Two short chapters coming up. These are gonna be small interludes coming from the perspective of two different settings within this world, so try not to be confused.

The Percy chapters are gonna be normal length though, don't worry.

Also, whoever guesses this POV gets a cookie.

Disclaimer: All characters not created by me are owned by Rick Riordan.

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I never was one for trusting people. Especially those who speak in the form of eagles and clouds. Larger than life figures with the power to destroy worlds and universes, simply with a snap of their figures. Those that are the most powerful beings to ever exist, yet still ask others to do their work for them.

It always seemed pathetic and strange to me, but who am I? I've always been a simple girl.

"I have what you want!" they always said.

"I need something done, I need some trouble stirred, and you love trouble!"

It may have been sad to hear, but it was true. Any misfortune that comes across those who do not deserve it, brings me joy. It's the ray of sun that warms my dark heart. Hell, most of the time it's me who brings the misfortune.

Why? Because I'm twisted, that's why.

I'm very good at it too, perhaps far too good at it, like a master chef who prepares his signature dish. I take my time with it, respect the process, test the taste many times, before finally bringing it out to be seen.

And the wonderful thing was, the grander the dish, the easier it was for me! Plans would be whispered between others, be carried through the wind, and find its way to me; gods would come to me with their plans, the ingredients, allowing me to do nothing but what I was best at; the three hags would give me visions, ones of destruction, death, and angst, knowing that I would relish in being the one to bring it to fruition.

But this dish, oh, it was going to be grander than anything I've ever been a part of.

To be quite honest, most of what the gods and others come to me with are idiotic pranks and jokes that they want done. It's usually when someone's upset them, but they don't want to be blamed. And I will do it, and they know that I will do it, because I do not fear the Olympians. For it's because of me they still stand, and why they're in power in the first place. If not for me, they would have still been sitting together to this day, crying day and night as they burned in Kronos's stomach acid.

This new project, however, was much more dangerous than anything I'd ever done. Something, that if it weren't done precisely, would get us all thrown into Tartarus to rot with our ancestors for eternity. Unfortunately for the Olympians, I'm far too good at my job. And not only am I good at it, I'm in love with it.

A few months ago, on my annual pilgrimage to Mount Ida, I had been sitting at the mountain's peak, watching the ocean as the waves crashed against the shore's rocks. I reminisced on old times, thinking of when the world was clear of true evil, and when my children and grandchildren roamed peacefully atop the Earth.

Then, wind began to swirl all around me, whipping my hair and the rags of my robe all about. I was about to walk back down towards the bottom, to set camp, until a voice came to me.

It said: "I was wondering if you wanted to help me with something, my dear. The Olympians you hate above all else, will be turned against one another, and destroyed."

I was genuinely curious as to who this man was, for I had never told anyone of my yearly pilgrimages.

So I said to this man, "What do you plan?"

He gave me three steps.

Three steps that would start the first Great War that we had seen in years. Stealing Zeus's Master Bolt wasn't one of them, no. But it would make things much, much easier.

Step one: Turn Hera against her husband.

It was a bit ironic that Hera, the goddess of matrimony, would betray her husband, and be the one to end the reign of the Olympians. But, perhaps it was a long time coming, seeing the long history of Zeus's adultery.

And unpredictably, this one proved to be rather simple, for Hera had recently found out that another child of Zeus had made it to Camp Half Blood, all the way from Nevada. It was a feat that not many had achieved, so Zeus rewarded him by claiming the child as soon as he entered the safeties of the camp. And when he did, it caused Hera much distress and grief.

However, Hera was not the only one offended by the appearance of this child. Hades and Poseidon were also upset, for their younger brother had broken their sacred Oath once again. But, they did not say anything, for they had illegitimate children alive as well.

But this was far from the only reason they held resentment towards the King of the Gods.

Hades had held hate for his brother for a long time, ever since Zeus turned his lover into a soot stain all those years ago. As for Poseidon, he had grown more and more angry with the god of lightning for years, for every time an Olympian council meeting was held, Zeus always brought up the idea of killing Poseidon's two demigod twins. It made him even more upset now, knowing that the entire time Zeus had been hiding one as well.

The Olympians had made my job easy, all that was needed was a little push to get things going.

After the claiming of Zeus's child, Hera had gone missing, and was nowhere to be found. And after she was missing from the Olympian council meeting a few days later, there was an Earth-wide search to find her. After three days she still had not been found, leading everyone to think that she had finally been broken, after years of disrespect from her husband.

I found her rather quickly though, for I was always one to gravitate towards distress. I found her sitting on a beach, in a remote island of the Bermuda Triangle. She had large bags underneath her bright brown eyes, and had clearly been crying for a long time, for her eyes were bloodshot and puffy. She had a cup next to her, and a giant goblet full of the red wine. Her usually braided hair was nappy and unkempt, and her skin was a shade paler than normal. The white, loose dress she wore was practically falling off from her body, and it was filthy, being stained by sand, dirt, and salt from the ocean alike.

I smiled to myself. "Absolutely perfect." Still hiding from her sight, I took a few steps into the water on the opposite side of the island. I found a small fish, and trapped it by cupping it, as well as some water, in my hand.

I held it up, and smiled. "Hello, little friend. Tell Lord Poseidon that Hera is on this island. Don't tell him it was a woman who sent you," I warned. "You'll be rewarded much more heavily if he thinks you did it on your own. Understand?" The small fish swirled around in the pool of water in my hand. "Good. Now go on." I placed the fish back into the water and watched it swim away fast.

Hiding myself in the clouds once again, I watched as the Lord of the Seas, Poseidon, emerged from the waves of the ocean. He walked up to Hera with a distressed look, sat down beside her, and put an arm around her bare shoulders.

"What's wrong, my dear Hera?" he asked. "Why have you done this to yourself?"

Maybe it was because she was truly done with the antics of Zeus, or maybe it was the wine, for right when Poseidon asked her those questions, she broke down.

Through strained breathing and teary vision, she began to dispel all her qualms: "I'm not good enough for the King of Olympus. H-He hasn't touched me in years. He refuses to make love, worship, or even compliment me, the most beautiful woman in the world. I mean ... I'm his wife!" She thrashed her arm out in anger. "He is supposed to love me! To stand by my side, like I have." She shook her head, and looked down into her goblet. "Instead, he prefers to continue having children with those mortal whores."

She looked at Poseidon, peering straight into his eyes. "I want to be a mother again, and he refuses to make me one. I don't know why he doesn't want m-"

The god of the seas then placed a finger on her lips, stopping her immediately. "No, stop it. Like you said yourself, you're the most beautiful woman alive, Zeus is just too idiotic to realize it. He is too selfish to not think of you when he makes his decisions, and you don't deserve it."

I rolled my eyes. As if you don't do the same to your wife, Amphitrite.

Hera was silent for a few moments, before smiling. "You mean it?"

Poseidon nodded. "Of course I do, I've thought it for years, since we were children."

Ew.

Hera, meanwhile, had begun smiling like an idiot, as gallons of blood rushed to color her face. "Oh, Poseidon …"

He then stood up, and held a hand out for her to grab. "Are you better now?" He asked, a large, confident smile on his face.

She looked at his hand, and nodded in response, before allowing him to help her up.

"Good. You don't need to be stressing yourself over that idiot, you're far too wonderful for all that."

Hera made it to her feet, her eyes now not leaving from Poseidon's. "I suppose … you're right."

I wondered how it all came together so easily, as I admired the work I'd done. Either Poseidon was a serious smooth talker, or Hera was that drunk.

Or horny.

"Come," he said, leading her towards the sea. "Amphitrite is away visiting her grandfather, Oceanus. You must come over for dinner."

She followed his lead, with no resistance whatsoever. "Very well, my Lord." With that, the two stepped into the ocean, descending slowly until finally they were both out of sight.

I shook my head, in disbelief. You'd think after all my years of doing this, I'd seen it all. Still, I smiled to myself, and teleported back onto the beach.

I walked over to where Hera sat, leaned over, and grabbed the goblet of wine that she had left. It was tipped over, leaking out and dying the sand below it red. I swished around the few droplets that hadn't escaped, and smiled to myself.

"Like clockwork."

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Like I said, a small little interlude in these stories. These shouldn't take long to rewrite, since each once is only around 2,000 words-ish.

So yeah, I'll do two short reviews for this chapter, since I just updated yesterday.

You10 said: "If Percy is going to have pink eyes I think Hecate told him, that would make him a child of Aphrodite? Can't wait for more of this story!"

Hmm ... perhaps ...

If you read the last version of this story you'd already know, so I'll just go ahead and reveal it: Yeah, he's gonna masquerade as a son of Aphrodite.

acendvgnt said: "Chaos created gravity... noice m8. Also, why does Hecate keep "sucking her teeth"? Is she okay? /s"

Yeah I know, I'm clever right? I'm just kidding, I don't think it was too special, but thanks. And idk if they do that from the UK (I'm just assuming because you said m8 lol), but here in the United States at least, when you suck your teeth you're usually annoyed. It's a weird noise, and I honestly don't know if you really are technically, sucking your teeth, but it's what it's called. Whenever she does it she's getting annoyed having to answer all the questions he has, especially if they're kinda irrelevant, or having to hear some dumb comment of his. It's more of a cute thing, nothing too serious.

Anyways, we're done with this one. Please don't expect a new chapter tomorrow, I promise this is not the new norm. I will try to have the next one out relatively soon though, since as stated earlier, that one is going to be rather short as well. Let me know if you see some typos in this one as well.

See all of you soon. Stay safe and healthy, and please try to review. Bye!