Even before Ariadne opened her eyes, she knew that her day was going to go to Tartarus.

It started with the fact she could no longer feel the silk sheets that her beloved kept on his bed. The woodstock water bell that he kept in the room (because it reminded him of her) was no longer chiming. She couldn't hear the giggling of the nymphs that helped around the temple.

What she could hear was the sound of a river not too far from her. That was actually another big clue that something was wrong. The temple that the two of them slept in had been at least two miles away from any rivers. [After so many surprise visits from her father after everything while her beloved's hand was between her legs tossed out the idea of any waterside lovemaking.]

The next thing that she realized was the sun shining on her skin. While she was used to the burning heat brewing under skin, this was different. She was also so far from a morning person that Cabin 7 and 11 and the gods learned the consequences the hard way about waking her before a reasonable time. Chiron, himself, had given up on waking her in time for breakfast after one too many visits ended with him being on the wrong side of Stormsurge. Her beloved had been thoroughly threatened at sword point himself to never open the drapes in his temple before high noon if he ever wanted to touch her again.

And the last clue was hearing the familiar sound of her twin brother grunting and cursing as he awoke. She was certain that she had paid 5 drachmas to cover with their mother and stepfather as she snuck out to find comfort in the arms of her beloved. [She hadn't been able to get the sight of golden eyes and rows of fangs in an opening maw out her nightmares.]

And considering how her own relationship ended with Ariadne's father, Sally Jackson heavily disapproved of her relationship alongside her stepfather. Not that they had any right to. Still, if it weren't for the fact that her brother clearly adored the two of them, (and yeah, there was some love there on Ariadne's side) she would show them exactly why she was called the next Kymplomeia.

Despite all of this, Ariadne was still hesitant to open her eyes. It hadn't been too long after the end of the Second Titanomachy. She was tired. She was hurt. She was grieving. She made it to sixteen against all odds just as the prophecy stated.

[But at what cost?]

She had been planning to do what Luke suggested when she first made it to camp; she was going to sit back and let someone else handle everything. Ariadne had been running headfirst into everything since she could walk. She and Percy had done their best to pick up the slack and keep their mother from worry. [Considering that they had fought in a war, they hadn't succeeded that well.] She had been so close to becoming an eventual housewife with all the skills she learned cleaning up after Gamy Gabe and the Gabettes; and there were the etiquette classes that she learned at her school.

If Ariadne was being honest, finding out that she was a demigod had been the best thing for her. The sea does not like to be restrain; her father had once told her that. Being a demigod set her free. It gave her a purpose in life.

Taking a deep breath, Ariadne opened her eyes.

Beautiful.

Just one word. That was the only thing she could think of as she took in the sight before her. Despite how brightly it shined; the sun was still not far in the sky. She wanted to call out; Apollo would know what was going on. But-something stopped her. Her brows furrowed as she looked around. Everywhere Apollo's sun shined seemingly glowed with the divine light and reached towards the sky.

The pure beauty of it all made her want to weep. There was a freshness in the air that she only felt when she sat near the Golden Fleece at camp. Her lungs nearly burned at the crispness of it. [She remembered how Apollo tutted at the pollution in the air and that his essence was fighting a constant battle to rid her body of it. ]

She looked down when she felt something wet touch her hand. It was a small doe snuggling into her side. She hesitantly rubbed her hand over it.

Casting another glance around her, her breath caught in her throat. It was like something out of her dreams. It was almost like a home from the disney movies. There were beds and chairs. Freshwater flowed from the river that were only a few steps away from her. She could sense the flow moving into what seemed like the halfway marking of the grove where nature turned to stone. There was a cave that wasn't too different from Apollo's new oracle's dwellings facing them.

Ariadne's heart pounded harshly within her chest.

She couldn't remember if she had seen anything more beautiful. [And she had seen her stepmother's garden, she had seen Aphrodite's garden, and she had seen Olympus' gardens.]

She blinked owlishly as the realization washed over her that the thrice-damned mist was no longer around. The constant buzzing that rain around her ears had faded away. The only she could hear was the sound of nature waxing poetry with every breeze.

As she sat up, Ariadne's mind raced away from her as she tried desperately tried to take in all the details around her. Longing and nostalgia swirled within her. This-she had wanted this. Curled into the embrace of her beloved, he swept her away to a place similar to this hidden within Delos' trees. He had stated that he wished she accepted immortality. He had wanted to build a home with her there. [But she had never been in the business of leaving her brother behind. Percy always came first.]

Percy was untangling himself from his little girlfriend, Annabeth Chase. She watched silently as he froze in place. He was gaping as he took in the place surrounding him. [She could admit that it was something out of a satyr's wet dream.]

Not too far away from the two of them, Ariadne's best friend, Clarisse La Rue, was still cuddled into the arms of her boyfriend, Chris Rodriguez. As they slowly awaken, she caught side of the sight of her other two friends, Travis and Connor Stoll. The two of them were using Aladdin backpacks as pillows. Travis was leaning over Connor as if to protect him. [Remembering the way Luke had relentlessly tortured Connor within his dreams; she wholeheartedly believed that was what Travis was doing.]

Her cousin, Thalia, was barely visible from underneath the bush she was sleeping under. Though, that may be because of her friend, Katie Gardener, lying above in her a nest of twigs and leaves. Even in her sleep, nature bent to her will. Ariadne watched with bated breath as a small bunny hopped into the area before landing on Apollo's oracle, Rachel Dare. The redhead sighed in contentment as she cuddled the animal like a stuffed toy. And to her immense surprise, her younger cousin, Nico di Angelo, was lying in the arms of her dear friend, Will Solace. The two of them were lying in the shade of a tree where little streams of sunlight shone through the leaves.

Ariadne's gaze trailed back to her brother. As a pair of emerald, green eyes connected with a matching pair of sapphire blue eyes, they understood exactly what happened.


Lying at the foot of their father's throne, Riptide was sticking out of Percy's stomach. That shouldn't have been possible. He bore Achilles' curse. His skin was impenetrable. [But what belong to the sea always returned to the sea.] He was holding onto life out of pure spite, the power of the sea flowing through the throne, and Apollo's essence flowing through Ariadne desperately healing them through their shared life string.

Ariadne and Luke- Kronos exchanged blows quicker than the eye could see. Swipe after swipe and blow after blow, neither let up. Chase sat at the base of her mother's throne, crying and pleading for them to stop. Whether she was screeching at Ariadne or Luke, no one could be sure. A part of her doubted that the girl knew herself. Grover was leaning over the girl slightly, elevating her foot while the two continued to battle. Ariadne and Luke-Kronos' duel took them in circles around the throne room.

The child of sea may have not bear Achilles' curse in the way that the titan and her brother did, but since the age of thirteen, Apollo's essence burned within her blood. The self-healing she gained was a wondorous advantage. Luke Kronos could barely make wounds on her body before they were healing over.

Everything came to head when she kicked him far away from her. She managed to give herself some breathing room. Watching with bated breath, she took note of those golden eyes flickering blue. Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest when she remembered that this was Luke that she was fighting. Luke, who had been like an older brother to her since the day she crossed camp borders. Luke had been the one that could see the bloodlust in her eyes and the storm in her soul. He trained with her, helping her control it. The one whom she battled with fiercely after her claiming as she could hear the sea calling out to her in a way she had previously ignored. Luke had been the one to introduce her to her best friends. He had given her Clarisse and Silena.

Her heart hardened as she remembered that just like he gave her Silena... he took her away also. She promised Hermes to save him... she promised, but she didn't think it was a promise worth keeping anymore.

Sobbing drew their attention from where the two silently glared at each other. Chase [because of course it was] stared at them with large, sorrowful eyes. Ariadne took the moment to ease closer to her brother's side. She crouched down beside him, whispering assurances to him as she recapped Riptide. Hands glowing immediately to heal his wounds.

Blood trickled from the corner of Chase's mouth. Luke [or was he back to Kronos] looked at her silently. She croaked, "Family, Luke. You promised." In her hands was the dagger she carried with her everywhere.

Luke... Kronos?... stared at the knife in Chase's hand, the blood on her face. "Promise." Then he gasped like he couldn't get air. "Annabeth . . ." But it wasn't the Titan's voice. It was Luke's. He stumbled forward like he couldn't control his own body. "You're bleeding. . .." He gasped again. "He's changing. Help. He's . . . he's almost ready. He won't need my body anymore. Please-"

Ariadne's eyes narrowed as she stood protectively in front of her brother. It sounded like a load of Minotaur dung to her. She fixed her grip on her blade even as Chase slid the dagger over to her. Ariadne didn't even look down when she felt it hit her shoe.

"The knife, Ariadne," Chase muttered. Her breath was shallow. "Hero . . . cursed blade . . ."

Luke turned and collapsed, clutching his ruined hands. "Please, Aria . . ."

Ariadne wanted to cry. She knew just what they were suggesting, but-She remembered the look in her godly best friend's face. Hermes loved and cherished Luke. Even now as he was the literal host to the Titan Lord, Hermes could never see any flaw in his son.

She promised him that she would try to bring Luke back. That she would make him see sense. That she would save him.

But she had also promised Luke after he tried to kill her... after he tried to kill Percy that the next time, they saw each other on the battlefield that it would be her blade that ends him.

The emotions swirled through her like a hurricane, and she fixed her stance to attack.

Luke seemed to know what she was thinking. He moistened his lips. "You can't . . . can't do it yourself. He'll break my control. He'll defend himself. Only my hand. I know where. I can . . . can keep him controlled."

Raising the knife to attack, she paused. She looked at Chase, at Grover, at Percy. And she finally understood what Rachel had tried to tell him.

The line from the great prophecy echoed in her head: A hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap.

A small watery smile fell upon her lips as she gave the knife to Luke. "You had always been my hero," she muttered as she watched Luke grasp the hilt and stab himself.

It felt like years had passed as a roar echoed through the room. Ariadne was flung into her father's throne, cracking her head harshly on the stone as the power of Kronos began to burn out of Luke. The twins stiffened when that heavy feeling focused on them.

"You have made an enemy, godlings. When you feel that you have reach peace, you will feel my curse."


The twins had been on guard in the weeks afterwards. Nightmares plagued their mind from the war. Both woke drenched in sweat as they remembered the lives of their loved ones. (Golden eyes, acid-stained features, the power of love breaking through the air) The Second Great Prophecy certainty didn't help their mental states as they worried over it.

They knew, deep within their souls, that Percy was a part of that prophecy. [Just as they knew that while Ariadne carried the Tidalwave... the sea's prophecy had not chosen her... not yet.]

The others called them paranoid. They were told that they were still feeling the effects of war. In a way, they were right. Ariadne knew for certain that the gods were still fighting against stragglers from Kronos' army. The twins had been encouraged to mourn their losses, and to enjoy the thought that they could finally just be kids.

So, they did.

Finding out that Percy and Chase had finally gotten together, Ariadne nearly burst into tears. Years of tension between the two had her nearly considering joining the Hunt if it meant to get away from it. [She was not considered maiden anymore, but she was sure that they could work something out. Virginity was a social construct after all.]

But-

Ariadne hadn't wasted a second to storm her way into Olympus, filled with desperation and love as she flew into Apollo's embrace. She had spent years despising the god of sun, hating the feeling of his power brewing under her skin, before she realized that she couldn't live without him.

Life was too short, and a demigod's life was shorter. She had to give it her all or nothing. And he was her everything.

But now?

Now...they knew they shouldn't have listened to anyone.

As the others began to fully awake, the twins only had eyes for each other. Something within the two of them healed over even as a loathing that they had never felt before burned under their skin as Thalia, Nico, and Katie drew closer. The jealousy and hatred that had faded away came back with vengeance within Ariadne's very soul as Chase drew closer. She and Percy both flinched away from each other when she sat beside him. Katie, whom never had any issue with Nico, sat far away from him as possible as their powers seemed to battle each other through the air. Low growls rumbled through the chests of Clarisse and Chase as they eyed each other. Even Will and Rachel felt a burning annoyance for the twins as they drew closer to the group.

The only three who weren't affected were the sons of Hermes. Travis and Connor both moved on either side of Ariadne, and she could feel the power of Hermes running through her. (In their time, America did manage to confuse his symbol with the rod of Asclepius. In short, Hermes tended to have very minor healing powers and she could feel the confusing feelings and power strain in her blood calm down.)

Eves never leaving her brother, she knew he drew the same conclusion as she. With a wry smile twisting on her lips, she said, "Well, boys. We're not in Kansas anymore."


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Comments from the Author:

1) As the summary states, this is a rewrite of the series. I didn't like my writing style in the original, and I skimped on details that I had really wanted to include to finish it quicker. With this rewrite will be a rewrite of The Ocean's Offspring also. And there will be two different versions of the third book, one that follows the original plot and the other that follows the rewritten plot.

2) There will be introductions into characters we didn't see in the original version. I did a lot of research for these updated chapters, so some new characters and new details will be added in.

3) There will now be a distinction between half-bloods and demi-gods. Half-bloods are just mortal children of the gods. The classification for them all. Demi-gods are the mortal children that have divine powers. ex: lightning, healing, hydrokinesis. A subtype. It doesn't make them better nor worse. It just means that they have powers. They don't get any special treatment other than lessons in control. If people treat them differently, its because those people are assholes and suckups. It has nothing to do with the kids.

4) I will be using the romanized versions of the gods' translated names. You'll notice that the way the names are spelled changes in later chapters as the group settles more and more into the timeline.

5) There may also be little tidbits in the later chapters more than anything that hints at other stories within the seaverse. The seaverse being (Ariadne, Livia, Semelē and Leaneíras' stories.)

6) Shameless promo: Be on the lookout for over pressure: the rewrite of surface pressure and make love, not war: a Drew and Octavian-centric HoO rewrite has begun posting. siblings of swords: the rewrite of the ocean's offspring will come after over pressure.

7) Someone pointed out in The Sea Twin's that it focused more on Ariadne... it will be the same here and then I will switch the focus to Percy in the sequel.

8) And again, if someone claims that you can't make a timeline. Don't listen to them. It's very easy especially if you go by Hesiod and Homer and I was able to construct a reliable timeline just from backtracking the Trojan War using the Spartan Kings. Anything from a roman poet or a poet that wrote while under the roman empire does not hold any weight for me even if they were greek. That's mainly because a Roman is not going to be trusted on a topic about Greece. And for the greek born into the Imperial Roman era, well, the education would be heavily influenced by both cultures but leaning more heavily towards a roman way of thinking. I actually own copies of the Iliad, the Odyssey and Theogony, so I can pull from there, but I use theoi/com and wikipedia and I know wikipedia isn't all that reliable, so I go through a multitude of sources to fact check. I'm not really a big fan of Plato, but the line about Aphrodítē comes from The Symposium. You'll find me using other poets like Ovid, Virgil, and Nónnos if I want to add drama or something that they proclaim resonated with me and the story that I'm weaving.

Now I will use Virgil's Aeneid, when it deals with Ancient Rome, and I may pull things from Ovid but that's rare. The Aeneid was written to be similar to the Odyssey whereas Ovid's metamorphoses were written for entertainment value and as a mockery to those that worshipped the gods that somehow gets treated as fact. (See: Medusa's story because Hesiod details a different account.) I may use some of Kallimachos' writings, but he came after Homer and Hesiod and so those two will be who I focus on.

However, in this version, things have been changed, taken out, and/or rewritten quickly. You'll see me writing their names how they were translated from Ancient Greek. You'll see more of the myths, and after using ... It is very easy and if anyone tells you that you can't get a timeline because most of it were from different regions or orally spoken... I'm telling you: They are lying. It is easy and depends on what myths that you acknowledge.