**Chapter 3 has been updated 11/2/18**

Cleo: "I am sorry HERA? Who's…."

Agent: "They have arrived..."

Click

Cleo: "What the…."

Knock…Knock..

Agent: "Director Willis"

With that and limited time to dress I find myself being carted off in the back of a black SUV by similar agents from earlier today.

Cleo: (There's those badges again or pins.)

After sever awkward minutes the car comes to a stop in front of somewhere very familiar to me.

Cleo: "The Museum. I am due here in the morning couldn't this just have waited."

The agents look back at me but without responding he turns to head inside.

Looking around at the others unsure or without option I follow inside.

Expecting to go through the main entrance I am stopped by one of the agents as another one swipes his id on a hidden panel.

The general shock of it must show across my face because the agent forms a slight smile as he gestures me inside.

The small access area led us winding into a set of unfamiliar halls and stair cases. We walk for quite a while before finally reaching the opening of a large corridor leading to a set of golden doors.

A replica of ones guarding the Archives.

I gaze in awe at them and the rest of the room.

Cleo: (I spent my entire childhood roaming around this place and never once came across anything like this.)

The walls are filled with rare paints of the gods spread out over their many years, pottery dating back thousands of years, stone texts mounted on small pedestals.

Finally we reach the doors.

One of the agents cracks it open just enough for me to fit and gestures for me to go inside.

Cleo: (Alone they want me to go alone?..)

Taking a deep breath whispering words of encouragement.

Cleo: "One foot in front of the other."

I only take a few steps in before I am yet again studded by the collection of artifacts before me. Every wall is lined with something rarer then the last.

I am so caught up in it all, I don't notice anyone else in the room.

That's when I hear several voices all echoing from the far corner near the fireplace.

My ears perk up as I recognize one of the voices.

Cleo: (Uncle? Why is my uncle here?)

While trying to sneak closer he is cut off by a woman's voice. Her voice is powerful and dominates over them all.

Woman's Voice: "I will not hear any more of this… The will of the Gods is above all other."

There are three people standing in the far corner of the room. They appear to be having a very heated argument that she is winning. I am only able to make out a few other words between the three of them.

Cleo: (It's something about the doors and a ceremony? What was that last one? Ugh I can't hear them clearly…)

Intrigued and frustrated, I attempt to creep closer.

Cleo: (I have to know what they are talking about ….)

There are several pillars along the walls that allow me to get within hearing distance and if I am careful I may even be able to see who if it's the same woman from today.

As I peak around the pillar I see my uncle and the director of the museum treading water around the mysterious woman from today...

Uncle: "She knows nothing of it, the council and I chose not to tell her. That it was for the best."

Uncle: "How could we have known?"

He seems almost ashamed to admit such to her, bowing his head looking slightly terrified by her response.

Mystery Woman: "This is the second attempt on the bloodline and you think it was for the best? What if he would have taken her?"

Her body stiffens and her tone reflects a sort of regret as she speaks.

Mystery Woman: "If the bloodline is pure then she must be awoken.. We will need her in the days to come. Even if I have to…."

Stopping mid sentences as if she sensed me, she looks directly at me locking our eyes.

It happens so fast my only reaction is to jump back startled breaking her gaze as i bump into a wooden book shelve knocking several things over.

The whole room is piercingly silent. Filled with an uneasy feeling I turn to find her still starting at me.

As her glare intensifies my skin starts to tinkle up and down my arms. I can feel something moving beneath a power waiting to be released.

Noticing instantly who she's looking at my uncle rises breaking her attention as he gestures for me to come closer to them.

Just like it started the tingling stops when she breaks eye contact.

Cleo: (What in the gods was that?)

Confused, rubbing my arms with my hands as I walk forward.

Uncle: "Please allow me…..."

He stops talking the moment she stands bowing his head slightly at her.

Her presence seems to have just as powerful of an affective on them as it does me. I've never seen my uncle act like this towards anyone before nor the director.

His ego alone can be seen for miles yet I have yet to hear him talk.

Uncle: "Goddess….This is my niece "

The way he says it is sharp and as if to make a point but his voice crackles towards the end as he looks to me.

Cleo: (Goddess?Owls…Athena)

Uncle: "Cleo.. Cleo Willis"

All of a sudden I feel as if there were a hundred eyes on me, as I am being presented to her like this.

Not wanting to do or say anything wrong. I do the only thing I can think of and nod my head the same way my uncle did while barely managing to get out the word.

Cleo: "Hello"

She seems amused by that as she stars blankly back at me.

I grow uncomfortable while she sets silent for a few moments. Her purple eyes glazed over as if she was deep in thought. Then out of no were something snaps.. She slams her hands down on the table out of frustration

Mystery Woman: "It has been decided. We will move forward with the ceremony tonight. It can't wait…"

Startled by her outburst I can't help but take a few steps back.

Director: "Athena please….we mustn't …Were not prepared..."

This time when she looks at me I can tell she is unprepared for the emotion the shows. Sympathy.

Athena: "Neither am I but we will do what we must..."

Then she speaks directly to me.

Athena: "Tonight, We shall see if you are true to your bloodline."

Continuing as she steps closer towards me.

Athena: "Let's hope for your sake you're more than just a vessel."

Her face saddens just a hint, I barely catch it before she turns and disappears with a gust of wind and flashes of a green...

Once the shock of begins to ware off I start to process everything that just happen.

Cleo: (vessel, ceremony, bloodline…ME…..)

Looking towards my uncle and the director.

Cleo: "What in the hell just happen?"