A pull, as if she had been stuck with a curved needle, that was all the warning the goddess had before she suddenly appeared before Zeus himself, clad in his battle armor. There was no doubt she had not been summoned for a social call.

"My God." She bowed haughtily to him, doing her best to keep her composure in the face of his pure fury.

"Aphrodite." He practically spat her name out, as if it disgusted him personally.

"Yes?"

"Don't play coy with me. I know everything. You're behind the…incident that happened with my daughter."

She smirked at him.

"Oh? Don't be too sure. You both seemed to want it when it happened."

He raised his hand, pointing straight at her,

"Don't. Ever. Disrespect me. Or my children."

She bowed her head, in apology, or at least mock apology, and when she glanced upward, she could see him barely restraining his anger.

"You are hereby banished to earth, stripped of your powers, until you have proven to me you can be selfless, humble, and above all else, kind. Now, go."

Thunderstruck would be a perfect way to describe how she felt. Before she could even argue, she felt Mount Olympus melting away, and the hard ground of earth rose up to meet her.

She grunted as she fell to the dirt. As she tried to stand, she noticed her hands, no longer the pure perfection of beauty; they were old, haggard and veined. Part of her power had been over beauty, and it appeared her own body had begun to reflect her true earth age.

Tears formed in her eyes, and she quickly retreated to the ragged trees that made up the forest on the cliff, unable to face anyone looking like she did.

A warm hand on his shoulder, and he turned to see Athena, with a firm look of determination on her face,

"She may learn her lesson after a few days."

"Oh? I was thinking more like a few months my child. She needs to suffer a bit." He smiled at her, glad to see the sadness had faded from her beautiful face.

"You'll be happy to hear I am only mere moments away from being able to return your love to you."

Her eyes lit up with pure joy,

"Poseidon?"

Theseus sat, one knee bent, staring down at Earth, watching Phaedra read to their son, teaching him all she knew about history, and reminding him one day he would be a vital part of shaping their world.

How he ached to be able to hold her! To be able to see his son Acamas in day to day life, to work again, and fight beside his brother Stavros, and to be normal again.

Athena's quiet presence was soon beside him, and he turned to her,

"When will it be time? When can I return to them?"

She sighed, and shook her head,

"I'm afraid I don't know. I can feel a war coming. The heavens whisper with it. All I know is that we'll soon be ready. But will they?"

She gestured to the people below, the villagers leading their daily lives, unknowing of how much their world would change in the coming months.

Phaedra looked out to the water, seeing Stavros returning in his boat, nets loaded with a day's catch, and she smiled. Today she could be happy. Even though half of her heart was still empty, the other half almost made up for it, and with her son Acamas by her side, she need not worry about sleepless nights.

Her two boys, they were enough for now.

Someday, she knew she'd see her love again.

A smile, green eyes, like the sea before a storm, and strong arms.

These things all registered in Athena's mind, as she wordlessly approached him, her soulmate, Poseidon. She ran a hand through his strawberry blond curls, and as she pulled him close for a kiss, she heard him whisper,

"My warrior queen, I thought I was never going to see you again. I love you."

END.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry it was rather short.