England was different.

Very different.

Unlike the previous countries we'd stayed in, England didn't border the mediterranean. It was cold and rained a ridiculous amount of the time. But still it tasted sweet to be here. We were here because we got one over father, and I'm proud to announce that since our move fathers head has deflated a lot.

This was mainly due to the tax on his old powers he was feeling. You see, the english were a people who favoured boats above all other kinds of travel and fighting and why shouldn't they. They'd already proved that they could make the worlds strongest navy, even without the help of the gods. This also had the knock on effect that Poseidon was a lot more powerful, which in turn helped father stay in his place.

Perseus was still recuperating after he made everyone forget about our marriage, though the decade he'd predicted he'd be unconscious for only had about a year to go. Even after all this time, Zoë was still sending me the odd dirty look that I could only guess was because of what I'd allowed her father to do. Despite my lieutenant being in semi-revolt, the hunt had gone from stride to stride. We'd gained some more members but there were also plenty of monsters to hunt.

This was because back in the days of Rome and before then Greece, England was the land beyond the Gods. Being outside of our sphere of power meant that old and powerful monsters had been running wild here for centuries. Incidentally this was why the Roman invasion of Britain failed.

Zoë came with me when I felt Perseus was about to wake. She was the happiest I'd seen her in the last ten years, like it had being weighing her down and now it was about to lift. I half expected Zoë to start skipping when he woke up.

I'd flashed us into my palace and we'd walked in silence to my bedroom. I didn't really know what to say. I was worried about saying anything that would effect Zoë mood, wanting her to be in a good mood for when her father woke up.

It would be a lie if I said Zoë was the only one excited about Perseus waking up. I hardly knew how to react when he did finally wake. I missed his companionship and his unswerving loyalty to his friends. Hell I even missed his insistence on using my title.

I pushed open the door and saw that Perseus was just sitting up in the bed, that was until a dark haired blur had anything to do with it.

As soon as Zoë saw her father she ran at him, tackling him back into the bed, hugging him like he might leave if she let go. Perseus looked like he had no idea what to do, though he appeared to have decided to hug Zoë back, although it was slightly awkward.

"Hey Zoë, I guess you missed me." Perseus said, obviously trying to make light of the situation. Though it had the opposite effect.

"Is that all you have to say? After ten years, you great prat! First you disappear for hundreds of years, on 'your father's orders'" Zoë did air quotes, apparently she'd been sitting on a great deal of anger at her father for a long time. "And then I get you back for what? A couple of months? And you go off leave me again! How could you do this to me?" She screamed at him as her anger gave way and she started to sob into her father's chest.

"Oh, Zoë." Perseus sighed. "I didn't want to leave you, not the first time, not this time either but I had to. It was my fault that my father left the counsel, I had to stand by him, I couldn't just ignore his direct orders." Zoë pulled her face from her fathers chest and gave him a look that I guess showed him she didn't believe him. "And I was slightly scared about how Lady Artemis would react if I just turned up at your camp." His eyes flicked up to me and then back to his daughter, who was smirking and blatantly trying not to laugh.

"And what about this time?" Zoë asked once her laughter was under control.

At this Perseus sighed, his gaze resting on me for just a second. "I had to protect Lady Artemis from my father." He said in a near whisper.

"What! Why would you need to protect Lady Artemis from Lord Poseidon?" Zoë asked, echoing the dynamic of his voice.

"My father, as you may have realised, isn't on the best of terms with Lord Zeus." I snorted, that was the understatement of the millennia: they hated each other. "And because of this I don't think that my father is above using Lady Artemis against Lord Zeus."

I didn't really know what to think of this; on the one hand I was touched by how caring and thoughtful Perseus was being but on the other I was furious that he'd even implied that I couldn't take care of myself.

"And also I didn't want to rob Lady Artemis of her life and principles. All she'd worked for, all she'd stood for would disappear if people knew that we were married. Her hunt would be collapsed and the hunters, well let's just say that these English men aren't any better than the men of Greece, Rome or Spain."

I was nodding, they were good points but it also reminded me of Perseus's selflessness only making me like him more. Zoë looked like she liked the reasons less but in the end nodded her head.

With Zoë now having heard why Perseus did what he did, I suggested that the two of them spend some time together while I went back to the hunts camp site. They quickly agreed, an evil look appearing on Zoë's face at the thought of some unsupervised time to carry out the more harmful methods of revenge she's been planning while he was unconscious. Not wanting to be caught in the cross fire, I quickly flashed away from my palace.

My theory was proven correct when a rather worse for wear Perseus flashed into my camp with Zoë, grinning like a cheshire cat I might add, holding his hand.

"How bad was it?" I jokingly asked the god.

He thought for a second before answering. "Think of the top ten worst things you've ever done to a male," I nodded, various images of vile men with missing body parts in my mind. "Now think of all of those happening to one person." I nodded, starting to be disgusted by the image I was forming. "Then double it." Perseus finished, a slight smirk on his face, making it obvious that he exaggerating.

Deciding to play along, I congratulated Zoë for a job well done causing the huntress to roll her eyes.

Perseus then turned to his daughter. "If Lady Artemis allows it I'll come by next week and we'll go somewhere together, if you want." he said before both of them turning to me.

Two sets of 'puppy dog' eyes pleaded with me to let them, and it worked. "Alright!" I said, "After all you've done for me, Perseus, I think you're more than welcome to spend some time with Zoë."

To almost identical grins appeared on the tows faces. It was at this point I decided that I never wanted to get on the bad side of either of them.

"Okay, baby girl, I'll see you next week, try not to kill anyone." Perseus said to Zoë, planting a kiss on the girls forehead before letting her go and see her friends in the hunt. And then with one last nod in my direction Perseus flashed out, leaving me on the outskirts of my camp alone.

Before long, the monarch changed. Queen Elizabeth died leaving the arrogant James the sixth of Scotland to become the James the first of Britain.

I'd liked Queen Liz, she never married and remained a virgin her whole life despite many proposals and suiters. All while holding the most powerful role in the country, despite the heavily prejudged society against women and women's rights.

King James was one I didn't like. He was convinced by his 'right to rule' and that 'God' had chosen him for kingship. Which of course was absolute bollocks, the idea of Kings and Queens was a stupid idea thought up by mortals so they could blame someone else if something went wrong.

His son and predecessor, Charles the first was, by some way of which I do not understand, worse than his father, taking the idea of his divinely chosen right to rule to fanatical devotion. So much so that a civil came about.

The roman and greek demigods were divided by the war. The Romans sided with the royalists, as for much of their history they had followed one leader in charge of everyone. The Greeks sided with the parliamentarians being a more democratic people by nature. It was the biggest loss of life in any demigod conflict and caused us Olympians to divide them, no longer were Greeks and Romans allowed to meet, they were going to be kept apart with no knowledge of the others.

In the end the parliamentarians won and a man called Oliver Cromwell was put in charge. All in all, I didn't see what difference the civil war made: one dictator was replaced with another.

When Cromwell dies Charles 1's son replaced him, making the civil war even more pointless.

At this point the British Empire was starting grow quicker than ever cementing Britain as the strongest empire in the west.

With the industrial revelation starting in Britain before anywhere else, no doubt caused by my sister's influence, the Empire grew more until one third of the world was under british control.

Poseidon was stronger than ever before. The british relied heavily on their navy to beat anyone who challenged them making them more and more dependant on the sea god for their continued dominance. He was of course repaid by the many prayers of sailers and scarifies made to him.

Zeus of course didn't like the fact that he was no longer the strongest god on Olympus. He tried to force the flame of the west to move in a similar way the sea god had done centuries ago, in a war that the mortals called the Napoleonic wars. Zeus acting through his son Napoleon Bonaparte ultimately lost at the Battle of Trafalgar at the hands of a son of Poseidon, Horatio Nelson.

In the early twentieth century that a war broke out between the Allied and Axis powers. Though it was an all mortal conflict it did affect the gods. Though they were the victors it left Britain crippled. Heaped in finical debt and deeply affected by the loss of life they were no longer the most powerful country in the world, that mantle instead being picked up by the United States of America.

A country that before the war that had very little military power as they hadn't needed it but their being involved in the world war changed this making them the most powerful country in the world.

And we'd been in the USA ever since. We almost moved to Germany when Hades rebelled through one of his sons, but the attempt was crushed by the Allies, championed by the children of Zeus and Poseidon. The great prophecy was made shortly after about the next child of the 'big three' to reach the age of sixteen and so the three gods made an agreement to not have anymore demigod children and all the other gods opened betting pools about who would break it first.

Of course, fairly predictably, father broke the pact first and Apollo owes me twenty drachmas.

Hey, I'd like to apologise for the long wait since I last updated, I had a shit load of exams I had to do/revise for. However, luckily for you lot, all this time I spent reading up on quantum physics and the like gave me the chance to think of a few more ideas and a few completely new ones.

As always any comments about the story are welcome, please don't hold back.