn't a hopeless romantic, but was willing to indulge in romance, if he could ever find that beautiful nymph of his dreams.

"Hi there, baby."

Simon looked around to see a woman in familiar clothing. This wasn't a nymph. It was the queen deity.

Lady Hera.

"Care to stay?" She asked with a wink.