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Chapter Eighteen: Promotion

The strong delicately carved oak table stood on firm legs as both god and mortal sat around it. Every one of the Greek gods had gathered in their safe hold that day. Even the most minor of all immortal god or goddess had been brought forward for this meeting. All came to talk about the most important thing on everyone's mind.

Jay Parker.

Pulling the solid oak chairs out from their places under the table, the gods of the Ancient Greeks sat. Theresa couldn't even begin to count how many faces she saw in the room, both familiar and unfamiliar. She saw many of the gods she and her friends had met during their travels, from the kind gentle face of her faint ancestor Poseidon, to calming soothing voice the slithered out from the mouth of the gigantic purple snake Harmony. The last immortal to enter the room was Zeus, the head of the gods, usually dressed as the school's janitor. Unlike usual, Zeus was wearing a robe of pure white trimmed with a bright, metallic shade of goldish brown. His usual kind gentle face was hard and stern, the lines of age showing on his face as clear as ever. All the gods in the room, and the seven teenagers waited silently until Zeus had sat in his large seat at the head of the table before they all sat down.

For a moment a ghostly silence crammed the room as if the room's occupants were stuffed into a broom closet instead of the huge meeting hall they were sitting in.

"Well." Zeus began, his hard expression still planted firmly on his face. "All of you know why we have gathered today. First of all, I would like to thank you all for making the dangerous journey to reach us." He said gazing at all the immortals gathered at the table. "I know just how hard it was for some of you to evade Cronus's minions. However, this is no time for me to be idling of the dangers you must have faced. We are all aware of the perils that may have befallen you. This evening we are to discuss a much graver matter. As you all know," He lifted his chin up higher, trying to keep his anger in check. "Jay Parker, son of Odith and Jarred, descendent of the mighty leader Jason, has sided with Cronus."

Theresa heard mutters form from the god's and goddess's mouths. Whispers began to silently make their way through the large group of people, reaching the ears of the six teenagers. Theresa almost felt her heart break as she looked up at Miss Hera, who maintained her composure until that very moment, had her head hanging down in front of her, small tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Zeus rose up one of his tiny hands and Hera immediately sat up straight again and made her face an unmovable mask as the rest of the gods hushed around her.

"For reasons only known to him, he has made it known to us that he neither cares nor wishes to be removed."

Theresa almost opened her mouth to protest, how could he know what Jay cared or wished for, but before she could she saw Hera's warning glance and closed her mouth. Besides she probably should have guessed that Zeus was trying to get his point across on how bad their situation was.

"However it is of up most importance that we retrieve him, even if it is only to lock him up." Looking at Hephestis he continued. "Hephestis has already disabled his pendant so that Jay or Cronus won't be able to use it to open the door, thus exposing our hideout. So now, we need to accomplish a way to get Jay back."

A low buzz of voices filled the room, the echo like voices of the gods ringing in the ears of the six teenagers as they proclaimed as what they intended to do. Zeus immediately raised his hand, ordering for silence and very quickly they obliged.

"We will get no where if we all speak out at once." Zeus said in his booming voice, which sounded terribly odd coming from the frail body of an old man. "If you have suggestions please refrain from screaming it across the table, and let's say our ideas one at a time. Once again the ongoing chorus of voices rose up in complete disorganization. Each voice criticized the ideas coming from the voice next to them, a few of the gods got so angry they actually rose from their seats to scream at one another.

Archie, Theresa, Herry, Neil, Odie and Atlanta shrank back into their seats as they heard something like thunder ranging across the room. Their eyes swerved towards the head of the table where Zeus was also standing, hands clenched at his sides, his grey hair swerving as if a storm was brewing around it.

"SILENCE!" Zeus's voice rang out shaking the entire room and making Theresa's body quiver in fright. All voices seized and slowly, as if Zeus was a raging time bomb, the gods who were standing sat down in their seats, backs straight and lips pursed. Zeus was the only figure who remained standing.

No one moved or talked, not daring to speak until they were sure that Zeus wasn't going to throw bolts at them. Archie however was not as patient as the others.

"I say we make a plan." The determined Archie said restraining himself from smashing a fist onto the table as Zeus paused before trying to speak. "We need to find out where his hideout is, and then all of us will breach it and get him back."

"Im afraid it won't be that simple Archie." Hermes said glancing down at the table as everyone turned to look at him. "Jay has spent the last few months spending all his time trying to find Cronus's hideout. Even with our technology, try as hard as we must it would be impossible to find him quickly."

"All the sea creatures are searching my waters." Poseidon declared.

"And if Cronus was hiding somewhere in the underworld, I would know." Hades said in his unexpectingly high voice.

"We know that all the creatures on land are searching to their fullest extent, but somehow Cronus keeps eluding us." Hera said

"Im sure once we find out where Cronus's hideout is all we have to do is free Jay from his mind control and he will come straight back." Neil said loudly with much reassurance in his words, obviously he believed whatever the case Jay would come back to them. Many however, did not share his beliefs although none of them said it.

"What do we do if he won't?" A small voice muttered quietly from beside Theresa. Instantly Theresa's eyes swept to her right (along with everyone else's in the room) to stare at the petit red head beside her.

"Why wouldn't he?" Odie said loudly. "This is Jay we're talking about! Of course he wouldn't willingly go with Cronus." Everyone nodded murmuring their agreement, but Atlanta who had kept her head down this entire time shuffled nervously in her seat. The mortals and immortals around the table turned to gaze at the short red head that had turned her attention to a rather interesting dust speck on the floor.

"Atlanta," Theresa said in a quiet voice. "Is there something you're not telling us?"

Atlanta, who had kept her composure during this entire conversation, bit her lower lip, her entire body shaking. She opened her mouth to speak, but at the moment her lips parted her eyes filled with tears and she buried her face in her hands.

"Are you okay?" Archie said shifting towards her and putting his hands on her shoulder worryingly.

"I was a fool." She whispered in response, her face still resting on her palms as she cried. "I was a fool to let him go."

"It wasn't your fault Atlanta." Theresa said comfortingly. "You weren't a fool. And besides, we all let him go."

"No." She said suddenly looking up and staring at Theresa. "It's not that..." Her voice trailed off and she took a moment to steady herself before speaking again. "When we were sent to disable the bombs, when we were attacked, Jay ran away all of the sudden, chasing someone. I, I don't know who it was, but after I was able to get the giants off of me, I tried to follow him. But when I got to him…I don't know, he wasn't thinking straight! He was going..." Her voice trailed off and she bit her lip hard.

The entire room went silent, the faces of the gods a mixture of anger, worry, and coolness. Ares, the god of war who was as sharp as ever, was the only person who was had a cool enough head to speak.

"How Jay got to Cronus is not important." He said impatiently. "We need to figure out how to get him back."

"Perhaps not." Chiron said, his face a harsh mask. "I think how Jay got to Cronus is a important discussion in deed." He turned towards Herry, Odie, Atlanta, Archie and Theresa. "Would there have been anyway he would have been able to speak to Cronus?"

"Not that I wouldn't have been able to sense." Theresa said biting down on her lip to stop herself from crying.

"Besides, this is Jay he wouldn't have been able to hide something that important from us," Herry spoke out, his bulky arms folded over his chest. "or at least not for this long."

At this none responded, as Hera looked at each face at the table she confirmed what must be done.

"Until we can prove what is happening, and until we can get Jay under a strict confinement, there is something we must do." Hera said quite reluctantly. All eyes turned towards her and she stared back at them dominantly. "Jay is now a danger to us, our safety, even our existence. If he is sided with the enemy, we must treat him like we would deal with every other of our mortal enemies…" at this her voice faltered. "We must either capture him, or if that is unattainable then we must..." She tried again to speak what was needed to be said.

Suddenly, everyone understood what she was trying to say. Some eyes went wide, some began to tear, most looked at the table, and some stared straight forward. Theresa's on the other hand seemed to be filled with every single emotion she could muster up in a single moment. Hurt, disbelief, anger, absolute rage, and finally, utter denial.

She shook her head in disbelief as her eyes teared, her face going read as she fought to breathe. "No." She said, as if saying these words would somehow make Hera change her mind. "No! We cant, you can't just expect us! I…" She stuttered with a way to answer this bold statement. "Hera we can't kill him!"

"If everything turns out right," she said her eyes sympathetic but her tone stiff. "We won't have to, but until then, we can't take any chances. Until we have him back with us, and we are 100% sure of his loyalties..." Hera's voice trailed off and Theresa fought back the urge to cry. The goddess took a deep breath and gazed sadly at the six teenagers. "Jay is our enemy."

"NO!" Theresa shouted standing up quickly, her eyes thunderous as all eyes turned on her. "HE IS NOT OUR ENEMY!" Her mouth quivering as she spoke; she brought a hand up to her cheek to wipe away her tears and ran from the room. Immediately Herry stood up to follow her but Zeus quickly put up a hand and motioned him back into his seat.

"We don't have time to go chasing after her." Zeus said in a firm voice, which was not without sympathy. "Although the sanctuary is safe, im afraid that we are not sure if your dormitories are. We have already had safety spells placed around the dorm, but we will need you to relocate to the school until it is proved safe. We will need you to head back to the dorm and pack your things and return here immediately. Don't make any stops unless it is an absolute necessity." Slowly he turned his head towards the teenagers as he spoke. "Am I understood?"

Quietly the five teenagers nodded, not making any movements to respond further to his question. Zeus nodded in response and taking that motion as a dismissal the teens quickly stood up. Oddly enough, the moment they made an attempt to move Zeus waved them back into their seats.

"One more thing before you take your leave." Zeus said. "For the time being we will need some one to lead the team, someone to lead the group through battle with up most determination. We believe that Archie is best suited for this job."

Shocked Atlanta, Neil, Herry and Odie turned to face their stunned companion. Archie's eyes were wide and his mouth pressed into a hard line on his face. He bit the inside of his cheek as he looked down at his white knuckled fists which were clenched as if he was strangling the air around him. None of his companions spoke as his head eyes lingered far too long on his lap. Soon, as if waking up from a sudden daze his head shot up to look at the gods which were staring at him intently. His eyes filled with a fierce determination he nodded.

With the smallest of nods from Zeus they were dismissed once more and slowly the mortals stood up and began to walk towards the oak doors. They heard the gods begin to rise and begin to go their separate ways, but no one looked back. Only Atlanta had enough courage to look back into the room before she left. Instantly she regretted her decision as she saw Hera collapsed in her chair, her face in her hands as she sobbed. Taking a quick breath to stop the tears that threatened to fall she raced towards the exit to the immortals hideaway.

With Theresa:

She did not know what time it was when she finally immerged from Persephone's room. The goddess had offered Theresa to stay in her room until she had calmed herself down, knowing the teen's distress, but she was unable to stay long for the end of her day on earth was ending and she had to return to the Underworld.

When Theresa opened the doors and walked out of the room she instantaneously wanted to rush back inside. At first she felt ashamed of herself for running out of the meeting of the gods. She knew it was an honor for her just to be invited to one of their meetings. Yet when her thoughts went back to what Hera said, the tears in her eyes began to flow once more and she decided that she honestly, didn't regret her rash actions at all.

That did not however, make her want to speak with Hera, or any of the gods for that matter. So as fast as she could walk without causing her feet to echo too loudly in the dream like halls she raced down the halls.

As she rounded the corner desperately trying to suppress her tears as she felt them coming upon her once more, she heard the familiar cling of metal hitting metal. She paused in her desperate escape to the front entrance to see what was causing such a sound. She looked down the hall and focused all her senses on her hearing. Leaning forward she realized that the sound was coming from the training room. Wondering who was in the gym this late she walked quietly towards the gym entrance.

As usual the large white oak doors were wide opened and the gym was dimly lit with oil lamps that were starting to expire and drip from their canisters. Theresa rounded her head around the door slightly and peeked inside. The metal targets were up and running in the room. She heard a boyish grunt being released as a dark figure ran across the room, ramming a large broadsword through the targets, slashing them to pieces. She could barley see in the faintly lit room, but the small head of purple hair on the boy's head immediately told her it was Archie.

The boy was still wearing his clothes from earlier that day, not bothering to go home and change from the day's battle. His usual blue sweater was soaked with sticky sweat and Theresa could only wonder how long Archie had been in the gym. His scared face shone with the perspiration it was producing, and his newly mended arm cracked with each swing.

Once again Archie charged forward, raising the large sword over his head and bringing it down towards the target, letting loose a cry filled with rage and despair. Theresa stopped herself from letting loose a gasp of worry as she saw Archie double forward before his sword hit the target, grasping his side with both hands, causing him to let his weapon fall to the ground. Angry tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to steady himself from falling down; although Theresa was sure he was going to drop any moment.

Surprising both herself and probably Archie too she saw the determined purple haired boy reach down and grasp the heavy swords hilt. Eyes filled with tears and determination Archie sped forward towards the next target slashing right through the metal with the thick blade. Theresa blinked back tears of her own as she saw the ferocity of which Archie was pushing himself. She knew what he was feeling though, and she knew that although this was probably not the best for him, he needed to let loose all the pain, rage and confusion he had kept up during the meeting.

Suddenly, during mid jump towards another target Archie cried out and landed awkwardly with one knee on the floor, his left fist pushing against his right side. Gasping with the effort, Archie placed the sword on the gym floor and pulled his fist back from his side. Theresa's eyes went wide as she saw his now blood soaked hand. He had re-opened his wound because he had pushed himself to hard. She wanted to rush to him and help him up, to take him to Chiron and make sure he was okay; but when she saw the tears that now escaped from their prison and fled down his cheeks she felt her heart tighten up like a fist. Archie stared at the ground, panting slightly as his body roared with pain.

Her hand flew up to rest over her wildly beating heart as she stepped back around the corner and leaned against the wall. Seeing her friend like this was too much for her to bear. Without even pausing to glance back at her friend she ran.

Later:

She did not see Archie or any of her other five friends until later that evening. The six remaining teenagers sat around the table quietly eating the meal Athena had prepared for them earlier that day and stowed away in the freezer. Although they were told to pack and go straight back to the school, no one had the energy to do so since none of them had eaten since breakfast. Not one of them said a word to the other and the eerie clink of their forks grinding against their plates was beginning to make Theresa anxious. Archie was sitting across the table from her barley touching his food; and although he had changed from his usually heavy blue sweater into a thin dark blue pullover, so there was no blood on it, Theresa could clearly see through the thin material at the bandages that was covering his now reopened wound. She looked up from her plate of untouched food to gaze at her friends. All were gazing down at their food and silently eating it without a word or comment. Theresa looked at each of her friends in turn, her heart beating wildly as her eyes sped over Archie's side, and paused as she raw tears welling in Atlanta's eyes. Theresa looked down at her plate once more; she knew how guilty Atlanta felt about letting Jay leave. Yet both her and her usually energetic friend knew that for whatever reason Jay joined Cronus, there was nothing they could have done to stop him.

Theresa looked away quickly as she saw her red headed friend blink back her tears and turning her face to gaze at her. The saddened female quickly interested herself in straightening out the folds in her capris.

She heard Atlanta sigh and she resisted the urge to bolt from the table as quickly as she could. Hearing her friend take a steadying breath Theresa felt it harder and harder to keep her body from tumbling out of its place on her chair and forcing her legs to move up the stairs and into her room. Knowing what was coming she quickly took a small breath of her own to prepare herself.

"Theresa," Atlanta said slowly, though her worry clearly showed through her face. Theresa had to close her eyes to block out her tears from flowing on her face. "Terri please eat something."

Theresa scrunched her hands in her lap together to stop herself from crying. She kept her eyes glued to the corner of the table as she heard Atlanta speak again.

"Theresa, Jay wouldn't want you to-."

"Jay isn't here Atlanta." Theresa said quietly, her voice surprisingly cold as she teared her eyes away for a moment to glare at her startled friend before she moved them back to her usual place.

"Enough." A quiet voice said, bitterness flowing out as he pronounced every letter. No one even had to think about where the voice came from. For a moment no one spoke until Archie looked up from his plate and silently commanded all faces to look towards him. Slowly everyone at the table, including Theresa looked up to meet his ferocious gaze.

"Theresa is right." Archie finally said, once he had gathered everyone's attention. "Jay isn't here, but that doesn't give us reason to slack off." Immediately he stood up making the table shake slightly at his swiftness. Now all the teens could see just how tightly clenched the purple hair boy's hands were clenched at his sides. "Everyone get packing and head back to the school. Tomorrow we start training at 5:00 a.m."

"Training?" Atlanta said looking at him, her eyes narrowed. "We don't have time to train! We have to look for Jay!"

"We would waste hours searching only to come up empty handed." Archie said his face grim. "Besides, we already know when we will see Jay next." He said looking at each of his friends in turn. "On the battlefield."

By now Theresa's own fists were clutching at her capris so tightly her knuckles were turning white from the pressure, but when Archie said what she already knew something inside of her clicked. She stood up, anger flaring in her eyes.

"How dare you say that?" She hissed through clenched teeth. "How can you even THINK that?"

"Terri," Odie said hesitantly, not sure how the enraged girl would react.

Slamming her plate down on the table her tears shone in her emerald eyes. "Guys we cant do it!" She said loudly looking around the table at her surprised teammates. "We can't kill Jay!"

"Theresa," Herry said sighing slightly, quietly looking at her teared up gaze. "There is nothing we can do. If Jay is evil-."

"I DON'T BLOODY CARE IF HE'S EVIL!" She shouted, her tears welling up. "This is Jay we are talking about! The person who lead us and cared for us and stayed up all night searching for Cronus's hideout in his god damn basement for US! How are we repaying him by saying we're going to have to kill him?"

"Theresa!" Archie snarled standing up so he was at eye level with the girl. "That's enough!"

Theresa's body shook with anger and fear. She had never felt so intimidated by her companion, but at the moment he shouted at her, she recognized the tone of authority he was using. It was exactly the same as Jay's. She almost snorted out loud; Archie really thought he was the leader of them now didn't he? It was what he always wanted, and now he finally got it. Well she would show him just what kind of respect she would give to someone who was faking as their leader!

Looking at each of her companions in turn a hard glare settled on her face. "Do as you please, but I will not be joining you." She said angrily turning away from the table, picking up her bag and proceeding towards the door. Archie who noticed her trying to leave immediately ran around the table and grasped her shoulder.

"We aren't finished yet." He muttered darkly, his grip tightening on her shoulder. "Get back at the table."

A loud snap rang across the room as Theresa's hand came in contact with Archie's face.

Theresa heard Atlanta gasp from the table but other then that, no one spoke. Yet for some reason she didn't care, nor did she regret what she had just done. Her glare still placed firmly on her face she looked the shocked Archie straight in the face.

"I will not turn against him. He is our leader. And as hard as you may try, sound like him or act like him, you will NEVER be Jay!" She snarled before running from the brownstone building before her tears escaped their prison.

No one spoke as the door slammed shut, the saddened girl refusing to close it gently. A long moment of intense silence ran through the room before Archie turned around to face them.

Outside:

Theresa rested her chin in between her knees, her tears creating little waterfalls on her cheeks. Looking down at the cement steps she was sitting on she felt a light rain begin to break through the hazy evening, only heightening her depression.

She heard a shuffle of movement coming towards her and at first she thought that someone had come outside and tried to coax her back in again. When she turned around though she saw no one. Suddenly she saw a shadowy form block some of the light coming from the window to her right.

Sweeping her wet red hair from her eyes she stared at the muscled form of Archie looking at something far to her right. She resisted the urge to run again before he realized that he couldn't see her because of the thin white curtains that covered the window. Another form moved towards Archie's which she could see from the spiky hair was Atlanta. She was about to turn away when she heard one of them speak softly in whispery voice.

"Archie?" A soft feminine voice spoke as she drew closer to the young man's form. "Don't you think Theresa has a point?" when her newly made leader looked up at her angrily she quickly defended herself. "Not about you being a bad leader, about…….we," her breath caught short and Theresa stared at her as Atlanta wrapped her arms around her stomach and looked down. "We can't kill him Archie." She said her voice filled with pain. Theresa knew she was crying and silently wished she could take away her friends sorrow and guilt, but knew she could do nothing.

For a long moment Archie did not respond. Theresa's eyes shook with tears as she saw Archie lift a hand to tilt up Atlanta's drooping chin.

"There is nothing we can do." Archie said in a small voice, Theresa soon realized, was filled with as much guilt as Atlanta's was. She heard a choked out sob as she saw Atlanta race away from the window. Archie hesitated a moment before he went in silent pursuit of her, turning of the lights of the living room in the process.

Theresa looked away from the window as a thought suddenly occurred to her. Was there nothing they could do? Perhaps none of them understood why Jay had left, and none of them knew how they were going to get them back, but maybe, there was a way to find out the answers to these questions. Maybe trying to go and convince Jay to come back wasn't going to work, until they found out why he left in the first place, and the only way to do that, was to do the same thing he did. She quickly stood up as her thoughts jumbled through her mind as a crazy and impossible idea came to her.

Closing her eyes she sent her inner self inside the brownstone apartment to search for Atlanta's essence. She knew she had found her when she felt a breeze as warm as the windy days she loved so much, and the pure adrenaline rush she felt whenever she was hunting, that was indeed Atlanta. Focusing her self on the mind of her young friend she forced her way through her friends mind as Persephone had taught her. Careful to block out all her senses and things she was feeling back where her body was as to not alert her friend to the intruder in her mind she concentrated on the memories she had kept in her head since before Jay left. It was like watching a movie rewinding itself. She saw Atlanta crying as Theresa raced out of the house, she saw the disbelief on her face as Hera told them all they had to kill Jay, the horror she felt when she saw Jay hurting Herry, and finally seeing Jay racing off with some stranger, the same man they all saw with Jay when they were at the museum. She stopped at that memory and replayed it.

She felt herself running, panting as she felt slightly more tired then she usually did. She remembered racing out into the clearing towards Jay and the nervousness as she saw the strange man ready to throw a blade at her body. Quickly Theresa realized it must be soon that Jay stopped Atlanta from coming, so she looked around her surroundings to make sure she knew where she was. Suddenly she looked up and the man who had threatened her had his fist raised above her head and she stifled a scream as he knocked her out. Quickly Theresa withdrew from her friends mind, hoping that her suddenness had not alerted her companion of her presence. However, she now knew exactly where Cronus's hideout was, for she had seen that forest many times. Every time in her dreams.

Almost forgetting to pick up her brown bag she raced towards the school.

At the School:

It's a crazy idea, she told herself as she raced inside the janitor's closet and through the portal which lead to the safe haven of the gods, There is no guarantee this will work. Yet for some reason she didn't seem to care. She wanted to find out what happened to Jay to make him change, to make them turn on him. She desperately needed to see if Jay was doing this by choice or by force. She needed to prove to herself that the doubts that were settling into her mind were 150% false.

Moving swiftly through the golden halls that belonged to the gods, she made her feet make the littlest amount of sound as she hurried around the fountain, past Hera's office and head towards her objective. If anyone stopped her and asked where she was going, she knew what she would say to them, 'Im just heading to the library, yes im all by myself, don't worry the others know where I am. Yes I will head back to the dorm soon I promise'. Although she knew this would be a complete lie she felt it was necessary that no one even guessed where she could have gone.

Once she had reached Dionysus's small chemistry lab she placed her hand on the door and muttered a spell she had learned from Persephone to unlock doors. As she uttered the ancient Greek language she felt her power surge through her and she heard a small click in response. She swiftly opened the door and moved past the cluttered tables towards Dionysus's cabinet at the back left corner of the room.

She settled herself in front of the glass cabinet pausing for the smallest of moments before she tore the doors open. Her fingertips grazed over all sorts of glass containers and vials as she searched for the one thing that sent her thoughts spinning in full motion.

"Come on, come on where is it?" She muttered pushing away the stray vials like they were pieces of paper. She gave a little huff of triumph as she found what she was looking for. At the very back of the cabinet was a small brown case that resembled one of the ones she had seen many times in her father's office back home. Carefully she took out the case so that it did not hit any of the glass containers and knock them to the ground. Placing the case on the floor she knelt down next to it and quickly opened it. Smiling slightly she gazed down at her prize, about 30 or so glass vials filled to the brim with a sticky green liquid. She took out one of the glass vials and traced her thumb over the cork stopper which ceased the flow of the oddly colored substance trying to remember the name that Dionysus had given his creation.

She checked the front of the suitcase for some form of label. Not finding any she deemed her search fruitless and looked at the vial instead. There printed in tiny letters (that looked like the writer had a little too much to drink when he was writing it) was the creations name.

AMAD

Appearance molder and designer

She knew it was wrong, but now that she had it in her hands, there was no turning back. Taking the cork stopper out of the vial she pressed the glass container to her lips and drank.

At first she felt nothing and she pulled the bottle off her lips. She turned around to look into one of Dionysus's large vials to see her reflection. She could barley see her appearance in the dark but in the reflected surface she saw two green orbs staring back at her surrounded by a curtain of red hair. She sighed impatiently waiting anxiously for results, but then remembered that she had not thought of what she wanted to look like. She looked around the office, looking for some sort of picture of a person she could base her pictures off of. Finding nothing she decided to do whatever looked the most different then her.

Suddenly she saw the color of her eyes change from a bright green to a pale blue gasping as her body transformed. The corners of her eyes slanted downwards slightly, and her eyebrows angled slightly more upwards. Her pale white skin was beginning to turn darker and darker until it was a bronzy shade slightly lighter then Odie's. Her flaming red hair shortened until it almost touched her shoulders and turned a deep black. Her hips widened, her legs grew longer and her face went from its gentle heart shaped form to a more oval shape. Her newly colored eyes widened as she reached up a bronze hand to touch her face.

She felt a shiver down her spine as she glanced at these odd changes. It was so weird to make herself believe that the person staring back at her was herself, she could barley recognize herself. Shaking her head to rid herself of that disturbing thought she looked down at her body evaluating every spec until she found something she didn't like. Changing a foot size and making her ears smaller she looked at herself one more time, something still didn't seem right. Suddenly she realized she was still wearing the regular clothes that she always wore. She paused, wondering if AMAD would also change her clothes as well as appearance. Looking at the vial in her hand (which was still three quarters full) she took another small sip. Quickly thinking of something else she could wear she imagined what she had seen Jay in when they were fighting earlier that same day. She felt another tingle surge through her body as her clothes changed. She felt her blue capris, red tank top, and sneakers change. Her shirt and pants became more skin tight and lost all form of design on them that had once been there, instead turning completely black. Her sneakers changed into black flat healed boots and she gasped as she felt clothing wrap around her face. Taking another look in the large containers and noticed that she was now wearing a full face black mask that only showed her eyes and pressed her newly cropped hair flat against the back of her head. She blinked at the strange face looking back at her and she began to pull the face mask off, wondering if she would be able to. To her relief the mask came off as easily as any other piece of clothing she had ever worn.

Sighing she bent down to grab the stopper off the table and put it back in the vial when she looked down at her body one more time. Something still didn't seem right. Putting a hand to her chin trying to figure what was wrong she felt her elbow bump into something fleshy. Quickly she shook her head and looked down at her chest. In her imagination her chest had grown two sizes larger then before. Shaking her head and rolling her eyes at her stupid imagination, she cleared her mind and imagined herself with smaller breasts that would annoy her any time she tried to bend one of her arms.

Satisfied with the turn out she quickly bent down to the case and carefully picked it up, ready to walk out the door. She mentally slapped herself for her stupidity; the gods would eventually notice the brief case was missing if they took it. It was less likely they would find out something was wrong if they thought it was still in the cupboard but didn't know it was empty. Quickly she placed the briefcase back on the cluttered table and carefully placed the contents of the entire case into her bag. Closing up the briefcase she placed it back in its proper place on the shelf and re-arranged the vials so it looked exactly like it did before she took the case out. Closing the cabinet doors she picked up her bag and took one last look around the room to make sure she didn't forget anything.

Pleased that she didn't forget anything she strode quietly out of the room, closed the door and walked down the hall towards the Weapon room. Using her pendant to open the large shuttles that contained the weaponry she walked down the stone steps as the compartments swiftly opened. Knowing that the noise might have awoken the god of war, whose quarters weren't too far from the gym, she quickly raced around trying to find what she was looking for. If this was going to work, she was going to need a weapon, something strong and sturdy yet light enough for her to carry. A broadsword would be definitely strong but too heavy for her. She inspected a number of Falchions, Rapiers and Kantanna. Although many of the blades she saw were not Greek originated blades, she knew the god of war always kept a steady supply of weaponry from every land, in every era. She decided that a Kantanna and the Falchions would be best for her, since she had practiced Kantanna fighting when she was younger and was the best out of all her teammates when they practiced with Falchions.

She barely had time to grab those blades, two more switchblades, and a few small daggers, stuff them and their cases in her bag, before she heard footsteps approaching. Stifling a gasp by biting her cheek she made a rush to close the vault and searched for a place to hide. Cursing herself for her stupidity she realized she had no time to close the vault and should just hide, but she thought of her mistake a little too late.

"HEY WHO ARE YOU?" She heard someone yell. She turned around eyes wide as the she saw figures approach her. She silently cursed as she recognized the large bulky form of Herry racing towards her. Immediately she ran, as fast as her legs could carry her. Without pausing to look back she dashed through the large marble halls, through the portal and out into the regular plaster halls of Olympia High School. Knowing that she was probably still being pursued she raced towards the back entrance of the school, praying that Herry would think she would head for the front doors.

She knew she had reached the doors when she felt cool night air brush around her face and rain droplets tickle and splash against her new outfit. Still not ceasing to run she raced towards the back forest and dodged between trees and shrubs. She knew she would have a long night ahead of her, now that Ares knew that his weaponry stash was broken into he would be as heated as a volcano and would sent many out to search for his stolen blades. However she found it hard to care as she realized that as much as it hurt her, she had done it. She had managed to get away from the school without anyone noticing that she was herself. Now all she had to do was go to the forest which was contained in her dreams (usually her nightmares), for she knew now that that was where Cronus had been hiding all along.

She felt bad that she couldn't tell her friends about what she was going to do, but she knew they would stop her. As much as she wanted her friends to know she hadn't purposely abandoned them, her want for Jay to be back was stronger. So looking back regretfully at the school yard she raced off into the darkness.

Hi guys, sorry once again this took so long, I hope you liked the chapter though Talk to you later, and review please!

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Destiny's Daughter