Wow. No, I really mean, wooooooooow. I've never seen anything like it. A high ceilinged corridor decorated in Greek statues and busts. The walls swirling in Greek designs. A mosaic floor simple yet complex pattern, repeating all the way to the end of the corridor to the feet of a crowd of people. I strided over to them, cautious of my echoing steps, holding my head high. Mom always told me 'if you're worried about something or someone, never let them know it'. I could really use her now. Just a little thumbs up like she does at my field hockey games or a reassuring hug.

'Josie I'm glad you are here' Hera announced. Okay I guessed but come on the woman was practically glowing! Like in the Disney film Hercules. And I know my Greek mythology, remember the whole poetry thing.

'Well, yeah I'm here now! And can someone explain why my parents are apparently missing and why I'm not supervising a load of kids loose on a go-karts track?' I responded, crossing my arms (with the blacks held to my sides) to stop myself from shaking. I wasn't sacred! I don't get sacred!

'Well follow me and I shall explain. Explain to all of you.' She hinted to the crowd of others, teenagers like me and Togo wearing gods (with a familiar glow). I followed them through the double doors to be met with 95% of the world's gold supply, in the form of a regal figure, wielding a shimmering thunderbolt. It must have been 3 storeys high!

'Josie?' I didn't even notice Jason there. He tapped me on the shoulder, and I look up at him, dazed by the statue. I guess he was telling the truth. Back at the centre, and at my house. I feel bad for doubting him.

'I'll be just there' I replied realising everyone disappearing through into another room. I ambled over to the half open door and gazed in. The teenagers took their seats on two large couches, with the glowing gods behind them. I caught up and sat next two Jason (for a familiar face), next to him an attractive girl, about 16, with long orange hair pull to one side in a loose plait. On the other side of her another gorgeous girl, around the same age with died straight blonde hair, in a mini skirt looking into a gold hand mirror. Opposite her a large muscular guy, with a clueless look about him. Can't blame you kid. Then next to him were two small kids, a boy and a girl, identical. Both with the same chocolate skin, both with glasses and both looking about 12 on identical hi tech laptops. The boy looked up at Hera.

'But this doesn't make any sense! There are no unexplained events in the area, no weird creature sightings, no questions asked. How could our dad be a superhero?' he challenged, his sister (I'm guessing from the 'our dad' comment) nodding in agreement.

'Oliver I can assure you I am speaking the truth about your parents and their activities here, but while they were students in the school we tried our best to hide their hero work from the public to reduce panic. If you need proof you are welcome to go through Chiron' achieves.' She answered. Standing at the side was the coolest person I have EVER seen. Come on what is not awesome about being half horse? Imagine the speeds he could get up to...

'Ok so our parents are superheroes. What now do we get a medal or something?' The blonde (vain) girl asked arrogantly, applying a layer of lip gloss on to her annoying little face. I swear she could be Lucy's (receptionist, blonde, lover of the gloss of the shiny variety) little sister! And back to Hera...

'Well then Daniella, if you are so anxious for a gift maybe you should stop interrupting me, so we can move on to the business of the little presents your parents left you in these boxes!' Daniella ignored to weak insult and instead set her eyes on the shiny black box on the coffee table in front of her. I'm guessing she was the kind of girl who was often receiving presents from Daddy to his little princess. I looked down at the pair of boxes on my lap. I traced my finger over the complex locking mechanism. I realised I hadn't spoken in a while (which is highly unlikely for any who know me well) so I decided to let myself be known.

'How do we open them?' I asked. Hera smiled back.

'Well Josie, The boxes...' she was cut off by a jealous face.

'How come she has two? I want two boxes!' Daniella demanded. Defiantly daddy's little princess.

'Both of Josie's parents were in the original team...' cut off again. This girl sure has a mouth on her...

'But so are Jason's and Louisa's!' She argued.

'But Josie is an only child and so she has inherited both boxes!' Wow! Don't mess with the Queen of the Olympians! Daniella retreated back into her seat, with a delicious look of defeat on her face. 'She is lucky to be alive!' she continued. We all looked at her. For the first time ever I felt this chill run through my veins.

'What do you mean, I'm lucky to be alive?' I asked slowly. I don't think she's the kind of god who jokes about life and death, even if she is immortal. She sank to her seat as well realising her mistake in mentioning it. She sighed.

'16 years ago Cronus returned. It was at a Christmas party hosted by Jay and Theresa, with all your parents and families there. Everything was perfect. Theresa had just returned from hospital to Jay and Jason after giving birth to Louisa, Herry had just taught Henry to walk and Daniella here was already speaking her first words.' Most likely 'me me!' but she seemed genuinely interested in the story. I give a weak smiled to Hera to hint her to carry on.

'Only then did things start to go wrong. Atlanta volunteered to put Jason here to bed and was captured by Cronus along with Louisa, Henry and Daniella, all still babies...'

'So I could have died too!' Daniella butted in again. It's just me, me, me with this girl!

'Yes Daniella, but Atlanta protected you, all three of you, but took a beating doing so. I'm not sure of the details but I do know that at the time she was pregnant with you Josie, only a few months or so, there wasn't a bump, but it still did some damage. We almost lost both of you. But you both held on, it's in warrior in you Josie. Luckily the most harm done was to your ankle, but we knew you may have had problems with it anyway.' I looked down at my right ankle. There's a small silver brace on it for my wonky heel, small enough that I can wear trainers over it with on an inch or two viewable from the top.

'What do you mean you knew? Dad says a wonky heel runs in the family.' I challenged. How do I know if this woman's speaking fact or fiction about my life? This could still all be a big joke. A farfetched joke but a joke nonetheless.

'It does indeed. All the way back to Achilles himself.' I coughed. What the hell is this woman going on about?

'Sure! My dad's the descendent of Achilles! Funny, really you should go into comedy!' I joked, trying to make sense of this in my mind. I looked up and round at the people in the room. All gazing back at me blankly.

'But my Dad is Canadian. How has he got a Greek ancestor?' I challenged, aching for a logical explanation and a loophole in their little story.

'You would be surprised to see how far a family can travel over millennia,' was the reply, I little cocky for me but she is a god. Plus I don't want to anger her, I've heard the stories! She might turn my head into a donkey or something...

'Ok this has to be some twisted joke! I want to see my parents! This is not happening!'Ok I kinda lost it. Anyone would have finding out their parents had kept this from them for 16 years! I held my head in my hands. This really is happening. I feel hurt and lonely. And yet I'm a crowded room of people! I wiped my hands over my face and sighed.

'My parents are in real danger aren't they?' she nodded slowly and sensitively. 'So...Who's my mum's ancestor?' I may as well find out. If my parents are in danger I need to know.

'Atalanta, the only original member of the team from a female ancestor. She is the reason for your mother's hunting ability and super speed.' She informed.

'Super speed? I can beat mum with my eyes closed!' I thought some humour was needed to lighten the mood. A tall muscular man stepped forward and knelt towards Hera. It kind of looked like he was kneeling before a Queen, which come to think about, she kind of is.

'Hera, the combination of Atlanta's speed and hunting ability, doubled with Archie's agility and invincibility, would create a force to be reckoned with.' He muttered, only just load enough for us to hear. This guy honesty thought I was all that? Hera thought for a moment then decided to continue what was being said before. The man returned to his previous spot.

'Well I think it's time to open those boxes!'