SORRYM FOR THE HAITUS!

I have to explain why I've been gone. First, and foremost, life has just been really sucky lately and I haven't been sure if I want to continue this story. In fact, I really don't want to but for you guys I will. So, I hope you enjoy!

Athena's POV

I surveyed Dionysus' seat at the table, my brows narrowing slightly. What on Gaea could have caused him to leave like that?

"So, shall we move on?" Zeus suggested. His tone clearly said he was trying his best to ignore Dionysus' strange behavior. Very well then, I can figure out why Dionysus left the game on my own.

"Since Dionysus is gone, I believe it is my turn by technicality," Hephaestus grumbled. He fiddled with a small contraption in his hands, his fingers flying over it with a gossamer's touch. It had always fascinated me how he was able to make such marvelous contraptions when, by all odds, he shouldn't be able to do it. This was especially fortunate for him because Hephaestus loved his mechanisms so much. This got me thinking.

Could something that Dionysus likes be in trouble?

I ruminated on this. Unless it was something super important, it would probably be at Camp Half-Blood because father would not allow Dionysus to go anywhere else. If that is so then what is it that Dionysus has there that is so important to him?

"Ares, truth or dare?" Hephaestus asked. I couldn't even roll my eyes because the choice was just so predictable. In fact, it was exasperating. Can no one dare a person they don't have a personal grudge against?

"Dare!" Ares shouted. Of course.

"Before this escalates any further," I said, wanting to confide my conclusion with them. "I'd like for you to hear my thoughts on Dionysus."

"Dionysus?!" Ares practically screeched. "Who cares about him? I want to hear my dare!"

"How very callous of you," I said dryly. He scowled.

"Enough with the big words Athena. It don't make you sound smarter," Ares said. I sighed through my nose.

"Okay, first: That was not a big word nor was it hard to comprehend. Second: They not it. If 'It' is referring to 'big words' then it's plural because words end in an 's'. Lastly: I believe you meant doesn't, not don't. That grammar mistake is so painfully obvious that I suspect you dropped it in there just to annoy me," I said. It was silent for a while before Ares decided to open up his big, repugnant mouth.

"Daaaaaaad," Ares whined, in hardly the manner a grown god would be expected to act. "She's being obnoxious again."

"Amazing," I murmured. "You complain about me using big words when obnoxious is a larger word than callous."

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaddd!"

My dad sighed. "Ath—"

His voice stopped in mid-sentence when he realized an Iris message was appearing.

I leaned forward, curious as to who it was. Perhaps it was Dionysus.

"Who could that be?" Poseidon muttered. The mist coalesced to form one large image of... Percy Jackson.

Gasps could be heard from around the room at the mortal's supposed impudence for calling the gods. I quickly decided to disregard my trivial argument with Ares for the time being and focused my attention solely on the son of the sea god. I could tell my father was itching to zap his brother's son with a lightning bolt for iris messaging us but, to his credit, he was able to restrain himself.

"Is there... a reason you have iris messaged the gods?" Zeus asked in the careful tone of one about to lose his temper. Percy Jackson shifted his weight a little, an obvious sign of uneasiness. If he had been my son I might have given him some encouragement but, the fact the matter is that he is not and that he'll have to help himself out of this hole he's dug.

"Mr. D has been... kidnapped." Percy said. More gasped could be heard from around the room and I felt my eyes widen. Kidnapped? My mind started to go through thousands of possibilities, scenarios and motives that could have been the cause to this.

"Kidnapped? How did this happen?" My father asked.

"A god was raiding through Mr. D's stuff so Mr. D came down to punish him or something," Percy began to explain. Ah, so Dionysus was going back to protect something he cared about. I was right.

Ares huffed. "That doesn't answer the question you dipsh—"

"Ares!" Hera reprimanded him in a sharp tone. Ares shrank back, not about to argue with his mom.

"So, when Mr. D came down, he had an argument with the god and the god struck him up the side of his head," Percy explained.

"I've always wanted to do that to him," Ares mumbled.

"Didn't you try to stop him?" Zeus asked with accusation in his voice.

"Of course! But the god flung me across the room and materialized away with Mr. D," Percy said. Everyone started to speak in Greek rapidly.

"Kidnapped? How could this have happened?" My dad asked.

"Weren't you listening?" Aphrodite asked. "The god hit him up the side of his head."

"That's not what I— nevermind." Zeus said.

"I think the most important question is why?" Poseidon said. I shook my head.

"You're all missing the most important question we need to answer first if we hope to answer all those other questions." I told them. Then at I looked at Percy Jackson, and asked him in English:

"Who was the god? Do you know?"

Percy hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, he said his name was... Victor or something."

I froze.

Victor.

"Victor?" My dad grumbled. He was looking right at me. I tried to calm down. Victor, my friend whom was one of the few I trusted, along with his mother, Nike? Why on Gaea would Victor do this? He knows better, I mean... he's not evil. At least as far as I know. I couldn't have miscalculated, could I? No, no, no, I don't miscalculate! I've known him for over a thousand years, he wouldn't do this... this, this doesn't make sense! Victor knows the consequences, why would he kidnap Dionysus? Doesn't he realize what could happen to him?

"Victor... is he the annoying wing god?" Hades asked.

"Yes," Zeus immediately replied. It has always been apparent that my father had a huge disdain for Victor. "Now, Percy Jackson, are you sure it was Victor."

"Pretty sure," Percy said, running a hand through his hair. "He had those wings Hades mentioned." Then he looked at me. "He also mentioned something about being friends with you."

I silently fumed in my seat.

Oh! So the traitor and I are still friends? Whoopty effin' doo! I LOVE being friends with traitors! Lying, backstabbing, deceitful—!

My dad coughed.

"Thank-you Percy Jackson, that will be all," Zeus told the young demigod. Percy nodded and ran a hand through the mist causing it to disperse. After the IM disappeared, we all sat still, thinking over what course of action should be taken. Finally, Zeus stood up.

"I'm going to go find Victor," Zeus said. I stood up too.

"I'll help—"

"No!" My father shouted sharply. "This is too personal to you. You'll just get in the way!"

"Perhaps because it is personal is the reason why I must go," I said. "I have a right to confront Victor but you have no right to tell me what—"

"I DO!" My father shouted, his voice rumbling the room. "As the king and your father, I say NO!"

I clenched my shaking hands.

"What am I suppose to do then?! Just let you go and do whatever you want to Victor who we all know you hate—!"

"You are to go home and CALM DOWN. You will not be allowed to leave until I return or say otherwise," Zeus said. I dropped my jaw. I couldn't believe it.

"You're sending me into seclusion?! How can you do that? What about playing the game?" I asked. My dad rolled his eyes in frustration.

"Yeah, so what about the game? We all know you didn't want to play anyways," My dad said. My jaw set firm.

"I DON'T NEED TO GO HOME AND CALM DOWN!" I shouted. My dad finally lost his temper.

"ATHENA! I WILL NOT ARGUE WITH YOU ABOUT THIS ANY FURTHER, GO HOME!" My dad shouted deafeningly. Silence fell over the room accept for my father's heavy breathing which was either from anger or to calm himself. To calm myself down, I attempted to distract myself by doing some math in my head.

1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, 128, 256, 512, 1024, 2048, 4096, 8192, 16384, 32768, 65536...

"Fine," I relented. After a few seconds more, I materialized away and back into my house. I stood still.

Then I let out all my frustration in an ear-piercing scream.

Sorry if this wasn't a satisfactory chapter. Also, if Athena seems a little OOC, I'm sorry. I just always figured that she would have a mini-meltdown if she was ever betrayed because there are very few she truly trusts and to have them "betray" her in a sense, would be jarring to her. I mean, not only was she wrong but her friend wan't even a friend. So, yeah.

Again, sorry for the slow update. I hope you all still read this story.