AN: I'm going to try to stop trying to rhyme, after all, it's just wasting your time.
"Well, this is Cabin 11. Hermes's cabin. This is your home for the foreseeable future. Go ahead, step inside. Make yourself at home."
I took a couple steps into the cabin, and looked back, waiting for her to follow. When she didn't move, I spoke up.
"Are you not coming in with me?"
She shook her head.
"I can't. Sorry. It's against the rules," she said, taking a step away for good measure.
I looked at the cabin, then her. "What happens if you step inside? The world explodes?" I snickered.
She seemed to reconsider. "Well, it can't be that bad." I wheedled, not wanting to go in there alone. "What's the worst that could happen?" As if I wasn't tempting Fate by saying that.
Still hesitant, she took a cautious step towards the cabin. When the world didn't burst into flames, she took another one. This continued on, her going the speed of an abnormally slow turtle, until she reached the doorway. She stuck out her hand, and pulled the door open. I released the breath that had wanted to escape for a while. Amanda visibly relaxed, and crutched into the cabin. I followed her eagerly, excited to finally see the inside of a cabin.
Amanda looked around with a slight smirk on her face. "This isn't nearly as cool as-" she started.
I had a brief glimpse of a messy dorm with stuff everywhere before I heard a thunderous CRACK!
The world spun. I had the feeling of getting sucked up into a vacuum (not that that happens often) and there was a blinding flash of light.
"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no." I heard Amanda mutter as we were trapped in the light.
"Ouch!" I yelled as we were thrown onto hard ground. My eyes were watering from the impact and I looked around, dazed.
It looked like we were in a huge cathedral, with intricate designs on the walls. I'm sure the design would continue on the ceiling, if they had one. Really, the ceiling was open to the heavens. The stars looked like they were arranged just for this building's viewing pleasure.
I stared at the walls and the stars for a long time before I realized that Amanda had not said a word. Looking down at her, I saw her bowing. Then, for the first time I looked around at my eye level.
Sitting around me in huge thrones were about a dozen of the scariest people I had ever seen. They were all radiating this weird, terrifying power. My knees collapsed, and for some reason, I couldn't get up. One of the men, a tough looking biker with a sword, chuckled.
"Who are you? Name yourself!" One of the men, the most terrifying of them all, commanded quietly, but for some reason it felt like it was resonating through the building.
"I'm Emily Wolf. And you are?" I asked, asking what I always do. Then it hit me. These must be the Olympian Gods everyone was talking about. They held the power of the world in their hands and I had just spoken to them like they were mortals. Speaking of which, how on Earth am I supposed to address these people? Your majesties? My lords? Your Excellencies?
The one who was sitting in the middle of them all smirked and gestured with his hands to look around. "Who do you think we are, mortal?"
I already knew, but I looked around anyway. The Olympians were organized in an horseshoe, with leader in the middle with what looked liked his wife. On his left side, there was a tanned, surfer dude holding a stick with three prongs. Trident?
Next to him was the biker who had laughed earlier at my misfortune. His seat looked like an electric hair, with spikes all over it. Next to him in a solid gold throne was a young teenager, who was rocking out on his iTouch. Oddly, there was an empty chair next to him that was glowing a faint silver. There were patterns running across the back and I had the most bizarre connection to it. Maybe it was the wolves carved into the armrest, ha-ha. Then, next to the empty chair was finally someone I recognized.
"Mr. D?" I gasped, unable to contain myself. What was he doing here?
He gave a slight nod and the barest hint of a smile.
Mentally switching back in gear, I looked at the other side. Next to the leader's lady friend was a woman sitting on a throne of corn. The stalks had actually bent up to form the chair.
Next to the corn lady was a woman with icy gray eyes. It looked like she was reading a book, but every now and then I would see her eyes flick up to take in what was happening.
A huge man with muscles the size of a truck sat next to the reader. He had a hammer laying across his lap, but one of his hands was busy holding hands with the lady in pink. Her throne was right next to his, and it was the most sickening thing I had ever seen. It looked like cupid had thrown up hearts and rainbows and she decided to sit in it. To her right was a man clearly not very interested in what was happening. He was wearing an awesome black and red track suit, and he was leaning back in his chair, which was more of an armchair.
"I think you are the 12 Olympians, sir." I said, finally answering the question.
The man smiled and nodded.
"That would be correct. I am Zeus, Master of the Sky. This is my wife Hera and that is Poseidon, Ares, Apollo, umm, I believe you've met Dionysus?" I nodded, noticing that he had stumbled over the empty throne.
"On my wife's other side you see Demeter, Athena, then Hephaestus and Aphrodite. And lastly, but certainly not least, you have Hermes. Together, we are the Twelve Olympians." The room shook every time he said a name. One thing was bugging me.
"Lord Zeus, is there someone missing? I only counted 11 gods and goddesses." I asked, trying to find the answers to little things so that the main picture might actually make sense.
"We have had a slight, problem within our ranks. That is the real reason we have called you to Mount Olympus. We don't really care about a little rule being broken. Now that I mention it," he paused and snapped his fingers. Amanda disappeared.
"She's back at the camp," he explained, noticing my horrified look. "Anyway, you are the cause of all the troubles the we have been experiencing. Well, actually, its not all your fault. Most of the blame falls on your mother."
"Who is she?" I asked, hoping that I would finally learn where half of me came from.
"It's Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt." As he said that, I heard a popping sound and a young woman walked in, wearing silvery camo and sweet cargo pants.
"Did you need me Father?" she asked, ignoring the rest of the room. "I was under the impression that I was banned from Olympus until-" For some strange reason, I could not stop looking at her. This was my mother?
As if she had sensed my look, she turned to look at me.
"Mom?" I whispered, taking a step towards her.
AN2: Well, I think I'm keeping up pretty well. I'm loving the reviews and please keep them up. By the way, the reason the throne room isn't the same is because Annabeth already redesigned it. She's a speedy one, haha. Any questions?
