Felicia's P.O.V

I did not bother to change. Too much effort on any guy usually ended up in tragedy.

So I quickly just freshened my makeup, i.e. re-did my eye-liner and a good measure of kohl/kajal in my eyes.

So I was still in my dark blue polo neck and white leggings. Phoenix was wearing her white V-neck with a light green sweater on top of it and black leggings.

It was 4:00p.m and I said, "Instead of dawdling about, shall we practice?"

"Yeah" she said getting up. "Just keep the wooden door open and the grill door shut so that they can see but can't come in."

I smiled, stretching and flexing my limbs, before starting the music.

Dance is good.

Dan's P.O.V

After I finished recording the last video and editing it, I sat down at the table and ate another brownie, and thought.

That girl, our new neighbor, Felicia Walters she was sexy as hell. She had this aura, like some energy around her which made you feel like you could do anything. And she was not one to be fucked with.

I am the son of Zeus and Aphrodite. Phil, my brother was the son of Zeus and Demeter (incest-y parents). I was the god of justice, languages and life. Opposite of Hades, basically. Didn't stop the fact that my uncle was actually fond of me.

Phil, on the other hand is deception and optimism or imagination. He was basically the most cheerful bloke on Olympus.

I sat back as I savored the taste of the brownie. Somehow, I could feel the sea, and the air in her presence. She was linked both to Zeus and Poseidon.

I knew she's divine. She is either an extremely and when I say extremely I mean seriously shit-sickle powerful demigod, or a seriously powerful god.

It was about 4:15 in the afternoon when I heard some kind of a classical ballet dance song begin.

"No, no, no, Phoenix, move more left, you're going wrong!" cried Felicia, sounding agitated.

I frowned. Phoenix… oh her roomie.

"Do I really have to do that?" came an equally melodic voice. What was with these females and sweet voices?

Three minutes later, Felicia's laughter rang out lovely and bell-like and she snorted, "It's not like that's gonna work. We'll just settle for phantom of the opera shall we?"

"Hell yes" grumbled the girl named Phoenix. "If only Linds and Kate had enough brains to come today."

Again Felicia laughed.

Whichever blessed song that was going on, it had stopped, but Phil dashed into the kitchen.

"What was that cackaphony?" he sputtered.

I smirked and said, "No clue. Want a brownie."

Without waiting for an answer, Phil dived and grabbed the last one. I sighed.

Predictions were not my forte.

"These brownies are just…epic" sighed Phil.

"You don't say? I think I could spend eternity eating only those" I said, eying his brownie with jealousy.

Phil, who did not give a shit, and rarely ever gave a shit, raised his eyebrows at me and said, innocently, "Not to mention the girl who came was pretty fit."

I growled and Phil laughed, "Not encroaching on your territory bro. Just stating facts as they are."

I sat back fuming. And I really did not know why. That girl, she was only an extremely attractive, hot young girl who baked epic brownies.

So why was I getting upset about Phil noticing that she's hot? Anyone with two eyes can see that.

Phil, the mind-reader sighed and said, "Look mate, as usual you probably are trying to figure out five thousand meanings behind my words."

I smiled despite of myself and asked, "How did you know?"

He ignored me and continued, "She is pretty gorgeous I will not deny, but really? Not my type."

I knew Phil was telling the truth. No one could doubt it.

"Yeah, yeah" I said poking him. "Maybe you'll find love in Phoenix Hunt."

He raised an eyebrow, "Who on earth is she?"

"Felix's roomie" I said nonchalantly.

"Oooh, so now you're on nickname basis" he said smirking, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth. "Tell me does Felix call you Danny?"

I whacked him sharply on his head.

Still laughing he finished the brownie in a gargantuan bite. I frowned at him.

Some people were just so selfish.

I took the plastic container in which Felix-oh sorry Felicia had given me the brownies. As I was turning the box over, suddenly something sparkled in the sun.

Olympus Ink!

Dad had made this ink that only gods and demigods could read in times of war and casualties. And I was a god (A pretty powerful one at that!) so I could read it.

"Phil" I mused. "We have Olympus Ink to decipher."

He grinned and leaned over switching on the table lamp and pulling the shades.

Three different handwritings shone.

One was a neat, straight print which ended everything with a –P. Phoenix Hunt.

Another was a lean, long and very attractive handwriting with an ending of ~K. It had to be that girl Phoenix was speaking of, Kats. Must be a Kate or a Katherine.

And the last was a clear, print which used the Deathly Hallows symbol for every 'A' and ended every line with –FW. Felicia Walters.

"I dunno about what the girl looks like" said Phil grinning, "But I love her handwriting."

I snorted and began to read.

(A/N- Bold is Phoenix, Italics is Felicia and both is Kate because everyone knows Kate's cool!)

That moron of an Oceanus is driving me mental. F, do something about it.

P

Honey, I'm battling the moron myself using both the damned weapons. What else do you want me to do?

FW

Phil rolled his eyes.

Bitches stop complaining! Look at me, do I look like I am complaining?

K

*snorts* Yeah right, chick, because you only have to measure the time sphere and keep it under control.

F

Aaah! FML, Oceanus nearly razed my glabella with his stupid lance! Screw you dude!

P

"I don't know who this girl is" said Phil frowning. "but I feel strangely worried for her."

I smirked and said, "Admit it dude, you're whipped before you saw her."

Phil rolled his eyes again.

You okay? Do we need to call Apollo? (A/N- The A is a deathly hallow :P)

FW and K

Nah, I'm fine. Just pop near you kay? We need to stop communicating with a plastic container.

P

LOL! Yeah can see you now. Wanna kick some serious ocean ass?

FW

Hell yes. Bring it on

P who-is-probably-channeling-K's-spirit

I'm so proud of you, P, my faithful minion

K

Stop talking bitch, fight

P

And that was the end of the conversation.

I must admit, if these are those "annoying, pesky daughters of Poseidon, making Olympus ashamed by defeating Oceanus" as Dad put it, then, I must say, I'm pretty impressed.

Phil turned the box over, clearly thinking I'm not looking at him. He silently mouthed the word Phoenix, as if testing it. He dragged his finger across the dried ink she had scribbled as she was fighting to save her life.

Phil and I have also had several close shots. Immediately after our coronation as gods, i.e. a week ago, we had casually battled a hydra, a sow(yes a flying pig) and a wild unicorn supporting Gaea.

Gaea.

I despised that name. Our mother earth, the oldest goddess of all rising in rebellion against us. It was a horrible prospect.

Phil and I had our own contact with creepy dirt woman. The day we got coroneted, we were in the woods, and suddenly Phil and I saw her.

"So you're the new future of Olympus are you now?" she said sleepily. It however was disturbingly enough, not as sleepy as they said it would be. Like now it was like someone reluctantly taking their coffee, not willing to rise and greet the new day.

"Yes, Daniel Howell, Phillip Lester" she said smiling eerily. "You all are pawns of my little game. That daughter of Artemis, Athena and Hestia? Oh you six are the most valuable gods, for no giant, no titan is your opponent, you have no match! I offer this chance, sons of Jupiter-"

"Zeus" we corrected immediately.

She shrugged sleepily, "Zeus, Jupiter, Enlil, Anu, Indra? All of them are just pawns rebelling. You six will help. I shall finally rise, and you shall all feel the wrath of Gaea. I offer this chance. Join me. Either way, you shall serve me, but this is just a more painless method."

"No" growled Phil and me together. "You can go and make your dirt castles."

She laughed and dissolved.

So weird.

Best part was, we did not know who was the unknown sixth god.

There was me, there was Phil, then three unknown daughters of the virgin goddesses. The sixth one, we presumed was Alex, Alex Day, our friend, basically my brother as son of Apollo and Aphrodite.

I really don't know why a deathly hallows mark just popped in my head because of thinking about the letter a.

But yes. Felicia Walters, with her graceful stride and her friend's amused tones had definitely some reason for coming here.