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As soon as I began to stir into consciousness I became more aware of my surroundings.

For starters, the bed I was in was unbelievably soft. Like, it was like floating on clouds; only minus the cold and water. Then I noticed I was wearing some kinds of dress, and it was very bright behind my eyelids. Off and on I heard voices, and right now I was very cold even though I could feel there were very soft and warm blankets on me. I heard that annoying nagging voice in the background again chanting…only now it started to make sense to me in some weird way.

Suddenly I felt someone tip my head up, and I felt something go down my throat as I felt power surge through me and immediately I recalled the past events that had happened.

I was a goddess.

Just as quick as my sudden realization, I bolted my eyes open and sat up nearly hitting the figure that was looming over me.

As my eyes focused there was only one way to describe this person: Hot.

"Hello Apollo," I said smoothly like we had done this a million times. Don't ask me how I knew it was him, I just did.

"Hey little sis! You ready for the big day today? Zeus needs you in an hour. He let me use some remedies on you though to revive you and let you see Olympus again…" he then stopped talking like he wasn't supposed to be telling me what he just was.

"I-I thought only Artemis was your sister?"

"Ya, your right. I will call you sis though, kay? Calling you daughter is just weird because of our ages, and plus I can tell your super hot looks came from me so it would be weird thinking of my daughter that way and really I just contributed…" Again he stopped talking.

"What?" I asked, "Some god secret?"

Then he smiled some dazzling smile and looked at me, "Of course not. It would just give you tips for your quest, and it is not legal for us to do that. Unfair. Hm but it does seem you got my musical and athletic qualities too so you will be all right," he said jokingly.

"Wait, I thought my quest was over once I figured out that I was the Universal Goddess," I said moving upright on my bed in confusion.

He shook his head. "If only it were that easy. We need you to do something more. And you need to prove that you aren't dangerous."

"Dangerous?" I said interrupting him, "I am a teenage girl, and…"

Now it was his turn to interrupt me, "Yes, a teenage girl that took down the most powerful god without touching him in two seconds."

"Wow, this must look bad," I stated the obvious, and all Apollo did was nod.

"Anyways," he said, "I get the honor of giving you a tour of Olympus." Something about Apollo just made me like him.

"Okay," I said throwing off the sheets. I walked next to him, and he held out his elbow which I thankfully took as we walked around Olympus.

It was dazzling! The buildings were all like you would imagine it to be; it was full of columns, and filled with a light, and more powerful auras filled the air as well. There were fountains and statues, and minor gods walking around trading the craziest items that I had to do double takes. The buildings were of course those you see in pictures all the time with the columns and such, but something was different, something more modern…

I addressed this to Apollo, "It looks different from what I think it would be." I told him.

He nodded without looking at me. "You know that demigod, Annabeth?" He asked me.

"Ya," I said. Why was he asking me about Annabeth? She was one of the sweetest people I know, so maybe this was a good thing.

"Oh, well she rebuilt it after there was a war a year ago on Olympus."

"What?" I said stopping in my tracks. "She, she rebuilt Olympus," I said dumbfounded.

He shrugged, and his hair moved out from behind his ear a bit. "She liked architecture, and it was an honor for her to do it after she helped end the war with that Poseidon boy,

Percy."

"Oh," I said. They made it all seem like perfect sense, but then again I was still very confused in this area.

We kept walking, and we got led to a set of gleaming steps. Each one seemed to surge power through you with each step you took. I could tell we were leading up a hill, and there were hills full of all kind of growth: strawberries, grapes, wheat, and probably anything else that any god or goddess was in charge of. I even saw a pomegranate tree, but nobody touched that one.

We made it to the top of the hill, and there were a bunch of satyrs playing lyres and reed pipes and it sounded beautiful. Apollo let me listen to them a bit with the growing crowd of other ancient heroes, but then he reminded me I had a meeting to attend. And Zeus hates it when you are late. But then again he probably hates everything.

"So," I said trying to catch up a conversation with Apollo again. He was just so easy going, and cool, and likeable that there was no way that you wouldn't want to talk to him. I thought Aphrodite was supposed to do that! I thought I was supposed to do that! "You said that you would rather think of me as a sister because I am hot, but then wouldn't that be weird thinking of a sister that way?"

He shrugged and his hair moves again falling in layers in front of his eyes. I am surprised they don't catch on fire.

"Well, I guess all of us gods and goddesses are all related one way or another; a child, sibling, or cousin. So we don't really focus on the specifics, ya know?" Now I nodded and crossed my arms in front of me as we walked.

I looked at the crowd of people as we walked towards a large dome that no doubt Zeus was waiting in. Apollo was pointing things out to me, but I wasn't really paying any attention to him anymore, which was weird. Instead I let a nervous feeling gnaw inside of me as we got closer and closer to which could possibly be my death. Who knew, maybe Hades would be waiting inside for me; that would be no surprise.

I let my mind wander since I couldn't deal with thinking that way anymore. Suddenly I realized something and laughed out loud.

"What," Apollo said looking hurt, "you didn't like it? I wasn't trying for comedy on that one, but if that is what you like…" He nudged my shoulder and I just waved him away giggling.

"No, no. It wasn't you. Haha, see I just realized that everyone here is in some kind of battle armor or togas. I mean, how funny is that?" I then began to break out in hysterics and tried to make myself feel better before meeting Zeus, but Apollo looked at me like I was crazy.

"What is wrong with wearing battle gear? We are still hot, and that was in style." He began to defend himself.

"Ya was in style! Here, we should catch up big bro so that way I can teach you a thing or two about style." Now my sides were really hurting and I began to curl up from laughing. Only this time Apollo joined me.

Then I realized the horrible truth that I was also wearing some Greek gown of a sort and stopped laughing. Just like reading my mind, so did Apollo and he then made fun of me.

"Here, lil sis, I think we do need to go on a shopping spree. That dress is so BC! Just wait until Aphrodite sees you, she will freak! " I started laughing again.

"Deal," and I smiled at him. Then we stepped in front of the doors, and my smile faded along with my mood. We were here, and now I had to face Zeus to prove my innocence so that way I wouldn't be worse than dead. "This has to be a dream."

"Unfortunately it's not, so make life count." Apollo put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, and I walked in with him not really getting what he just said.

"Ah," said the man who had haunted my sleep. He was smiling viciously over me and I already knew I was in bad luck. "Welcome Cosima, I see now that you are awake and just in time. Good. You know what is right for you, and that I am not joking around."

"Of course," I said, "I wouldn't want daddy to throw another tantrum because I am best." He looked outraged, and I probably made a big mistake, but it felt good. "So," I said trailing my fingers on the back of his throne looking bored, "what this time daddy? What do you need, my time is short. You know how things are, ya know, being in charge of the whole universe. Right? Oh wait, you wouldn't know. What a shame because it seems that I…"

"Enough!" Said Zeus so suddenly I jumped into the air a couple of yards, and then I stayed there flying. "You will talk to me with respect, no other way. You are already lucky that I'm not blasting you to bits at this moment, Cosima! That would be doing you a favor for all of the trouble you are about to get yourself into, Universal Goddess." He said the last two words with absolute distaste, and I flew further away from him.

"Okay, well you have me, what do you need?" I tried saying this nicer now, but I guess it didn't work.

"Can you tell me the date?"

"E-excuse me?" I said utterly confused now. "Do I look like I the goddess of time?"

"I asked you what the date was," he said smoothly. "It would be such a shame if you could not perform such a simple task. I would then deem you worthless and send you to Tarturas where you can suffer forever, all without blinking my eye. What a waste of talent and power."

"Wait, this is about that power thing, isn't it? Look, I am not interested in being in charge of everyone, I still don't get the whole mythology being real stuff! But I can tell some things need to be fixed, but still. Power?" How ridiculous.

He sighed, and the other gods and goddesses then began to appear. At first they were surprised to see me flying high above their heads, but they must have been used to stuff like this because they moved on.

Some woman walked in, and I almost let out a sigh of relief. Annabeth! But then I realized this person was older, and much wiser. This must be her mother, Athena.

"Child," she said in a beautiful voice to me, "what are you doing up there? Come down Cosima, we won't hurt you. How do you do that trick with your eyes?" She asked truly intrigued in gaining some new knowledge.

I slowly lowered myself. I would never trust Zeus, but Athena I could trust. I mean, Annabeth obviously learned a lot from her mom, and I certainly trusted Annabeth.

"W-what trick? I'm not doing any trick besides the flying. I don't even know how I did that. I guess I just thought it, and it happened, and…" she interrupted me.

"No, the flying I get, but the eyes…I don't understand."

"Athena, I am not doing anything."

"You are a wise girl," she told me, "don't do anything foolish." She then looked at Zeus and I had landed. Was this a trap? But she was so nice like Annabeth, her voice even echoed and felt like home and warmth, and…she was in charge of battle strategy. I immediately tensed, and began to think that it should be Aphrodite who was charming me.

I spotted Aphrodite and she pointed to my dress and gave me a thumb up. Then she winked. It was weird seeing the goddess. She was absolutely beautiful, nobody, and I mean nobody could ever compare themselves to her. But her image always changed constantly, and I couldn't really decide how she really looked. It was either the shape of her body, hair, eyes, or clothes that changed, but she was still beautiful any style she chose.

I decided to imagine her as a goddess wearing a laurel wreath above her head, except it was made of pure gold. Then she was wearing a faint pink dress that complimented her simple cheeks. Her hair fell in golden ringlets that resembled halos on an angel. She was tall and skinny, and wearing complicated-yet-simple-at-the-same-time jewelry and she was once again, gorgeous.

I closed my eyes, opened them, and suddenly Aphrodite was standing in front of me wearing what I had envisioned for her.

"I like your taste," she said winking at me. "It suits me. You truly did get my gift," she said smiling, the whiteness from her smile forcing my eyes to adjust to the added brightness. She then touched my dress, and it turned the darkest shade of purple I had ever seen. And then slowly small silver dots began to appear and twinkle and shine on my dress like millions of tiny little stars. "And this suits you," she said simply walking away.

All I could do was watch her take her seat on her throne. So did everyone else. Then I caught glimpse of Apollo and smiled, "And you said I had no taste!" I said in a joke mocking tone, "the goddess of love and beauty seems to disagree with that statement." I think I lightened the mood, because Apollo and Aphrodite laughed. Their laughs together were like total sunshine and warmth.

I though just Apollo was hot, but now…wow! It was like tingling bells and doves have been added to the sunshine and happiness!

Slowly everyone began to relax and smile as well. Athena, Hermes, and Ares actually laughed. But Zeus stayed firm.

"So," I said clapping my hands together, "Wtw, what's the word? My quest? I can't believe you still think I'm dangerous. I am just fourteen."

"No," said some little girl next to a fire. Hestia. "You are actually much older than that." She stepped forward and was about to touch my forehead, but Zeus stopped her. Why can't she touch me? She sighed, and knelt down to her fire again wearing her pioneer clothing so unlike everyone else.

"What," I said mockingly to Zeus most likely ruining my chance for survival based on my own amusement. "A girl can't touch me? Afraid I will pass on my strength?"

At this he flinched, and I had no clue why. Instead of speaking he gave me the evil eye and shook his head. Athena looked like I had done something wrong, and all the warmth from earlier was now gone.

Yikes, I do have that appeal on others. I must have inherited this trait from Ares. I always seem to push people away with my snarky attitude. All for my own amusement too.

It was silent all around the big thrown room, and suddenly I felt very uncomfortable. Seeming the position I was in I didn't know if it was I or somebody else doing it to me, but I began to feel awful. My palms began to sweat, and my face grew hot and I knew I was blushing. I tried closing my eyes, but images flashed across my eyes so I immediately opened them and tried to push all threats from my mind.

I feel like I can no longer move, and now I am pretty positive it is someone else doing it to me; until I see my symbol behind my eyelids.

It is all me, baby.

"Do you still want to continue torturing yourself or can we continue, Miss Kensley?" said Mr. D. Torturing myself?

"W-what?"

"My gift." He then laughed, "I can make people go insane. And fortunately you are doing it to yourself so I don't have to. Now we can guarantee that you will listen to us, but if not…" He snapped his fingers and suddenly a picture of my family, my real family was in his hands. Only this was no usual picture.

I recognized it; we took this picture before I left to go to that private boarding school. Only the pictures seemed like they were moving and I was no longer in this photo. Then I realized that my family was screaming and were clutching their heads and were trying to escape. They were in pain, and he was causing this. He was torturing my family, and they did nothing wrong.

"Stop! Stop it," I screamed trying to run over to him. But my feet seemed frozen in place and the room seemed to suddenly stretch much further.

"Stop what? My dear, Mincey, you are doing it. You don't know how to control your powers."

I began to struggle against the sudden barrier that was around me, and it was like I was moving in slow motion. "No, it's not me! I would never hurt them, it can't be. That isn't even them, it is a picture!" I then began to cry.

"I trapped them there," said Mr. D, "and they are very real." He then smashed the glass of the frame, and grabbed the picture. It was now scratched and there was blood oozing from the scratches…

I was now screaming in hysterics, "Stop!" They did absolutely nothing wrong, and now they were suffering. Because of me.

He made a gesture to tear up the paper, but then I moved my hands up weakly and the picture disappeared. And so did Dionysus. Everyone looked around for him, and I collapsed onto the floor gasping for breath; when I looked up, Dionysus was back and was clapping.

"Well done, very entertaining Kelsie! I give you an A minus." I glared at him murderously, and stood back up. All I wanted to do was die right now, or at least is able to sit down, but now I must be strong. "However, there is obviously room for improvement," he continued.

I was still having trouble breathing when I spoke, "What was that?"

"A test, which you failed," said Zeus. "You help the people whom you should not care about. All of them were a lie. You are a lie, and you blew it. You reacted poorly, obviously you cannot be controlled."

What? "All I did was send them away…" This is really starting to confuse me. "I think things, and they happen. And I wanted him to stop and, well, he did. I wanted him gone."

Silence.

"Cosima, you still have not told me about your eyes."

I turned to Athena. "Cosima?"

"Yes, your name is Cosima," said some beach guy holding a trident. Poseidon. "You couldn't have forgotten everything, could you?"

What? Forget? I never knew any of this, so how could I forget? But it seemed correct. My name wasn't Kinsey as my mortal "family" had called me, but Cosima. As in Universe, world, and order. And that was exactly my realm of expertise.

"I don't exactly understand what you want me to remember," I replied honestly. "And Athena, I am sorry; I don't know what you mean about my eyes. Yes, I have heterochromia iridium, but that doesn't mean I am doing anything special. And if you don't know, it means my eyes are two different colors," she interrupted me.

"Yes, yes I know. But right now they are very...unique." The entire room was silent, and I was racking my brain to explain anything. I felt completely oblivious to the crowd around me at the moment; all I wanted to do was think and to understand.

Then I had a thought. "What color are they now?"

"Grey," said Aphrodite. "You don't think it could be my trait, could it? I mean, they do change colors often, just like my appearance does constantly." This was another thought to consider, but right now I thought I had it figured out.

Right when I was about to say it, Athena beat me to it. "It relates to whatever power she is using!" Everyone let out their 'awe's and nodded their heads. I think that Athena just read my mind and took the credit.

"Ya," I continued before she could interrupt again, "I mean, when I attacked Zeus, I felt power surging through me, and I thought that my vision was clearer. It also seemed a little brighter," I admitted now recalling the event that I tried to block out of my mind. "So whenever I use somebody's...trait, my eyes change to that color. It must somehow be connected to my power source. In a way, it is also a disadvantage because my enemy could probably guess what I am about to do according to my eyes."

Athena smiled. "Well right now you are living up to your color. Thinking like a true strategist." She then turned to Zeus, "so what do we do with her now, father? Now that we know what kind of threat she poses."

Zeus began stroking his chin for an added affect. "Repeat the prophecy for me please Apollo."

"Prophecies are serious business, they can't be ignored." Apollo warily agreed.

"Perhaps," said Ares, "maybe if it is cruel enough, it can be her punishment! Surely she shall fail!" I glared at Ares.

"Thanks for the support," I muttered.

"So, prophecy," said Apollo clapping and rubbing his hands together.

"A journey to a young girl's past,

Must take part as the god's request.

Live or die a most brutal death,

Only to be solved from past text.

Ten Demigods will go on a mighty quest,

Only to come back as three less.

The roots of her soul and heritage

All depend on Olympus's pilgrimage.

Her destiny to be discovered,

Only to shatter her to the gates of Tarturas,

The gods are coming, they know of her heart in this.

Trust the untrusted, and don't trust the trustworthy.

Here she finds love and danger.

Her life will end the way it came, if she doesn't play this game."

I gulped. "Ya at Camp Half-Blood we kind of already discussed this. I already have volunteers."

Zeus looked please. "I have to agree with Ares on this. If you survive going back, then you must set out on this quest. If not, then, well, you know." He smiled evilly. I thought Hades was supposed to be evil.

"Not evil," Athena piped up, clearly having listened to my head. "He just rules the underworld. It is his realm."

I nodded. Zeus must have been the evil one that killed all his threats afraid that they would take over. Even though they probably had no intention to take power, it is just a part of their realm.

Athena smiled at me. "He's not always like that. You of course are an exception."

"Of course. So, when do I start? You said if I make it back...what does that mean?"

"Oh nothing, just a little advice that you must hurry because the clock is ticking. I give you until the Summer Solstice to prove yourself worthy. That gives you a little over a month to discover who you are and to gain back centuries worth of knowledge. Good luck. And remember, no prophecies, no matter how clear they seem, are ever that out-spoken. So no matter how clear it may seem, never feel like you are almost there and that you will achieve it all.

"Somehow, just somehow, prophecies always end up biting you in the butt. So never assume something. Go with the flow, and stay poised on your toes ready for anything," Zeus told me.

Suddenly he was the god of prophecies.

"Thanks for the advice...dad," I choked the last word out. He laughed.

"Don't call me that. It is highly inaccurate, and I would not appreciate you calling me that even if it were true," he said amused. "Oh I wish I could see the look on your face once you have it figured out."

Then he snapped his fingers and like a flash of lightning, he was gone.

Unsure of what to do, I awkwardly walked towards the door. All of the gods and goddesses watched me.

"Can I at least give her one memory?" Asked the little pioneer girl, Hestia, to Poseidon.

"Zeus won't like that," he replied. As if in agreement, there was a loud rumble of thunder outside.

I ignored them, and continued on my way out. Some of the gods flashed out like Zeus, others slowly dispersed by walking and were socializing on the way out. I was about to exit the room myself when somebody grabbed my arm. I was about to slap them silly thinking that this was some kind of a joke, but I saw it was Hermes.

Hermes is a good guy, right? Next to him is Apollo. I know Apollo is good.

"Please, wait Cosima," Hermes said desperately, glancing around trying to not be overheard. Athena looked interested in our small group, but stayed in a firm conversation with Hephaestus. "I must ask a quick favor of you," he said nervously. "Make sure none of my children go on your quest. If you succeed that much, then I will aid you. Technically we are not supposed to help those on quests, but there is no way you can succeed alone. I think it is time that Zeus learns a lesson."

"I second that," said Apollo. My heart fell, Will would be joining me. "Zeus must be taught a lesson. I am tired of him killing for no reasons except for his own selfish ones. Besides, we Apollo people need to stick up. We are rather fond to women that host the sun." He winked at me and I was thinking of something totally different. What did he mean?

"I'm sorry," I tried saying to Apollo. "Your son, Will, is going to join the quest. I didn't even want anybody to join, but he insisted anyways." I looked at Apollo ashamed.

"Of course he would join your quest. He has his own reasons. Just because he made a decision to join, it doesn't mean I won't aid you."

"Keep it down!" Hermes hissed at us. Now we were speaking loudly, and Athena was walking our way since Hephaestus just popped out of the room.

"Quick, give me the list of the volunteers, then off with you!" Apollo said desperately.

Quickly I racked my brains and I felt ashamed that two of the people I was naming were going to die with me. "Percy, Annabeth, Will, Jason, Piper, Nico, Leo, and Clarisse."

"But that is only eight," cried Hermes. "Who else is going?" He moaned.

"Oh no! Those were the only people that volunteered. I don't think that any one else would risk it. I make nine though. Can my friend tag along?"

"No, she is a satyr. You need to find another Demi-god, now run, quickly. You are being timed!" Apollo shoved me away since Athena was close enough to clearly hear us. He wanted to make it seem that we weren't discussing anything this serious.

I totally forgave him for shoving me.

As I was turning to run away, I thought of that one boy Luke that I heard about. Hermes doesn't deserve to lose another child, so I will stay clear from that cabin.

"Stop!" Shouted Athena.

I ignored her and kept on running. "Stop," she demanded again. Suddenly she was in front of me and I skidded to a halt so avoid ramming us both over the long flight of stairs.

"Tell Annabeth that she better think everything through first," she said with no emotion in her voice.

"And a warning, if you die, so does your 'family'. The picture Dionysus claims truly is holding your real family, and at the moment Hephaestus is setting up multiple traps that are rigged to go off at certain times to attack them. And anybody who thinks they are too good to go on a mission and who tries to retrieve them, let's just say it won't be pretty. Good luck Cosima."

"Thanks for the advice," I say side-stepping her. Now I am sprinting down the stairs taking four at a time. I don't even care if I fall and break my face. I am being timed, and I never do well on timed tests.

I thought that just I would perish, but now that my family is involved, Zeus is going down. I don't care how I do it; I am going to rush through and save them. I might actually try now. I am their last hope, and if I do nothing, then all is lost.

Despite the cramps forming on my side, and the screaming pain in my legs, and the burning pain of gasping for breath in my lungs, I was sprinting as hard as I could. I could have probably beaten my school's mile time of 4:13 at the pace I was going at. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was that I go back to Camp Half-Blood, and then begin my quest.

I ran towards the elevator and desperately started pressing the buttons. I impatiently paced around gulping in air trying to calm down. I don't even have a game plan! As soon as the elevator opened, I sprinted inside. The ride down took probably less than a minute, but for me it was too long.

When the doors opened, I hopped out. Every single nerve in my body was screaming in protest, but I pushed myself forward. And that was when the growling started.

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