Nico: We don't own Hermes's temple, Aphrodite, satyrs, Dionysus, ADHD, auras, Poseidon, Hera, or Hermes. Thanks.

-Nico

Shadow traveling into Hermes temple was easy. Avoiding one of the auras floating around was the hard part. I guess I should have expected this, every god had some kind of servants. My dad had the dead, Poseidon had sea creatures, Hermes had borrowed creatures.

They seemed to ignore me, mostly. Every few minutes, an aura would turn to me and giggle. I just rolled my eyes and continued through the temple. Eventually, I came across a satyr.

"What are you doing here?" The guy asked. He was maybe in his late thirties and definitely one of the buffest I'd ever seen. Like Grover, he had a wispy beard growing on his chin and horns sticking out from his head. "Come on kid," he said when I didn't answer, "I don't have all day!"

"Don't you satyrs work for Dionysus?" I blurted out. Nice job, ADHD just doesn't shut up, does it?

The satyr rolled his eyes, "He enjoys lending us off. Now what is it you want?"

"Uh," I stuttered, trying to remember why I was hear. "I'm looking for alí̱theia." I decided that they'd most likely know her by her Greek name, and not the American meaning of it.

He nodded down the hall. "Front desk," the satyr said before jogging off.

After another minute of walking, I found a gigantic desk stacked with papers. Sitting at the desk, with an extremely bored look on her face, sat Truth. She tapped her ear. "You've reached the temple of Hermes, god of messages, travelers, all those who travel the road, thieves, and hard-ass bosses. How may I help you?" Even from where I was standing, I could hear yelling from the ear piece. "Yes, I know Hera. I'm not supposed to say hard-ass bosses. I apologize queenie. Now, how may I direct your call?"

"Hey," I smirked, walking behind her desk.

Truth turned to me and her eyes widened. "Ni-Nico?" She chocked out. I nodded. More muted yelling. Truth's face became hard and she turned back to her phone. "No, lady Hera, no one is here with me. Yes, I can direct your call to Hermes. Please hold a moment." Truth typed in a few numbers on her office phone. "He will be with you in a few moments, thank you for calling Hermes's temple!"

"Hera calls here?" I questioned.

Truth ignored my comment and pulled me into a hug. "Oh my gods Nico! I didn't think I'd see you again." She yelled. Her arms were so tight around my neck I though she was going to chock me.

"Dying!" I managed to get out. "Prince of death is dying!"

Truth released me. "Sorry," she chuckled. The winged girl patted my head, making sure I was there. "I can't believe you're here."

I nodded. "Yeah, I had a really hard time getting here," I smirked, not planning on telling her what I'd done to get here.

Truth rolled her eyes. "Whatever, how long will you be staying?" Her black eyes were filled with hope.

"I'm not sure. I don't think I can stay long," I admitted. "Hermes and I aren't getting along."

"I'll smuggle you into my room!" She stated, a plan forming in her eyes. Truth grabbed my arm. "Come black death!" She pulled me away, most likely to where she planned on me staying.

-Nico

Nico: Our author is lazy, distracted, and annoyed with her computer at the moment. She apoligizes that Fanfiction would not let her publish this yesterday. Also, she said that once this story is finished she's debating on what Percy Jackson type story to publish next.

Just figured we'd give you something to look forward to! Thanks for the reads and reviews!