Ever since I was claimed as a daughter of Apollo, I brought a bow and some arrows around with me. Why wouldn't I when I knew my aim would be graced by the God of archery himself? At my thigh, a double-sided dagger resided. It was only about the size of my forearm but it would prove useful in short-range combat, just in case.

Through my whole voyage from CHB to the Empire State Building, I only came across one small hellhound. Internally, I debated within myself, it was pretty small and innocent-looking after all, right? Wrong. It spotted me, several yards away, and growled. Just as its eyes flashed red, I shot an arrow and punctured him right between the eyes. An easy defeat. Then it literally turned to dust, just like in the stories!

I sped up my pace and I before I knew it, I was safe in the Empire State Building, with floor 600 as my destination. Now that I think of it, this was kind of a pointless reason to go all the way to Olympus! Well I am here now, there's no turning back, I thought to myself.

I marched straight into Apollo's sunny mansion, quite noticeable if you ask me! Apollo and Poseidon were there, laughing their heads off!

I cleared my throat and the mansion turned was mute. The two stared at me as if I had 10 heads, then quickly looked back at each other. They were caught red-handed laughing at me, but I didn't inform them of my new-found knowledge.

"One moment, Poseidon." Apollo, the 50 foot God, walked towards me. "What's wrong," he joked and smirked knowingly. "You don't approve of your father?"

"Believe me when I say that I am more than happy but why wasn't I told this anytime during the first 15 years of my life?" I asked, slightly raising my voice. I could hear Poseidon's chuckle in the back of the room, his dear old friend had a bit of explaining to do!

"It's simple really, the same as all the mortal parents. They want to keep their powerful children safe for as long as possible. Your mother just happened to be quite good at it," he smirked. "This way please."

I followed my father as he shrunk down to mortal size. Apollo lead me to the 'backyard' of his mansion. Here I could see his workhouse, cluttered with papers of prophecies, poems and whatever else the ancient God wrote about. Apollo's sun chariot laid on the edge of Olympus, although to the mortals below the sun was simply behind a cloud. Clever... My eyes darted to his workhouse one more time, then I stared at my father, amazed.

"Well, go on!" he encouraged me. I was shocked. He wanted me to take a look at the unfinished work of a God!