The world spun in the shadows of light.

Hermês couldn't have told you what happened. One moment he had been flying above Dubai, making a trip to Hong Kong to deliver a package to Aeëtes when something just knocked him out of the sky. It wasn't an attack. He knew that for sure and it took him a few moments to realize what it was exactly.

Someone managed to disrupt his connection to Leaneíras.

He had turned on his feet immediately to get back to where he had listen seen her, track her down, and then flay them alive before flying down the Underworld to pummel the offender into paste before braving the terrain of Tartara and throwing them into the embrace of Khaeos.

It was going to hurt immensely and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

He had only managed to get back into the air when he was surrounded on all sides. All his siblings stared coolly back at him. Apollôn and Athênê stood side by side directly in front of him. Arês and Enyô were at his left. Hêphaistos and Dionysos at his right. Atê and Kairos raised a brow at him from behind. Aphroditê floated above him on her chariot with all the jock-heads she called kids at her side. Hēraklēs and his sons stood a little further behind Apollôn and Athênê with Britomartis.

Hermês had no time for this. They were keeping him from his beloved. He narrowed his eyes at them, shifting on his feet. All of them fell into position. Hermês had only been outran twice in his entire life. Once by Apollôn and another by Apemosyne. They could not catch him if they tried. Still, it was always funny to see them fall for his tricks. Mártha and Geōrgios hissed from around his kērū́keion as it began to glow. He smiled sharply, step back into a spin. He could hear the unspoken spell as they lurched forward: Let those who gaze upon this light. Know misery and anger. And fight, fight, fight!

Immediately, Aphroditê jumped from her chariot. Her fist slammed into Kairos' face. The younger god was sent flying. Arês and Enyô threw themselves at Alexiárēs and Aníkētos. Hermês flew above them as Apollôn and Athênê met each other blow for blow. Dionysos and Hêphaistos teamed up against Hēraklēs while Harmonia threw herself at Atê. Antérōs and Himeros fought against their own brothers, Deimos and Phoibos while Erôs shot arrows of pure lead at those that neared his parents and siblings.

He took a moment to grab his own sons, Hermaphroditos and Hēdylógos, and send them home before he carried on. Did they believe that they could capture him? Him, the god of tricks and trickeries. Him, the god of craft. He, the cheat. He, the god stealth. He was the known to words of man as the most cunning, the treacherous, and the schemer. He was the Prince of Robbers, a named bestow upon him by Apollôn himself. He could not be captured. Even when Artemis tied him up the previous year, he could have and would have escaped if not for Apollôn's immediate distraction in the form of Leaneíras. And while they were distracted, he took flight once more, racing to his beloved side, knowing that the others would not be able to catch him once the spell wore off.

Hermês was the deified trickster. His worship known and found across the lands. HA! He would cast every spell and pull every trick that he could if it meant getting to her. She needed him. He knew that she did.

And yet, seconds that seemed like hours had passed when he found himself being pulled from the air and thrusted into the back seat of Apollôn's car. His elder brother had a fading bruise on his right cheek and a scar around his head like a wreath that was already healing. Apollôn gave him a nasty glare as the car flew on auto-pilot. He and Huákinthos set about washing the blood out of his hair. "Was that really necessary, Kyllenios?"

"How did you break the spell," he asked instead. He could escape even his brother knew that the car could not hold him even if the child locks were on, but Apollôn was heading in the direction Maine so he might as well get comfortable.

"If you must know, Artemis called for me." His brother sniffed, checking his reflection in the mirror and letting the cloth in his hand burn as he focused back on the pathway in front of him. Hermês made a mental note that summonings could knock people out of the trance. "The others are still fighting. When I was leaving Athênê and Aphroditê were teaming up against Arês. I do not doubt that Father would be calling for them to stand before him as he sent us to retrieve you lest they destroy half the world in their fight."

Hermês refused to be guilty about that. They were trying to keep him away from his blessing; she who was his god-given right!

Huákinthos turned to him with a sly smile, "It has been two years, Ermís, and still know little of your khaos-blessed. He leaned his head on one hand while his other was grasped into Apollôn's hand. His lavender-shaded eyes were soft and Hermês could see how so many people had fallen for him. (He also knew that it was for this reason that Apollôn was happy that he was his blessing and knew that his brother lorded it over Boreas and Zephyros and Huákinthos turned a blind eye to that.)

"What do you want to know?"

"Whatever you want to tell me."

"Well," Hermês mused. "She's going to fit right in with the rest of the family. I won't lie. It hasn't been easy getting to know her. She's reluctant to talk about herself, but when she does... Listening to her talk is like listening to an impromptu song from Apollôn and the Mousai. She liked learning about any and everything and yet, doesn't care about any of it. She's so beautiful and that irritates me because I know other people think the same." He recalled her words from the dance. A booking site. Ha! He'd crashed it every time and kill any one that was not him that signed up. "Having her gaze on me makes me feel invincible and vulnerable all at the same time." His voice trailed off as he thought his blessing. There was a little desperation within as he tried to push at whatever was blocking her from him. He knew that she wasn't dead. Being a Khthonioi god made it easier for him to know that she had not joined those that dwelled in Haidês' home.

When he emerged from his thoughts, he was a bit startled to see that they were beginning to descend upon Westover Hall. He could see Artemis and her hunters lingering on the ground. The two demigods that Leaneíras had been there for were also there. With but a glance, he could see the blessing of Artemis that weaved itself around the girl while the boy looked away from her stubbornly. As they began descend, he found himself thrown out of the car as it quickly transformed into Apollôn's red convertible Maserati Spyder. Hermês and Huákinthos shared a grimace, knowing that he was going to draw forth the persona that kept anyone from looking too closely to find any weakness. (It wasn't as if the two of them plus his Mother and Sister and Asklêpios were not his biggest most glaring weaknesses.)

As Apollôn parked, Hermês landed at its side, eyes finding his elder sister's immediately. Her eyes held a bit of sympathy and righteous rage within them. He knew that he could count on her above anyone that would stand at his side to find Leaneíras. He found the same look in the eyes of Dáphnē as she made her way to Artemis' side.

Apollôn and Huákinthos stepped out of the car, wide smiles on their faces. Huákinthos quickly approached Dáphnē, giving her a tight hug while ignoring the glares of the Hunters before stepping away until he was back at Apollôn's side.

"Wow," Hermês could hear his youngest sibling, Thalia, muttered. "Apollo is hot."

A smirk flittered onto the aforementioned god and Huákinthos' face quickly before disappearing back into their charming smiles.

"He's the sun god," Perseus said. Hermês would have found this amusing if it weren't for the fact that Leaneíras was missing and she wasn't there to with a teasing quip to give her brother.

"That's not what I meant."

"Little sister!" Apollôn called as he approached their elder sibling. Pained annoyance flashed in her eyes. She, too, hated this persona, but she knew her brother better than most and just went along with the antics. "What's up? You never call. You never write. I was getting worried!"

Artemis sighed. They were all on a four way Iris-Message the night before with Dionysos as the god of wine gave note of supplies that the campers would need if the Great Prophecy was really underway. It was not like they had not had scares before even without children from the sons of Kronos. "I'm fine, Apollôn. And I am not your little sister."

"Hey, I was born first."

"We're twins! How many millennia do we have to argue—" And she also helped birthed him.

"So what's up?" he interrupted. "Got the girls with you, I see. You all need some tips on archery?"

Artemis grit her teeth. "I need a favor. I have some hunting to do, alone. I need you to take my companions to Camp Half-Blood."

"Sure, sis!" Then he raised his hands in a stop everything gesture. "I feel a haiku coming on."

The Hunters all groaned and privately, Hermês agreed. The persona asked for the most ridiculous haikus as if he hadn't bore witness to the kinds that he slipped into his conversations with Huákinthos just to see his lover flush.

He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically and Huákinthos raised a hand to snicker behind.

"Green grass breaks through snow.

Artemis pleads for my help.

I am so cool."

He grinned at them, waiting for applause. Huákinthos obliged, pulling out a mini flag with Apollôn's face on it to wave around.

Dorks, both of them. They were literally made for each other, khaos-marks notwithstanding.

"That last line was only four syllables," Artemis said.

Apollôn frowned as if he didn't know. "Was it?"

"Yes. What about I am so big-headed?"

"No, no, that's six syllables. Hmm." He started muttering to himself.

Zoë Nightshade turned to the others. "Lord Apollo has been going through this haiku phase ever since he visited Japan. 'Tis not as bad as the time he visited Limerick. If I'd had to hear one more poem that started with, There once was a goddess from Sparta—"

With their attention on the nymph, none of them saw the way that amusement flashed in Apollôn's eyes.

"I've got it!" Apollôn announced. "I am so awesome. That's five syllables!" He bowed, looking very pleased with himself. Huákinthos cheered, pulling out a foam finger with Apollôn's face on it. Hermês was quite impressed with his dedication to the bit. "And now, sis. Transportation for the Hunters, you say? Good timing. I was just about ready to roll."

"These demigods will also need a ride," Artemis said, pointing to them. "Some of Kheirôn's campers."

"No problem!" Apollôn checked them out. "Let's see... Thalia, right? I've heard all about you."

Thalia blushed. "Hi, Lord Apollo."

"Zeus's girl, yes? Makes you my half sister. Used to be a tree, didn't you? Glad you're back. I hate it when pretty girls turn into trees. Man, I remember one time—"

Dáphnē snorted. "Not all of us want to be wooed, Apollôn."

"I don't know," Huákinthos mused, a charming smile on his face. "It worked out very well for me."

Hermês inwardly laugh in the recess of his mind. It's like he had forgotten that Hermês had spent months delivering love letters between the two before the Moirai finally brought him to Olympos.

"Brother," Artemis interrupted as Apollôn turned to comment. "You should get going."

"Oh, right." Then he looked at Perseus, and his eyes narrowed. "Percy Jackson?"

"Yeah. I mean... yes, sir."

Apollôn studied him, but he didn't say anything. Hermês figured that only he and Artemis noted the way his eyes flashed gold and glazed over a bit. He made the reminder to ask his brother what he foresaw.

"Well!" Apollôn said at last. "We'd better load up, huh? Ride only goes one way—west. And if you miss it, you miss it."

"Cool car," the younger boy that they came to rescue said.

"Thanks, kid," Apollôn said. Hermês turned his attention to Perseus as the boy walked over to him.

"Yes," the god asked as he stopped in front of him. "What happened?"

"Lea... she," the boy struggled to put the words into form. "Dr. Thorn tried to attack us and Annabeth jumped on its back. Lea cast a spell that made them switch places with her."

It took a considerable amount of patience (and the fact that he was not in the mood to deal with Athênê's whining nor Father's scolding) to keep him from evicting Annabeth from the world.

A calming breath was the only sign of his aggression and his eyes slipped closed. He still couldn't feel her, but one thing he did know was that Thorn had better find a way to vanquish himself. Hermês was not going to rest until he turned the manticore from an Is to a Was.

(Arês would love that leathery, spiky tail as a christmas gift.)

"Can you sense her," Perseus asked.

"No," he gritted and took care to keep his eyes away from the boy. There was no need to drown with the full force of his wrath and divinity. "But I will find her soon enough."

And may the heavens have mercy on those that stole her away from him.

"Brother," Artemis chided, and Hermês tuned back into the conversation around them. Dáphnē was playfully scowling whereas Huákinthos had turned around as if no one could hear the small chuckles he gave nor his shaking shoulders. "You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters. And you do not call them sweetheart."

Apollôn spread his hands. "Sorry. I forgot. Hey, sis, where are you off to, anyway?"

"Hunting," Artemis said. "It's none of your business."

"I'll find out. I see all. Know all."

Artemis snorted. "Just drop them off, Apollôn. And no messing around!"

"No, no! I never mess around."

Artemis rolled her eyes, then looked at her Hunters and the mortals. "I will see you by winter solstice. Zoë, you are in charge of the Hunters. Do well. Do as I would do."

Zoë straightened. "Yes, my lady."

Artemis turned to look at him and Hermês found a part of himself soothing at the protective rage that he could see in his elder sister's eyes (his favorite sister, but he'd never tell the others that).

I will find her, her gaze seemed to say. I will make them pay for this. And when I have them at my feet begging for mercy, I will step aside so that you can tell them what real pain is.

He was paraphrasing a bit, but he knew that's what she meant with a bit more creative licenses. He gave her a nod back even though they both knew he was going to try to track her another way.

Leaneíras need him and he needed her like mortals needed air to breath.

Artemis knelt and touched the ground as if looking for tracks. When she rose, she looked troubled. "So much danger. The beast must be found." She sprinted toward the woods and melted into the snow and shadows.

Apollôn turned and grinned, jangling the car keys on his finger. "So," he said. "Who wants to drive?"

The Hunters piled into the van and Hermês blinked as he realized the maserati had turned into a van. They all crammed into the back so they'd be as far away as possible from Apollo and the rest of us highly infectious males, the girl they rescued that clearly Artemis' new recruit sat with them, leaving her little brother to hang in the front with the others. The boy didn't even seem to mind and Hermês looked over him... he could sense something a little necro about him. That touch of death that lingered on the children of the Underworld.

"This is so cool!" The boy said, jumping up and down in the driver's seat. "Is this really the sun? I thought Helios and Selene were the sun and moon gods. How come sometimes it's them and sometimes it's you and Artemis?"

"Downsizing," Apollôn said. "The Romans started it. They couldn't afford all those temple sacrifices, so they laid off Hêlios and Selênê and folded their duties into our job descriptions. My sis got the moon. I got the sun. It was pretty annoying at first, but at least I got this cool car."

Hermês took that as his cue to leave. It also gave him an idea. There were plenty children at the roman camp that could help him locate his blessing. As he rose into the air, he turned towards Perseus once more. "Take care of how you inform her friends," he told the boy. "Drew has a temper and ambitions to rival her Mother and with Ethan and Alabaster at her sides... they could destroy everything for her."

Perseus gave him a look that was halfway still in the shock and pain of losing his sister (it reminded Hermês greatly of the loss look that Leaneíras had worn when she had believed him to be missing). There was also a stubbornness in his eyes that reminded him of his sister and Father greatly and stated that he saw nothing wrong with whatever the trio would have planned when they found out. He only hoped that it was not another decade-long war.

"Brother," Apollôn called before he could fly away. Hermês looked at him. The god of healing walked over to him. A part of Hermês wanted to lift himself further into the air once he saw that his brother was taller than him even as he floated in the air. The elder god reached up to brush a few strands of hair from his face and leaned closer to press a kiss to his forehead. He always did prefer to take on a pseudo-father role towards him, protecting him from any that may cause him harm. Their own Father found it incredibly amusing and took much joy in their friendship on the occasion lamenting that he wished he and his own brothers were the same. "Be careful, Tater tot. Search for your answers, but let not the thought leave your mind that this may be a trap for you."

His blessing. His son. He'd have to be naïve to not see how they could be attempting to draw him out.

"I swear it," he murmured, shooting into the sky before anything else could hold him back.


Lea shivered, rubbing her hands together to create some type of warmth. "Ball of fire, ball of flame, gather for me bright and plain," she muttered. A few sparks appeared before failing. Kirkê had told her that she wouldn't have much success with the spell considering that her mageia was more water-based. She had apparently need to train to actually with sea-witches if she wanted any success.

And while she could acknowledge that she wasn't that good to utilize the spell, there was something wrong about wherever that perverted over-grown porcupine dropped her off at. She had already tried five transportation spells, but all had failed. There was a dense fog around her that seemed almost alive, thinning in areas as if it were leading her somewhere.

"Hermês," she called out, placing a hand to her chest hoping to catch the god's attention through their mark. "Ermis?" She paused in place as she concentrated on the mark. There was nothing there. It was as if... as if it was never there to begin with. If she wasn't so worried about perverts, she'd take her shirt off to see if the damn thing was still there. She pulled her cardigan tighter around her as she continued up the hill.

She was going to make manticore soup after she got away from wherever she was.

She blinked when she made it to what she thought was the top or at least, it was a cave at the top. There old broken greek columns of black marble - maybe Corinthian? Drew had said that Poseidôn was one of Ancient Corinth's two patron gods. They were scattered around like a scene from Godzilla.

"Thorn!" Lea yelled. "Where are you? Why did you bring me here?" She was going to tear the whole place apart with her bare hands if she was walking into some kind of orgy for furries. She scrambled over a section of broken wall and came to the crest of the hill.

She gasped before a bright smile appeared on her face.

There was Luke. And he was in pain.

He was crumpled on the rocky ground, trying to rise. The blackness seemed to be thicker around him, fog swirling hungrily. His clothes were in tatters and his face was scratched and drenched with sweat, "Leaneira!" he called. "Help me! Please!"

She laughed as she walked over to him. "Help you?" she asked. "After what you did to my brother, you think I'm going to help you?"

"I..." He gritted his teeth, a sheen of tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry. You were right."

Lea raised a brow.

"They were using me," he chuckled brokenly before moaning in pain. "Then they left me." He looked up at her with shining eyes. "Please. It's killing me."

"Good," she snapped. "Maybe you can feel the same pain that Percy felt when your pet scorpion poisoned him."

"Please," he murmured, brokenly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Tears streamed down his face and Lea shifted in discomfort. "Please. I just... I want my dad." Lea blinked, unable to believe what she was hearing. That had to be a lie. "You said he didn't give up on me. Please. Help me. I want to try again."

"I would rather pluck my eyes out where I stand," she grumbled even as the darkness above Luke began to crumble, like a cavern roof in an earthquake. Huge chunks of black rock began falling. Lea threw her hands out, a green shield sputtering above her as she moved to his side. A crack appeared above her and the whole ceiling dropped. She held it somehow—tons of rock as the shield faded out and she bit back a scream of pain. She kept it from collapsing on her and Luke just with her own strength.

She felt like Atlas holding the... no way. Was she holding the sky? That... that should be scientifically impossible. (Oh gods, what if flat-earthers were right? Holy shit.)

Luke rolled free, gasping. "Thanks," he managed.

Gods, she was an idiot.

"Fucker," Lea groaned.

Luke caught his breath. His face was covered in grime and sweat. He rose unsteadily.

"I knew I could count on you." He began to walk away as the trembling blackness threatened to crush Lea.

"HELP ME!" she pleaded.

"Oh, don't worry," Luke said. "Your help is on the way. It's all part of the plan. In the meantime, try not to die."

"You better hope this kills me," she sneered. "Because what doesn't kill me might make me kill you."

"You can try," he laughed.

She growled, eyes flashing before another idea came to her. She turned her attention into herself. "Audi vocem meu. Audi vocem meu. Audi vocem meu. Audi vocem meu," she chanted repeatedly in her head concentrating on Percy. The spell allowed communication other people from at unknown distances using two like objects. She focused the attention on her and Percy's eyes. She would have tried the mind link spell, but after everything that Dionysos and Kirkê went through to rid the empathy link that Grover had accidentally connected her to... well she wasn't taking the chances.

(Rich people were fucking disgusting. Caviar was so damn nasty. She almost downed a bottle of listerine like it was liquor to get the taste out of her mouth.)

"That will not work," an eerily familiar voice called out to her. The ceiling of darkness began to crumble again, pushing Lea against the ground. She raised her head as best as she could, gaping in disbelief.

A sharp sting of betrayal slapped her in the face as a familiar figure approached her. "Trent," she muttered, groaning under the weight of the rocks. "What are you doing here?" She prayed that Luke didn't target him and Medea for their association to Lea. She would kill him if he did.

He only looked back at her blankly, "What do you think?"

Lea knew what she thought, but she desperately wanted it to not be true. "How... how could you? After everything we've been through?" He was one of her best friends. When she got sick during the second semester at Yancy Academy and threw up on him, he walked her down to the nurse's office, covered in vomit and stayed with the entire time until the nausea past enough for her to get to her dorm unhampered. He wrote her letters after letters after the entire stolen master bolt thing. He gave her a customized set of tarot cards as a gag gift even if he didn't know she was magically-inclined. He was one of her best friends.

Trent looked away, eyes slipping close. "I'm sorry, Lea. I really am."

"Does our friendship mean nothing to you," Lea groaned as whatever it was pressed down on her. Did that mean... was Medea in on this also?

"This is about more than just you and me, Leaneira. I hope you understand that."

"I understand that you're a fucking liar. I trusted you!"

"Lea."

"No," she yelled. "You don't get to call me that."

"Lea," he continued. "Please. Be reasonable. We're trying to do what's right so other kids don't have to grow up like us."

"You ain't got more sense than God gave a billy goat," she sneered. "I told you before back when we first met that I don't tolerate all this snake shit."

He flinched away before schooling his features. "Lea, listen to me. We can do this right. And this way you won't be groomed into loving Hermes." She recoiled. He thought that the god was grooming her? Ha! If only he knew the truth. "You could be with whoever you want to be with and he could stay with his wife and kids and stop chasing after you."

"That has nothing to do with me," Lea snarled as she strained. In an abstract way of thinking, she could imagine every one of her organs were shutting down like someone was walking through her nerve system and hitting the off switch. "He wants to leave his wife play house. Motherfucker, this isn't disney." Her eyes flashed with mageia before spluttering away as she groaned in pain.

"You're right," Luke murmured suddenly as he stepped closer to her. Lea shot a glare at him. "And he won't be getting his fairytale ending either." He patted her cheek as he smiled almost friendly at her. "But to drive that point home, I found this nifty little incantation. How did it go," he mused, tapping his chin before snapping his finger. "That's right. It went like this: Vos omnes ministri odey et destructiones et seratore discorde. Et qui libiter opera facitis et tractibus, quod eat noce. Vos conjurae idec nos conjuo et odit fiat mier alve, Leaneíras."

Lea blinked, tilting her head to the side. "Was that suppose to do something?"

"No," Trent muttered. "He's not strong enough for that spell, but I'm strong enough to do this..." He cradled her face in his hands, leaning into her space and mutter: "Bind her hands, tie her tongue, permit her mind to spell-cast none." A cloud of smoke... of mist blew into her face and Lea screamed as it felt like chains with snapping into place all around her. Her eyes cried blood and her heart filled with iron. Nausea swept over her. Sweat poured from her veins. She didn't know what hurt most, the binding or the ceiling.

Or maybe...

The pain in her heart as she watched her best friend turn his back on her and leave her all alone.


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WORDS TO KNOW:

Hermês Maiados Huios - Hermês Son of Maia

Theoi tou Grymnastikoi - Gods of the gymnasium, athletics, and the Games. Hermês was their leader.

Hermês Khthonios - Hermês Of The Nether World

Hermês Agônios - Hermês, who presides over all kinds of solemn contests.

Hermês Promakhos - Hermês, the Champion

Atlantiades - Hermês was this, because his mother, Maia was the daughter of Atlas.

Kyllenios - a surname of Hermês, which he derived from mount Kyllene in Arkadia, where he was born

The Deities Named that Most Don't Know:

1. Hēdylógos - An erote. God of Sweet-Talk and Flattery Unnamed Parents but Headcanon: Peithô and Hermês

2. Atê - The eldest daughter of Ζεύς, no mother mentioned Goddess of mischief, delusion, ruin

3. Himeros - An erote. God of Sexual Desire son of Aphroditê and Arês

4. Alexiárēs and Aníkētos - Sons of Hēraklēs and Hêbê Guarded the Gates of Olympos.

5. Britomartis - Virgin Goddess of Hunting-, Fishing- and Fowling-Nets Daughter of Ζεύς and Karme

i. Rick makes her a former Hunter of Artemis. That's true. She was a good friend to Artemis. She's the one that actually purified Apollôn after he killed Python.

ii. However, Rick implies that she used to be part of the Cretan pantheon of gods and that she survived by befriending Artemis and becoming a Greek goddess. When Britomartis ascended into godhood, she was worshipped in both pantheons and Artemis joined the worship of the Cretan pantheon because of the friendship.

iii. Most of the Cretan pantheon of gods were Greek gods either way. The worship was mainly different though. Like back in the Mycenaean civilization, Poseidôn was the chief deity which you know would make since the Mycenaean culture was heavily sea-dependent, but that's a story for another day.

iv. Also, she became a goddess after she ran away from Minos and jumped into the sea to escape him. I can see Artemis, Ζεύς, Poseidôn, Apollôn, and Pasiphaë all playing a part in making her a goddess. They had a habit of turning people into gods if they jumped into the sea.

Things to Know:

1) Apemosyne, was a Cretan princess as the daughter of King Katreus of Crete, the son of Minos. After receiving a prophecy that stated one of his siblings would kill their Father, her brother took her and fled to Rhodes. There, Hermês fell in love with Apemosyne, but Apemosyne fled from him. Hermês could not catch her, because she ran faster than him. On her way back from a spring, Apemosyne slipped on freshly skinned hides that Hermês had laid across her path. Hermês then caught and raped her. The world's first speed bump! Later, when Apemosyne told her brother what had happened, he became angry, thinking that she was lying about being molested by the god. In his anger, he kicked her to death.

2) In the first Olympic games, Apollôn defeated Arês and became the victor in wrestling. He outran Hermês in the race and won first place.

3) Apollôn divides months into summer and winter. He rides on the back of a swan to the land of the Hyperboreans during the winter months, and the absence of warmth in winter is due to his departure. During his absence, Delphi was under the care of Dionysos, and no prophecies were given during winters.

Comments from the Author:

This ending was the original ending for Soulmates are Muses

It's not stated, mainly because it's not relevant to the plot, but Bianca met her soulmate in the Lotus Hotel.

Fun Fact: Zoë was originally going to be Hēraklēs' soulmate. There were going to be parallels that came from Zoë/Hēraklēs and Thalia/Luke, but I decided against it.

And of course, the spells brought to you today are from CHARMED and the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina: The Teenage Witch