Prometheus had a cute little diplomatic table set up for us to sit down and talk at, which was especially inviting considering my exhaustion. But as soon as I sat, I got straight to business.

"I'd like to start out simply," I said, folding my hands together. "So firstly, what the Hades do you think you're doing?"

He poured me some tea from a kettle on the table, which I set aside, not stupid enough to drink something from the enemy. "I think I'm finally making the gods and humans what they should be: equals."

"I think you and I disagree on the definition of 'equals'," I pointed out, relaxing as I felt Hector's hand on my shoulder. Aquila, not seeming to care much for the intimidation factor of the table, perched herself on it and began to sharpen the spikes on her nunchucks.

"It's simple enough," he said in his voice was strangely deep and soft all at once. "Two or more people or races that have the same benefits, opportunities-"

"Wrong, sir."

He raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

As a demigod with ADHD, I didn't mind much interrupting. "That's wrong. Equals are two or more people or races that are treated with equal respect. The benefits and opportunities, potentials of the people will always be different, no matter what we do. If we tried to move forward on your definition, we would all be robots that are exactly the same."

"Do humans not think it better that everyone makes the same amount of money?" the titan mused, seemingly entertained by me. My eyes narrowed.

"No, we don't think it's better." I scowled. "People are different. The money they earn will be different depending on their work ethic and how much money their job makes. If we all made the same amount no matter what, who would bother to work hard?" I leaned in. "If we all lived forever, who would bother to live for the now? Who would bother to choose what was most important to them?"

"The gods work that out fine."

"Because they were born that way," I dismissed simply. "It is their responsibility to run the world for eternity; peoples and races will always be different in their responsibilities and parts in history. Sir, it only makes sense to accept differences rather than make us all similar."

He just smiled, which pissed me off. This guy didn't see me as a threat. That was going to change.

"So this is your only reasoning to do this?" I said, gesturing around the bubble, smiling in the same amused manner as he. "Pretty pathetic. I'd say you just got bored."

His fingers clenched momentarily on the table. "My people deserve the best."

"Really? The best?" I shivered. "I sure don't want to live forever. How boring. Nah, I'd rather…hmm… Live in this giant mansion with pool and private theater and a garden overlooking a beach… would you do that for me?"

"Why of course, child." He smiled.

"But I don't want immortality."

"Then you shant have it."

"Mmm, okay… so what about when the people that want it decide they're a superior race to the ones that don't and then World War three breaks out…?" I asked.

"Well…" he shifted uncomfortably.

"And how will you know who wants it and who doesn't? Going to ask every person on the planet?"

"I just want to make everyone happy…"

I stood and slammed my fists on the table, so done with his crap. "No one can make everyone happy! People have to make it themselves, and if they don't, it's their problem. You can't reward the people that don't go searching for their own happiness. I lived two lifetimes searching for happiness and fifteen years in the Underworld preparing for it, and I come out to find do***bags like you screwing it up for me! Prometheus, I am NOT a happy human."

"I thought you were a daughter of peace," he said quietly, eyeing my fists on the table.

"I'm trying to find peace. I have been for a while." I sat down. "And I can't find it with that stupid potion of yours ready to destroy the world."

"I promised the people," he said. "I promised them they could live forever."

"They can leave a legacy and reside in Elysium forever if they work for it. If they don't, there's nothing you can do about it. Let people shape their own destiny and work for their paradise." I reached out a hand. "Hand it over."

Hesitantly, out of his pocket, he took out a small vial. It held a golden liquid. So harmless-looking, and so freaking evil. It was so close to being set in the palm of my hand…

"NO!" rose a shout from our right, where a group of about a hundred mortals stood, surely the ones that had been promised life eternal. Looking at the group of them, horrified and betrayed, Prometheus, snatched it up again and began to run.

"I don't think so!" growled Hector, who took off after him as the mortals yelled and came at us with a strangled battle cry.

"Frick," I muttered, realizing that my sword would have no effect on them. I looked over to Hector worriedly to see him climbing a rock wall that Prometheus was lumbering towards.

Archer and Aquila seemed to realize the uselessness of their weapons too as Archer shrugged off his bow and quiver. "Nice knowing you guys."

Aquila cracked her knuckles. "They're just a bunch of mortals, Sunshine."

"'Sunshine'?" Archer raised his eyebrows. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were growing a bit fond of me."

"Yeah, well, good thing you know better," said Aquila, but she flashed a genuine smile at him.

"Ready for a fistfight?" I sighed to them, rolling my shoulders.

"As I'll ever be, flower queen," Archer said cheerfully.

We raised our fists.

Just then, the side of the giant bubble seemed to experience a minor explosion, stopping the mortals in their tracks. We swung our gaze to the right, where we found what must have been about half of Camp Half Blood standing at the entrance, sporting light armor, orange t-shirts, camp beads, weapons, and a lot of brass knuckles.

Percy Jackson stood grinning at the front of his small army. "I figured you could use a fist or two. My domain and all."

"Thanks for figuring," I said weakly.

"Anytime."

And the mortals and demigods crashed together.

Hello Sunshines...

Yeah, I know, I'm evil, I should have updated several months ago, I'm a terrible person... I know. I won't bother with excuses, but here you go and I'm back! I didn't realize how much I missed this story until I started writing it again...

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