Daughter of Madness.

AN: Hey guys I told you I'd do a mini chapter in Dionysus POV, I'm considering doing one in Achilles POV just to make it up to you? Thoughts? Let me know.

I'm horribly ill at the moment with a cold, living in Wales you get no perks, and for those who don't know what Wales is, it's a country next to England full of castles basically, any who enough of me and my thoughts time for Mr D.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON OR THE PLOT, ALL I OWN IS OPHELIA AND ACHILLES.

Chapter 9: My first born daughter

Dionysus POV.

I sit here in the sun, playing a mindless card game with Chiron, my life is so worthless in this camp with all these brats who are so insignificant and rude, I know what they do, and do they honestly think they can hide stuff from me? I'm serious it's almost laughable.

I miss Olympus I miss the warmth it brings, I feel so powerful up there it's my home and I'm stuck on earth with mortals, I miss my wife my beautiful wife, how did a man like me get a goddess like her? It's a wonder she sticks with me, but that's love I guess and love is a wonderful thing, I can practically hear Aphrodite squeal from here as my thoughts probably gained her attention.

I miss my boys they don't spend much time with me now, it must be my fault I guess I just come across so bitter, but what they forget is I was a demi god like them at one point. Me, Dionysus. Son of Zeus. I understand the pain of being a demi god, but they seem to forget I haven't always been a God.

I sit here mindless playing the game as my thoughts slowly turn depressing, well I can see how this day is going, I can see Grover ahead walking with one of the new brats that arrived yesterday this should be interesting I thought, time to see which one of my fellow Gods have knocked up some mortal or in some cases had some brain voodoo with them.

"That's Mr. D,"I heard Grover murmur to the girl. "He's the camp director. Be polite. The girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's just a camper, but she's been here longer than just about anybody. And you already know Chiron..."

"Mr. Brunner!" I heard the girl shout. Look at Chiron and his fangirls, the old centaur is such a softie I snort to myself.

The centaur turned and smiled at her. His eyes started glinting at her knowingly. I Wish I had some grapes right know or maybe some Oreos flavoured with grapes... is that possible can you do that? Oh wait I'm a God of course I can.

"Ah, good, Ophelia," he said. "Now we have four for pinochle."

Ophelia is such a nice name I think to myself. I turn towards the girl and noticed something immediately, she has my eyes. That's impossible. There's no way. Who is this girl? WHO IS SHE? An imposter she must be? I haven't been with a mortal in 12 years and the last one was.. I stood up I shoved the table as my temper was shaking furiously this must be a lie it must be. I could feel my powers activating.

"Who are you girl?" I asked in a whisper of a voice.

"I'm Ophelia Anderson, you are?" She said in a done of indifference. Such a rude tone of voice. My tone of voice.

"Ophelia, be polite" Chiron said to her in a scolding tone of voice,

"Chiron enough". I said the power in the room intensifying, I'm furious and I could see the girl looking at me almost challenging me with her eyes, but then I saw her look away in defeat, that's what I thought girl.

"Mr D" Chiron said cautiously. "Dionysus, are you okay?" Chiron said. Of course I'm not okay Chiron don't be an idiot, that child is my carbon copy of me with my eyes and her personality, but her face and hair hold some similarity to... Elizabeth, it holds the similarity to Elizabeth.

"Who is your mother child?" I asked in a calm but intimidating voice. Breathe Dionysus.

Chiron looked on in interest suddenly realising the conclusion has come to, the prophecy foretold this, the next great prophecy is starting. He looked down at Ophelia with pain his eyes, this child will go through so much all too soon. My poor child.

"Elizabeth Anderson" She said with a no nonsense tone.

I breathed in a quick sharp breath. Why didn't Elizabeth tell me, she knew how to get in touch with me I would have thought that she could have had the decency to speak to me after all? But I have a child. A daughter. I finally have a daughter I've waited so long for this moment. But where is Elizabeth?

"Where is your mother Ophelia?" I asked her.

"She died a few years back" Ophelia replied in a dead voice no emotion on my face. "Cancer is a bitch" she told me knowingly.

Ohh Elizabeth my beautiful angel, I know you would reach Elysium, you were a rare mortal in this world seeing my true form. My thoughts came swirling back to me realising that my daughter swore.

"Language" I scolded her, I've never felt as old as I do now.

"Did she mention your father at all?" I asked in a hopeful yet broken voice.

"No, only my grandmother has spoken about that deadbeat God" she said in a sarcastic voice.

"Ophelia enough" I spoke with a no joking around voice.

"Who the hell are you to speak to me like that?" she replied heatedly. "My Dad?" she snarled.

I looked down at her grinning as I realised this was the perfect moment to tell her, this attitude Is getting tiring and she isn't even a teenager yet. Good luck to me.

"Why yes child." "I am your father" I spoke in a smug tone.

"And for the little act you put on by there, you're grounded" I said in a triumphant tone.

Dad 1 Daughter 0.

AN: I Hope you all enjoyed this Dionysus POV and I hope to do more of these as they're fun to write, let me know what you think of the Achilles one. Adios Muchachos.

P.S I THINK I MAY WRITE A NEW HARRY POTTER STORY.