The third god they had a pleasure to meet had not been their parents like they thought. It wasn't even Hermes coming to demand them to stand before the gods.

It was no one other than their camp director.

Dionysus.

Ariadne had been working in Silena's Eatery helping Katie with the backlog of orders that were flowing in from their guests. She was also playing security because she could easy see those Spartan emblems. It was a little confusing to her because Rachel had informed them of the neighboring kingdom preparing for war. They didn't need to waste time with them.

Nevertheless, Ariadne didn't let it bother her. She just continued to move through the tables as if she was walking across water.

It was when she was headed back to the kitchens when she saw him. No matter what timeline, she would recognize the madness to those eyes anywhere. She slipped into the kitchen immediately catching Katie's attention.

"Mr. D is here," Katie gasped peeking through the door to try to see their director. He looked nothing how he looked in their time. He was much slimmer. Ariadne sneered a little. His hair was longer and curlier than hers. Being a deity was starting to look much more appealing. At least he didn't have to worry about split ends and cutting your hair when a knot just won't come loose.

At least he was wearing chiton. Apollon and Hermes had enough paintings in their temples with them dressed in just chlamys.

Katie slapped her upside the head before hastily fixing the younger girl's clothing and hair. "Go, you must be the one to serve him. Let no other grace his presence unless he deems it so."

Ariadne scowled as the menu was placed in her hands alongside some appetizers. "Who do you think I am? Chase?"

Taking a deep breath, the child of sea made her way to the table of the youngest Olympian. His eyes burned brightly as she neared him. She almost stumbled from the intensity. Castor and Pollux had always stated that something had changed in their father was he reborn. It was written in sacred texts that only his children knew where to find. Apparently, Dionysus had kept writings from his time as a godling to when he was reborn as a demigod then turned Olympian. But there was a big difference.

Madness. The twins always smiled happily and crazed whenever they spoke of it.

Here, it was clear that he hadn't been ripped apart by titans yet. Ariadne had the passing thought if she showed do something about that before she slammed the mental walls around her mind. She didn't know how powerful this version of their camp director was, but she wasn't inclined to find out.

"Gods blessed, welcome to Silena's Eatery. How may I serve you," Ariadne was of the sea. It took a lot of focus for her to be able to confine her speech patterns to one that resembled the netherworld's. Her only saving grace was that her new york accent managed to cover what she couldn't change.

Dionysus looked over the menu slowly before raising his eyes back to hers, "I shall have a taste of each of your finest ale alongside the Castor combo."

Ariadne felt her heart clench. Dionysus didn't even know he was eating a meal consisted of his future deceased son's favored foods. It was a struggle to keep a blank face, but she somehow managed.

"Tis a fine choice. It would usually cost twenty gold drachmas, but for you, mi 'lord, it shall be free of charge."

The god smiled and laughed in delight. A shiver ran down Ariadne's back from the power of divinity in that sound. "Ah, a good eye that you have. Not many can tell when they are in the presence of deities and yet, you managed to pick me out."

Ariadne smiled a little bashfully. Unlike her brother, she had always been better at recognizing gods. Though just like her brother, she was never as respectful as she should have been. "With only a glance, I knew that you were not meant to walk alongside us mere mortals. There had been something otherworldly about you."

Dionysus hummed as he looked her over. Ariadne fidgeted just a little before she bowed before him, "Permission to be excused, mi 'lord. I shall have your order ready for you almost as swift as the Herald."

The god smiled as if he gained all his answers in one, "You are a very curious being, demigod. Before you take your leave, I shall know your name."

Her lips curved into a slow smirk, "I am Ariadne of Castellan."

With that, she turned away.

Dionysus would become a frequent visitor of land after that. At this point, every member of their little excursion has managed to meet him at least twice. He showed interest in the grapes that they were growing.

He watched in amusement as Will and Nico played a more version of Mythomagic that was catered more so towards the demigods of their future. [Ariadne would never not be filled with pride when her card was not only rare but was also incredibly powerful.] He was quickly taken by the game and sometimes showed up during important meetings with the dryads and satyrs to demand a game. Even when others were traveling from other kingdoms to visit the lands, they stopped what they were doing to cater to his attention.

Even so, the twelve of them had been tending to their own business around the kingdom. Nico had been at his palace guiding the wandering souls to the opening of Erebus. Thalia was teaching Will how to shoot an arrow since he was previously horrible at it while he taught her medical herbs and paste to remember for when she inevitably leaves. Katie was picking fruits and vegetables within her field for dinner that night. Annabeth and Clarisse were sparring with Chris and Percy watching to match sure that they didn't kill each other. The Stolls were going over product placement in their store.

Meanwhile Ariadne stumbled over Rachel. The girl in question was sitting in a trance in front of her easel. Two opposing armies faced each other. She bit back a gasp when she saw herself locked in battle with one of the men.

"Rachel, what is this," she questioned with furrowed eyes. Her eyes tracked over everything she could see in the picture.

The girl only hummed as her hand continued to move across the canvas. Ariadne's gazed locked onto the symbols of Sparta and Athens. Her eyes widen in shock. Was she really going to be here to witness the legendary war? Where the Spartans beat the Athens to the ground? It was only her favored tale ever. And Ariadne knew how much Clarisse loved it.

But her brow furrowed when she looked back at the image of herself fighting someone wearing the Spartan emblem.

"War is amongst us," the oracle spoke. She turned to look at Ariadne who just looked back at her.

"We must tell the others," the child of sea declared.

Getting the others together in what was quickly becoming their private meeting room of the grove had been easy. It was nighttime and most of their guests were in their beds or going for late night strolls around the kingdom.

The twelve of them were situated in the grove as they talked over this new occurrence.

"What are we going to do," Katie demanded. "We do not suppose to take part of their wars!"

Ariadne kept her gaze focused onto the temples across the river. Her heart squeeze just a little to think of Apollo with his other most famed lover. Her lips curled into a snarl as she thought about someone else gaining his affections.

She was not interested in sharing her beloved.

"We fight," she declared. "We either go now and assert our dominance or the winner will come for us. This war is at our back door. With either Sparta or Athens as the victor, they will set their eyes on us next. So, we fight. We win. And we make them think thrice before challenging us."

Ariadne didn't have to look at Clarisse to know the other was smirking, "Putting them against four of the children of the kronides would definitely make them pause. We'll be on standby in case you all need any help which I highly doubt."

Turning around, the princess of the sea smiled almost cruelly. "Well, let's do this."

Chase nodded her head, "Alright, here's the plan."

The four children of the original six stood side by side as the armies of Sparta and Athens came to a standstill. It was boring waiting for them to get into position. Nico tapped the tip of his sword to the ground bringing up the remains of deceased animals. He smiled to himself as a little mouse ran around him in circles. Twisting his head to look at his cousins, he noticed Katie tapping her finger to some unheard rhythm. With each finer tap, a flower bloomed and changed shape around wrist. Her brow was furrowed as she looked over the armies.

Thalia was calmly gazing over the forces as she tossed a ball of lightning between her hands. She cut her hair back into its pixie cut keeping it out of her face as she leaned slightly on her feet ready to attack at a moment's notice.

His gaze slid over to the twins who were speaking quietly too each other. The words were too smooth and tangled for him be able to understand anything before he realized they were speaking the song of the sea. Percy was using riptide as a walking stick while waving his other hand around. Ariadne was rolling her eyes as she twisted her bracelet around her wrist.

It was like some unseen power forced them to straighten. They could feel their veil recede from around them. Immediately, the hairs of their skin stood to attention.

They had gained the interest of the gods.

"Earth Mother. Corn Mother. Mistress of Food. Hail, Katie, daughter of Demeter. Lady of the Harvest. Lady of the seasons." The voices of Clotho whispered into their minds. Katies power activated on their own as the blades of grass swirled around her forming into the shape of a sickle.

"M-my daughter? HOW? I do not recall conceiving her."

Katie really didn't want to know about her mother's sex life.

Atropos spoke fondly as she announced, "The Rich One. The Silent One.God of Riches and God of the Dead. Hail, King Nicholas of Castellan, son of the Lord of the Underworld."

Nico smirked lightly. From the ghost king to the king of castellan. It was a nice upgrade though it was still weird to hear his full name. His sword seemed freeze the air around them as he swung it around lazily. The skeletal animals rubbed against him as if they were mere pets.

"He will grow to be a fine warrior. When he is ready, I will make him the general of my army."

"I honestly never thought I would be saying this, but the boy needs to eat more, husband. He needs more grain in his diet. What are they feeding him in that kingdom?"

If only the Persephone of his time could hear herself now.

Thalia stood to attention when she felt the heated glare of her stepmother on her skin. It wasn't even a new feeling if she was being honest.

Lachesis stated calmly, "King of the Gods. King of Olympus. Father of Gods and Men. Hail, Thalia, daughter of the Sky God."

"You shall claim her for your hunt. She has the build of archer and the look of a huntress."

Thalia smiled to herself at that. Soon, she would be back with her sisters and mistress.

"Planning on becoming a huntress to escape fate again," Nico mocked. Thalia twisted her spear in-between her fingers as she gazed upon the younger child. "Yeah, I am leaving. But I'm done running from fate. I'm gonna take whatever they throw at me this time."

Ariadne tilted her head to the side as she listened closely to the words of the fates. "Earth shaker. Storm breaker. Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus and Ariadne. The Twin Swords. Children of the Sea God."

The Twin Swords? Man, she hasn't heard that in forever. Percy rose a brow at her as spun Riptide through the air. She smiled at him as she twisted her sword charm.

Their eyes were drawn back to the armies when one of the Spartan warriors yelled out a battle cry before charging. Ariadne turned her gaze upwards towards the heavens. She imagined she was looking each of the Olympians directly in their eyes filled with the challenge to try to stop her.

"Let's do this," Thalia stated as she charged up her spear. Each of them held their weapons steady before turning to the armies. Ariadne could feel the need for bloodshed rise within her. "I don't care what you all do. Just leave his royal highness to me."