Years later

The child grew as the years went by. She went from a squirming baby to a young girl in a matter of no time. She was a small girl who kept her same snowlike complexion that she had as a baby and her icy grey eyes as well. Her hair grew in thick and in waves, the same hue as her silver eyes. You could find her cowering behind another god, not scared but curious. She never proved to be a threat, at least not yet.

As she reached of a certain age she was to take classes to be educated on language and history. If she wanted to learn more she'd have to ask gods to teach her, unfortunately they weren't so keen on the matter and didn't want to waste their time. The girl kept to herself most of the time, only speaking a few words when she needed something. She grew up from her adolescent crying and maintained a calm demeanor to her adoptive mothers fortune.

She still remained without a name.

"You need to work on your communication skills." Hera mentioned to the young girl while she placed the steaming bowl of soup before the girl. The girl didn't respond and dug her spoon into the bowl swirling around it's contents.

"And your manners..." mumbled Hera.

The door leading to the lavish dinning room swung open revealing Ares in a fury. He stomped up to his mother, fire in his eyes. "What's the matter my son?" Asked Hera who was unfazed by her sons sudden violent presence.

He towered over both the women, his slightly bronzed skin glistened in the firelight and his brown eyes shot daggers everywhere he turned. His muscular arms were folded tightly over his chest, he was heaving with rage. He was handsome yet terrifying. It's fair to say every god is handsome in their own way.

"That thing is the matter!" Roared Ares, he pointed towards the young girl who seemed completely uninterested.

"What has she done to you to leave you in such a fit of rage, hm?" Hummed Hera. She placed her own bowl of soup on her placemat and sat down before it, she dusted salt over it while Ares paces back and forth.

He displayed a sharp silver pin on his palm, the top was embroidered with silver leaves and small white jewels. The tip was gleaming with sharpness however had a spec of gold liquid, golden blood of another god. The girls eyes widened and she shot up from her seat. She reached for the pin only for it retreat back into Ares grasp.

"This thing was sitting on my throne!" Said Ares through gritted teeth. Hera rolled her eyes in response and began to eat her soup. The girl stood upset in front of Ares, her eyes begging for her pin back.

"And?" Asked Hera, obviously not seeing that as a reason for rage.

"Well I sat on it!" Groaned Ares.

Hera's eyes narrowed as she saw the godly blood sitting on the sharp end of the pin, she knew the pin belonged to the girl considering she was the one who gave it to her.

"This brat keeps leaving her shit everywhere. I won't tolerate a kid running around rampant in Olympus." Ares angrily continued.

Hera exchanged a stern look with the girl but only saw sadness in her eyes. The girl looked at Ares and held her hand out for the pin, "I'm sorry. It won't happen again." She apologized, her voice soft.

Ares scoffed and in a split second he threw the pin on the marble flooring and attempted to smash it to pieces with his foot. The girl gasped and fell to the ground with it, she tried to reach for the precious pin but it was too late. His foot was already on it.

Ares chuckled and began grinding his foot on the pin harder right in front of her.

She didn't know why she was so attached to the pin. It was a gift and she didn't like seeing anything being destroyed.

Ares looked down at the girl with a wicked grin, Hera shot up from her chair in anger. "Was that necessary! That was a gift from me to her!" She yelled.

Ares rolled his eyes and released his foot from the shattered pin, "Perhaps you should get her dull gifts in the future, not something sharp that she could leave around." Retorted Ares.

The girl scooped up the remnants of the once beautiful pin and cupped it in her soft hands, her grey eyes stared at the pile of metal wishing it hadn't broke. Ares and Hera continued to bicker back and forth, while the girl simply mourned the loss of her gift.

She was fond of this mere pin. It was her first gift from her adoptive mother, a beautiful pin that she always wore in her hair. Unfortunately whilst in the throne room The god of Wine, Dionysus; made her wipe up the spillage of wine before him. He could've simply snapped his fingers and it would be gone but he felt she needed "discipline" as he put. She took her pin out and set it aside without thinking to clean up the large mess, and thus she forgot it. How could she forget?

She felt so foolish. She squeezed her eyes shut and something miraculous happened. The broken pen levitated from her hand and piece by piece the shards connected together reforming the once crushed pin.

When she opened her eyes the pin lay in her hands, fully formed as if it never broke in the first place. Ares and Hera both watched in shock, this was the first time the girl displayed any sort of power. They expected her first exhibition of power would be earth shattering or destructive yet it was the opposite.

The girl was just as shocked. She curiously twirled the pin in her hand looking for any sign of cause. She didn't know how she did that.

Ares looked infuriated, but he stormed out instead of making a larger scene. Hera rushed to the girls side and took the pin from her hands to look for herself. "H-how... fascinating." She breathed.

She looked towards the girl with eyes full of admiration. Perhaps this titaness wasn't as dangerous as they thought.

Hera took a leap and decided to ask the question that's been unanswered for far too long.

"C-can you tell me your name?" Asked Hera.

The girl pondered for a moment, she was unable to reach for it or the thought. They expected her to know her own name yet she was unable to. How did they expect her to know that?

"I-I don't know yet." The girl stammered, she watched Hera's face fall in disappointment.

"That's okay my dear, it's just hard to refer to you without a name." She explained. She was right. To get her attention you'd have to look or speak directly towards her, you can't call out for her. The girls eyes brightened as she developed an idea,

"How about we give me a temporary name. Like a nickname." The girl suggested,

Hera smiled at the girl, "What sort of nickname?"

The girl shrugged, "I don't know. I'll think about it."

The girl walked down a the long marble path that was lined with gleaming columns. Lined the path was vast grasslands, some expansive and empty; others futile and full. She kept her gaze towards the pin laying on her hand and continue walking, her mind filled with thoughts.

Her POV:

I didn't exactly know what this meant. I expected my powers to be earth shattering and destructive like it's always been perceived to be by Zeus and others. But for me to miraculously pull a broken pin piece by piece back together is strange.

I sighed and gently placed the pin in my hair, where I had always put it before. Holding my tightly bound waves into a hallway updo. I immediately felt more put together than before, I had missed my Pin.

As I walked the sound of wind snapping in a split second caused my head to shoot up in shock towards the source of the sound. An arrow flew past me in great precision as it pierced into a nearby tree.

I look around wide eyed and my eyes landed on a friend of mine. In the gleaming green fields stood Apollo with a sympathetic smile. His hand reached around to awkwardly scratch his neck. His golden blonde hair blew gently in the wind threatening to spill from his bun, his bright blue eyes met my gray dull ones with pity.

"I didn't see you there!" He called out, he sported a goofy grin probably in the hopes of charming his way out of almost piercing me with his arrow.

"It's okay." I simply responded, not bothering to start any conflict. And besides, who would want to start conflict with the god of sun and light? He's nice.

"You're just so quiet, like a rodent or something." He thought aloud, he caught himself in his unintended insult and I could see him mentally palm himself through his eyes.

"I didn't mean-I mean if you were a rodent you'd be a really nice rodent and-" his bit his lip to prevent himself from talking any further and worsening the situation. I was a bit surprised by his awkwardness. He's always been a charming god who had a way with his words.

It's probably my cold aura and disinterest that throws him off, I intimidate him or something. "It's okay Apollo. It should've paid better attention." I said shrugging, not condemning him for his previous inconsiderate comments.

He smiled and nodded in response, I assumed that was goodbye and I continued to walk away until he called out for me.

"Hey! Girly!" He called.

Did he just call me girly? I know I said I'd want a nickname but girly?! No thank you. Then again what else do I expect him to call me?

I turned around and tilted my head, waiting for his means of calling.

"What were you looking at?" He Asked with interest, he stood on his tippy toes and attempted to see what was in my hand previously. I smiled kindly and walked up to him, I gestured towards my hair that held my pin. He just had to know everything, no matter how small.

To my dismay, he plucked the pin right of my hair to examine and my hair do completely fell down.

He stared at me in horror. "It's okay-" I started.

"You always say it's okay. I just like RUINED your hair!" Gasped Apollo.

He reached over and tried to wildly mold my hair into its previous position. He jabbed the pin back in slightly poking my scalp which caused me to jump.

He let go of the pin and it all just fell down. I felt myself grin, which I might add; I rarely do. Then next thing I knew, I was laughing.

"I'll just let you fix it." He sighed, "Anyways, I saw you examining that in your hand. What's so interesting about it?"

Didn't he just say earlier that he didn't see me? And that I was quiet like a "rodent". Yet he mentions that he saw me way before he even shot the arrow. I don't believe he has the means or intentions to hurt me, I think this was all a ploy to talk to me. That man would do ANYTHING for gossip. I wonder if he heard what happened earlier, Ares does have a loud mouth.

I sighed and explained what happened before with Ares. Apollo's eyes lit up in admiration, "What a gentle show of power! You healed that pin!" He beamed.

"It's an object. It can be put back together but not healed." I retorted.

The once stumbling act he put on earlier was gone as he moved behind me and gently pieced my curls back together, and with accuracy he placed the pin back in and my hair stood up perfectly in a similar hair do as before. I felt my heart pang and cheeks get hot as I felt his finger tips ever so often brush against the back of my neck as the reached for pieces of hair. He got what he wanted from me. He got his gossip. He was never intimidated by me.

He tries to come across as underwhelming, more human, and not a threat to gain your trust.

I felt slightly offended. That he'd put up an act to get information out of me. When I was offended or angry, I don't blatantly show it. I get cold and distant.

I brushed his hand away and stormed off, leaving the confused god standing alone in the field. "Was it something I said?" He asked dumbfounded,

I'm sure he's said that sentence thousands of times in his life time, all to people or lovers he's upset. It almost sounded natural to him...

I wanted to not trust him. But at the same time I couldn't help but open up to him.