Hey guys I tried to incorporate your ideas and reviews that I got so far, I am trying my hardest but apparently I just well... kinda... suck. Oh well, it gets these buzzing thoughts out of my head bangs head against wall Anyways, please give me more ideas as I go along with this story, I am still going to stick to the storyline (unfortunately in my head) but I could always use some help. I may even change the first chapter if something comes up. P.S. I don't know what I shall call it so for the mean time it is just Half a Goddess 2

Note: I placed New Olympia near Vancouver and such. Also, Atlanta is a descendant of Atalanta. Last but not least to Arisey, Helen wasn't played till the last part of the game because the coach was going to see how she did and it was kinda like her tryouts to make the team, and i did realize it was Olympia High after i was pretty much done typing the story. Sorry, about Helen being faster but it is done and typed already lol Thanx, though.(plus i really don't know a lot about try-outs since my school is really small)

The descendant of youthful Hebes and clever Hermes, sparkling eyes glance over at the well built mighty descendant of Hercules steering the truck as they sang one of their favorite songs on the radio, both of them out of tune with both of the windows pulled down. Helen enjoyed it anyways, besides Herry's key of singing was well kind of cute.

She could never understand why Herry hadn't had a girlfriend before other than his vampire date. Which the boys hadn't still stopped bugging him about, the first time they explained what happened in the Mediterranean, Helen was just about to roll over laughing, it was funny until it came to the serious part, where that cruel Sybaris drained his energy and Herry started to morph. If Helen was there that Sybaris would never want to come near a human's neck again, she should be glad she was stone right now.

The demi-goddess' long brown hair waved in the wind as she belted out the last note of the song while her upper body hanged out the window. The song ended on its last note.

"Great singing." Helen complimented Herry.

"You too." He smiled as they pull into the alleyway of the brownstone.

Jay, from the bloodline of the great leader Jason, approached them panting as they got out of Herry's truck. "Helen, Hermes told me he wanted to see you, and could you come inside before you leave? It's urgent."

"Okay thanx Jay." Helen took out her duffle bag from the backseat. She came around to Herry who she looks like such a petite fragile thing beside the tall buff guy.

Herry started to unload the two kayaks, and the bikes on the back of the truck along with a few containers and a tent.

The two had spent the weekend in the mountains; it was a complete blast in Helen's opinion.

They hiked, kayaked, biked, cooked, sang, and Helen got some great photos in.

She enjoyed lying in the grass and looking at the stars with Herry from the campsite, which the Titan gang had picked out before she came along into their lives. The gang had been there a few times before her.

She was still dreaming about that weekend, she was not the totally mushy type but she had to admit it was so dreamy and she got to bond with him, a lot.

It was also what Helen would call normal there were really no signs off her strange life. That was probably one of the best parts of the whole vacation, normality. The only thing that indicated to Helen that how abnormal her life really was, was when Herry lifted a fallen tree out of a biking path and she told a puma to back off. Other than that she swore that she was just a regular teenager.

Helen grabbed her bike and locked it up at the bike rack on the side of the dormitory.

"Herry, I got to go and get changed then see Hermes. Can you handle this?" Directing to the large mount of stuff in the back of his truck.

Herry lifted the two kayaks, a storage container, and his bike. "Ya I'm fine."

"Okay cya." She gave him a peck on the cheek and gave him a squeeze around his waist with her arms, turning she waves goodbye.

Herry grinned joyously, which sidetracked him from the pile of stuff he was holding in his arms.

Before Helen was three steps away there was a loud crash. The brunette winced and turned around slowly. Herry had lost his balance and unfortunately everything fell on top of him, he was practically buried.

Helen burst out laughing, trying to stop as she came to his aid immediately and pulled Herry out of the rubble.

"Thanx." He replied faintly.

"You just like to waste my time don't you?" She said playfully. "I have to go though."

Helen walked up to the brownstone and opens the door, inside there was chaos galore with the many-times great grandson of the cunning Odysseus sneezing every which direction bringing down a picture frame in his actions.

"Helen, what did I tell...a,ah,ah,ACHOO!" Odie wiped his nose. "You, about that cat!" He scorned. "He is not allowed in my room, and he has been on a bender since Thursday!"

"Got it!" Yelled out Atlanta, descendant of the fleet-footed Atalanta, from another room, but then there was a bang. "Don't go it."

Then Archie, from the bloodline of the swift and 'supposedly' to be immortal Achilles, dart from one doorway to another, chasing what seemed to be a large orange bullet. "Come back here you nasty feline!"

Helen looked around the wallpaper was scratched from almost head to toe, and there was a loud crash from what sounded like a now broken vase.

Then Athena ran past with her makhaira raised in the air. Followed by Theresa with her num chucks, and Jay with his xiphos.

"Get him!" Yelled Athena as she ran into the living room.

"Catch that pussy cat!"

Helen quickly tailed the furious group. She stood in the doorway.

It was total disarray and couldn't see anything with people running every which way and feathers flying everywhere.

"I have her!" a voiced yelled out.

"Me too!"

"Gotcha!"

Then as the feathers settled down she noticed that everyone was in a dog pile holding someone's leg, arm, or head.

They all looked at each other confused, where was the mischievous cat?

"Garfield." Commanded Helen. Why did I bring that cat into this home? Because I am softhearted fool.

The speedy cat stopped in its tracks. It pranced over to Helen and rubbed against her leg.

"Hey there kitty. " Helen gently picked up the purring cat. "Miss me?"

The dog pile all sighed in relief.

The mess was another story the pictures in their frames were in tatters, the couch had been torn into shreds, and the pillows, well there wasn't any pillows they were just feathers flying everywhere now.

"I don't get that." Muttered Archie to the others. "We can't lay a hand on that cat for two days, and that cat starts purring and rubbing against her leg when she comes around."

"Special powers." Muttered Theresa back.

Helen walked over to the sniffling Odie. "Sorry Ode, won't happen again." Helen ruffled his hair, and pranced up the stairs with cat in hands.

Back to my strange and weird life. As Helen closed her door behind her.