Hiho. After a very long hiatus I can at the very least give you all a sign that this story has not been abandoned. I know it is only a teaser, but it is better than another 8 months of silence.

My life has been very busy this year and I will have only little time to write in the next 1-2 months. But I have not given up on this story and I will finish it once I have the time it will take to write good chapters.

It was quiet… so damn quiet. But why? Shouldn't there be yelling, busy demigods arguing and celebrating? The party wasn't over yet, right? Ariadne couldn't tell. Her head was pounding as if a horde of minotaurs had used it for tap dancing practice…

She heard someone nearby and assumed that it had to be either Percy or Will. Maybe Zoe, though she doubted that at the moment.

"What time is it, Percy?" she asked hoarsely. Her throat was so dry that it hurt? Why was it dry? She had drunk so much during the barbecue.

But she got no answer. Why didn't he answer her? She groaned in annoyance, as she slowly forced her eyes open. The light hurt her and only intensified the migraine. But her eyes widened as soon as she had gotten used to the light in the room.

This wasn't her father's house in Miami. And this certainly wasn't some hospital. No, it looked more like a temple, the style and decoration that only Olympians would call pretty. Two giant statues dominated the room. A man and a woman, though she didn't recognize either of them.

And now she also the other person in the room. It was a young looking woman with soft wings that were covered by a rainbow colored shimmer. There was little doubt that she was an immortal, maybe even a goddess.

"Who are you?" she demanded to know.

The woman suddenly turned around and watched her quite curiously, before she quickly approached Ariadne. She stopped merely steps away from her.

"Are you feeling alright, sister?" the woman asked softly. "I apologize for the abruptness of my actions, but once I had found you, I just couldn't wait any longer. They said so terrible, terrible things about you. They said that you had faded, but I knew that had lied! They only wanted to keep you for themselves!"

Ariadne was more than confused now. Just what was this madwoman raving about?

"Sister?" she asked, maybe a bit harsher than she had intended. But her raspy voice made everything sound like an accusation, "Are you a daughter of Apollo as well?"

"Apollo!" the woman mutter, an outraged look on her face. "Why would you ever insult me so, sister? I have nothing to do with this usurper. He has stolen our brother's powers, but fear not, I already have a plan to take them back. Helios may be gone, but we will share his powers among us."

Helios? This woman's brother was the Titan Helios? Just what was going on?

Ariadne tried to stand up, but her limbs wouldn't obey her. It was almost as if she was paralyzed from neck down. But she could feel the cold stone floor underneath her bare feet, so whatever was causing it, this woman was likely responsible.

"Don't worry, the spell will wear off in a few hours, now that you are awake. For some time I had feared that it had been too strong. It would have killed a demigod, but for us Titan's it should have merely put you to sleep for some hours. Yet you have slept for a week already..." the woman began to ramble, but Ariadne had stopped listening after the demigod part…

The spell would have killed a demigod… But she is a demigod… or not?

The earth around them rumbled suddenly and the woman fell silent. But the weird smile that spread on her lips now was even more disconcerting than her insane prattling before.

"He is here," Ariadne wasn't sure whether she would want to know who he is. "Father is here. He will surely know how to help you."

"Help me? With what?"

"Your memory, silly. Those accursed gods must have tempered with it, but we will make it all right again," the woman said.

And then he entered. A gigantic man, muscular with glowing skin that had the color of polished pennies. A golden armor with golden weapons shone in the light, a bit like her father's, though it all looked much harsher. And his eyes, which glowed like little suns, focused on her, she shuddered in fear.

"Why have you called me here, Eos?" the man's voice was just as harsh as he looked and even the woman recoiled slightly, as if she expected to be struck by him.

"Father… I have found her! I have found Selene. Look, she is right here," Eos said eagerly, as she lead her father towards Ariadne.

Apollo's daughter slowly realized what dangerous situation she had found herself in. The other to occupants of the room are Titans. Eos and her father, Hyperion. Hyperion, the Titan of Light, Fire and Power… Hyperion, the right-hand-man of Kronos… she was so screwed.

And Hyperion slowly approached her, an annoyed look on his bearded face. He watched her silently. For a long time no one spoke and the longer the silence stretched, the more Ariadne's nervousness grew.

"Are you trying to insult me, Eos?" Hyperion asked furiously.

Again Eos recoiled, her arms up to fend of the attack against her head that she had expected to come. Only feebly she could answer, "But father… this is really Selene..."

"Foolish girl," Hyperion shouted, "Selene is dead! Both of your siblings have perished because they got too involved with Olympus and Kronos worthless children!"

"NO," Eos insisted, "She is right here. Her eyes and hair may be different, but this is her. Can't you feel her power?"

Hyperion did not answer immediately, instead he got closer to Ariadne and grabbed her by her throat. "Power… yes. Selene's power courses through her veins. But this is not Selene," the Titan muttered. "This little goddess you have caught is her offspring."

Eos looked crestfallen as she heard this and continued with her denial, "No… it can't be..."

"This one is the daughter of Selene, yes. Selene and that foolish peacock Apollo," Hyperion muttered.

Ariadne would have gaped in disbelief had she not been so busy with trying to breath. Hyperion still had her throat in a tight grip, which made every breath taxing and shallow. But her eyes were wide as she heard this. She can still remember her mother… at least glimpses of her. Her mother had been mortal! Or had it all been a lie? Why would her father keep such a secret? And did Lady Artemis know any of this? Was this the reason why she had been the treated with such favoritism?

Hyperion finally let go of her and took a step back. But his eyes never left Ariadne. Far from it, they began roaming and Apollo's daughter knew that this would not end well for her.

"A bit underdeveloped for a goddess," Hyperion muttered. "But she will do."

"What do you mean, father?" Eos asked, her voice small and her whole body language resembling that of a beaten dog.

A cruel smirk spread on Hyperion's lips, before he answered, "This world will soon change. My brother is about to return and once he is back, we will crush the gods and all who would oppose us!"

"Kronos..." Eos whispered in fear.

"Yes. Soon we will rule this world once more and when that time comes, I will have need of new children. Stronger children than you three. This goddess holds the powers of both Helios and Selene, she will serve my purpose well," Hyperion said, as he chuckled darkly.

Ariadne, meanwhile, felt like she had to puke. Hyperion didn't even see the need to insinuate like most other immortals like to do. He just stated what he wanted her to do… and the mere idea of bearing this monster's children made even suicide a more tempting option…

"Eos, keep this one safe. She shall be my first consort. Don't fail me again or you will regret it," and with that parting threat, Hyperion left.

The moment he was gone, Eos fell to her knees and began to sob. Ariadne wasn't sure whether this was caused by her father's emotional abuse of his children or the certainty that he sister was dead. But in all truth, she didn't care either way. Her own future looked bleak now. She would have to escape… or hope that her friends will find her in time. The only other option was a final one… and it would only be her last resort…

She watched from the shadows, as the group of demigods slowly made their way out of the forest. It had taken her considerably longer to track her prey down this time. She blames the stupid monsters Atlas has sent with her. They are big, loud and utterly moronic in every way. She had no idea how the general could ever expect to conquer anything with them. All they were really good at was smashing things…

But it mattered little now. She had finally found her targets. Soon she would be able to return and get her friends away from Atlas. Not a moment too soon…

"Just watch me now, Nightshade. I will destroy you and show your mangled corpse to your beloved goddess. You all will pay for what you have put me through," Deianira said, as she chuckled darkly.

She looked over her shoulder, where some of the more intelligent of her monsters were waiting for orders.

"Prepare to attack. Show them no mercy. But remember, Nightshade is mine," she ordered.

The monsters acted swiftly and disappeared to prepare their brethren. Deianira stayed behind to prepare on her own. The moment had finally come. This would be her personal revenge. The moment of reckoning had finally come...