When he awakened, the whispers of Lea's voice singing in his ears: "I'll cross the oceans of time to find you. I'm coming back to you, Ermís. I swear it on the River Styx."

And though he saw horrible things, like her being chased down by enemies that he could not see as she raced through what looked to be Hyperborea, he still felt the phantom press of her hands on his cheeks as she pressed her lips against his skin; his true skin and not the faux form that he wore: "I love you, Ermís. Your love awakened me from a slumber that I knew not that I had taken. I love you until the sea swallows the sun and every iteration of the universe that follows."

Drew and Annabeth were on a hill overlooking the ruins of Ancient Spártā. The weathered slope was covered with dead grass, rocks and stunted olive trees. Below, ruins stretched out for maybe a quarter of a mile: limestone blocks, a few broken walls and some tiled holes in the ground like wells. They checked the archaeology museum, then the giant metal statue of the Spartan warrior in the public square, then the National Museum of Olives and Olive Oil.

Drew pulled a handkerchief out of her purse to dab at the sweat on her forehead, turning to look around them though her fingers fiddled with the diamond D pendant on her necklace; the one that she received from Ethan. "You would think if there was a thirty-foot-tall giant around we'd see him.'

Annabeth stared at the distant shape of the Argo II floating above downtown Sparta.

'You're thinking about Percy,' Drew guessed.

Annabeth nodded as she fiddled the red coral pendant on her necklace just like Eliza had an actual pearl around her necklace.

'He seems to be adjusting,' Drew said assuringly. 'He's smiling more often. You know he cares about you more than ever.'

Annabeth sat; her face suddenly pale. 'I don't know why it's hitting me so hard all of a sudden. From the look on Octavian's face as he described what happened… about how Percy looked when he was standing at the edge of Chaos.'

'Give him time.' Drew said as she sat next to Annabeth. 'The guy is crazy about you. All of you. You've been through so much together.'

'I know ...' Annabeth's grey eyes reflected the green of the olive trees. 'It's just ... Octavian said that Bob the Titan, he warned him there would be more sacrifices ahead. I want to believe we can have a normal life someday ... But I allowed myself to hope for that last summer, after the Titan War. Then Percy disappeared for months. And yeah, Eliza and I got closer, but then Lea went missing, and Octavian's curse then Percy and Octavian fell into that pit…' A tear traced its way down her cheek. 'Drew, I can see it in my dreams. Maybe a side effect of our bond, but if you'd seen the face of the god Tartarus, all swirling darkness, devouring monsters and vaporizing them – I've never felt so helpless. That's just in my dreams, and they had to… I try not to think about it ...'

Drew took her hands in hers. "Hey, take a breath. Feel all of our emotions and then let it out. You're scared—"

'Gods, yes, I'm scared. I'm so terrified."

'You're angry.'

'At Percy for frightening me,' she said. 'At my mom for sending me on that horrible quest in Rome and for cursing Octavian's family also. At ... well, pretty much everybody. Gaia. The giants. The gods for being jerks.'

Said gods rolled their eyes.

'At me?' Drew asked.

Annabeth managed a shaky laugh. 'Yes, for being so annoyingly calm.'

'It's all a lie.'

'And for being a good friend.'

"I am the best.'

Annabeth punched her arm, but there was no force to it.

'And for having your head on straight about guys and relationships and –'

'I'm sorry. Have you met me?'

"Mm. I have met the Protector of Ill-Fated Lovers," Annabeth snickered.

"Yeah, and I was ill-fated myself."

'I'm stupid, sitting here talking about my feelings when we have a quest to finish.'

'The chained god's heartbeat can wait.' Drew smiled. "I'm your friend. Crazy considering everything before the twins, but you are one of my closest friends, okay. Remember that. I protect what's mine."

Before Annabeth could reply, a roaring sound came from the ruins. One of the stone- lined pits spewed out a three-story geyser of flames and shut off just as quickly.

'What the heck?' Drew asked.

Annabeth sighed. 'I don't know, but I have a feeling it's something we should check out.'

"Wonderful," Drew drawled, summon her bow and arrows.

Three pits lay side by side like finger holes on a recorder. Each one was perfectly round, two feet in diameter, tiled around the rim with limestone; each one plunged straight into darkness. Every few seconds, seemingly at random, one of the three pits shot a column of fire into the sky. Each time, the colour and intensity of the flames were different.

'They weren't doing this before.' Annabeth walked a wide arc around the pits. She still looked shaky and pale, but her mind was now obviously engaged in the problem at hand. 'There doesn't seem to be any pattern. The timing, the colour, the height of the fire ... I don't get it.'

'Did we activate them somehow?' Drew wondered. 'Maybe that surge of fear you felt on the hill ... Uh, I mean we both felt.'

Annabeth didn't seem to hear her. 'There must be some kind of mechanism ... a pressure plate, a proximity alarm.'

Flames shot from the middle pit. Annabeth frowned. 'That's not right. It's inconsistent. It has to follow some kind of logic.'

Drew stepped forward, eyeing the flames in interest.

"It isn't rational,' she said. 'It's emotional.'

'How can fire pits be emotional?'

Drew held her hand over the pit on the right. Instantly, flames leaped up. Drew barely had time to withdraw her fingers and she cursed as her nails steamed, ruining her manicure.

"Drew!' Annabeth ran over. 'What were you thinking?'

"Love is the main component to all emotions. Fear. Anger. Desire. Sadness. Love is there where it be from the lack of it or too much of it. The Ancients describe that when Phanes and Cupido shot their arrows, the passion and love they felt was like heat. And that's how it's described: burning describe, raging love, and fiery passion. It's all emotions in tune with the beat of our hearts, so…"

"So what we want is down there," Annabeth deduced, and Drew nodded.

"These pits are the way in. I'll have to jump.'

'Are you crazy? Even if you don't get stuck in the tube, you have no idea how deep it is.'

'You're right."

'You'll be burned alive!"

"And I'll look hot doing it.' Drew let her bow go back into its resting place. "But we do crazy things for love. I'll let you know if it's safe. Wait for my word.'

'Don't you dare,' Annabeth warned.

Drew jumped. When the space opened up around her, she tucked and rolled, absorbing most of the impact as she hit the stone floor.

Aphrodítē shrugged when they turned to her. "What? She was not lying. People do crazy things for love. Now, lets see how crazy her love is."

Árēs shrugged next when they looked at her. "You get used to it."

She gripped her pendant, and three bolts fell out; gifts from Leo. She threw them at the three bronze statues, small explosions ringing from them before she even stopped rolling.

She stood, brushing the dirt off her forms before summoning three more bolts filled with Medea's magicka and plugging the spots where the dragons once stood, and they froze over.

'Yeah!' Drew shouted.

'Thank the gods! You okay?'

'Yeah. It's a long drop, but it's safe to come down." Drew yelled back as she looked around her. The chamber was round, about the size of a helicopter pad. The walls were made of rough- hewn stone blocks chiselled with Greek inscriptions – thousands and thousands of them, like graffiti. "You want me to shoot up a grapple or do you have your own rope?"

At the far end of the room, on a stone dais, stood the human-sized bronze statue of a warrior; Enūálios, with heavy bronze chains wrapped around his body, anchoring him to the floor.

Árēs and Enuṓ shifted at the sight of him.

On either side of the statue loomed two dark doorways, ten feet high, with a gruesome stone face carved over each archway.

Annabeth didn't reply, but a few minutes later a rope dropped from the centre pit as her fingers quickly weave one together. Annabeth shimmed down, smiling proudly at her creation.

'Drew Tanaka,' she grumbled, 'that was without a doubt the dumbest risk I've ever seen anyone take, and I date a dumb risk-taker. Two of them apparently if Jason's stories about Octavian are true.'

'Thank you.' Drew nudged the nearest decapitated dragonhead with her foot. 'Though, I could have sworn that your quad was not doing poly."

"We're working on it."

"Need help from the PIFL?"

"No. And you need a better acronym."

Drew shrugged. "So, these are my Stepfather's dragons. I wonder if these were like the ones that Cadmus used to make the Spartoi."

"Let's not find out," Annabeth grimaced before turning towards the statue. 'And there's the chained god himself. Where do you think those doorways –'

Drew held up her hand. 'Do you hear that?'

The sound was like a drumbeat ... with a metallic echo.

'It's coming from inside the statue,' Drew decided. 'The heartbeat of the chained god.'

Annabeth unsheathed the sword that Drew let her borrow, leaving her dagger with her boys as a promise to return. In the dim light, her face was ghostly pale, her eyes colourless. 'I – I don't like this, Drew. We need to leave.'

'The shrine is ramping up our emotions,' Drew said. 'Enyalius is often seen as the God of soldiers and warriors. He was chained down to never leave Sparta. They chained away their fear of defeat. It's like being around Mother and my Stepfather, except this place radiates fear, not love or anger. That's why you started feeling overwhelmed on the hill. Down here, it's a thousand times stronger.'

Annabeth scanned the walls. 'Okay ... we need a plan to get the statue out. Maybe haul it up with the rope, but –'

'Wait.' Drew glanced at the snarling stone faces above the doorways. 'A shrine that radiates fear. This is for my brothers."

'Ph-phobos and Deimos.' Annabeth shivered. 'Panic and Fear. Percy met them once in Staten Island.'

"This must be their faces above the doors. This place isn't just a shrine to Enyalius. It's a temple of fear.'

Deep laughter echoed through the chamber.

On Drew's right, a giant appeared, emerging from the darkness as if he'd been camouflaged against the wall. He was small for a giant – perhaps twenty-five feet tall, which would give him enough room to swing the massive sledgehammer in his hands. His armour, his skin and his dragon-scale legs were all the colour of charcoal. Copper wires and smashed circuit boards glittered in the braids of his oil- black hair.

Mímās.

'Very good, child of Aphrodítē.' The giant smiled. 'This is indeed the Temple of Fear. And I am here to make you believers.'

Mímās raised his sledgehammer to smash them flat. At the last moment, Drew leaped to one side, tackling Annabeth.

The hammer cracked the floor, peppering Drew's back with stone shrapnel. Her parents and siblings growled.

The giant chuckled, as he hefted his sledgehammer again. 'Oh, that wasn't fair!'

'Annabeth, get up!' Drew helped her to her feet, pulling her towards the end of the room. Annabeth moved sluggishly, her eyes wide and unfocused. She wrapped her arm around her friend. "I'm here, Anna. We will get out of this."

The giant laughed. 'A child of Aphrodítē leading a child of Athḗnē! Now I've seen everything. How would you defeat me, girl? With makeup and fashion tips?'

"Oh, believe me. You could use a couple, but I think you forgot something," Drew snarled.

"What is that?"

"Die," Drew snapped, charm dripping from her lips.

Mímās stiffened.

Drew dragged Annabeth further away before slapping her. Annabeth cursed, hand to her cheek but at least her eyes cleared.

"Back with me?"

"Yeah," Annabeth nodded. "We need… we need a plan. I go left. You go right. If we –'

Drew shook her head as Mímās unfroze, shaking out his limbs before making his way over to them. "No plan. This isn't logic and strategy. This is emotions and instincts. Follow me."

The giant swung his hammer, but they dodged it easily. Drew twirled around, her sword named after Deimos in hand, and she sliced the giant's right leg off at the knee. As the giant bellowed in outrage, Drew pulled Annabeth into the nearest tunnel while Gaía rushed to heal him.

Immediately they were engulfed in total darkness.

"'Fools!' Mímās roared, now limping on his leg. 'That is the wrong way!'

'Keep moving.' Drew held tight to Annabeth's hand. 'It's fine. Come on.'

'Drew, it's like the House of Night. Remember what Percy and Octavian told us,' Annabeth said. 'We should close our eyes.'

'No!' Drew said. 'You can't hide from fear. The only way to get over it is to face head on.'

The giant's voice came from somewhere in front of them. 'Lost forever. Swallowed by the darkness.'

Annabeth froze, forcing Drew to stop, too.

'Why did we just plunge in?' Annabeth demanded. 'We're lost. We did what he wanted us to! We should have bided our time, talked to the enemy, figured out a plan. That always works!'

'Annabeth, I never ignore your advice.' Drew grimaced. "Okay, that's a lie. But we have to. This is not a place of reason and logic. You deal with facts. I deal with emotions. You can't reason your way out of them. Look at Lea. Her fatal flaw was apathy, and even she succumbed to love in the end. Your mind emotions can drive you insane unless you face them head on. He wants fear. Then we should give it to him."

The giant's laughter echoed like a detonating depth charge. 'Despair, Annabeth Chase! I am Mímās, born to slay Hḗphaistos. I am the breaker of plans, the destroyer of the well-oiled machines. Nothing goes right in my presence. Maps are misread. Devices break. Data is lost. The finest minds turn to mush!'

'I – I've faced worse than you!' Annabeth cried.

'Oh, I see!' The giant sounded much closer now. 'Are you not afraid?'

'Never!'

'Of course we're afraid,' Drew corrected. 'Terrified!'

Drew pushed Annabeth to one side just in time as the air shimmered around them.

CRASH!

Suddenly they were back in the circular room, the dim light almost blinding now. The giant stood close by, trying to yank his hammer out of the floor where he'd embedded it. Drew lunged and drove her blade into the giant's thigh.

'AROOO!' Mimas let go of the hammer and arched his back.

Drew and Annabeth scrambled behind the chained statue of Enūálios, which still pulsed with a metallic heartbeat: thump, thump, thump.

Mímās turned towards them. The wound on his leg was already closing.

"You cannot defeat me,' he growled. 'In the last war, it took two gods to bring me down. I was born to kill Hḗphaistos, and would have done so if Árēs hadn't ganged up on me as well! You should have stayed paralysed in your fear. Your death would've been quicker.'

"You were born to be a loser. Destined to die at the hands of two siblings. And do you know, this temple has four of them. My brothers, Deimos and Phobos, and my stepbrother, Enyliaos." Drew stood proudly in front of the statue, surrounded on each side by the brothers. "The Spartans came here to prepare for battle, to face their fears. Enyliaos was chained to remind them that war has consequences. His power – the spirits of battle, the makhai – should never be unleashed unless you understand how terrible they are, unless you've felt fear and overcame it. That's how you win a war when you overcome that fear.'

'You think so?' The giant's eyes glittered with amusement. He wrapped his hands around his sledgehammer and pulled it from the floor. 'A child of the love goddess lectures me about war. What do you know of the mákhai?'

"My Mother is a War Goddess, stupid. The Spartans and Tarans named her Aphrodite Areia. Greece worshipped her as The Gravedigger, the Killer of Men, the Unholy One. Cyprus named her Aphdotie with a spear. She wore full armor. She was not only what the Ionian interpretation tried to make her be. She was not only what Homer proclaimed! The secrets of marriage were hers to know just as the wonders of war! The ancient greeks bounded her in chains also, but you cannot keep her chained!"

Drew stood firmly in front of him, her sword now sheathed as she held her bow and arrows in hand.

"When the Spartan army was away from the city attacking Messene, part of the Messene army launched a counterattack against Sparta that was thwarted by the Spartan women who armed themselves and defended the city. The Spartan army, realizing their city was under siege, returned and assumed that the women were the enemy army until they stripped off their armour to reveal their identities. That was the power of my Mother! The power of our mother."

She shot arrows directly at his face.

"And when I am through with you, you will fear her as all those that reside in the heavens do."

At the sight of her actually attacking him, his eyes widened, and he stumbled backwards, cracking his head against the wall. A jagged fissure snaked upward in the stones. Dust rained from the ceiling.

'Drew, this place is unstable!' Annabeth warned. 'If we don't leave –'

'Don't think about escape!' Drew ran towards their rope, which dangled from the ceiling. She leaped as high as she could and cut it.

'Drew, have you lost your mind?'

'That hurt!' Mímās rubbed his head. 'You realize you cannot kill me without the help of a god and Árēs is not here! The next time I face that blustering idiot, I will smash him to bits. I wouldn't have had to fight him in the first place if that cowardly fool Damasen had done his job –'

Drew and Annabeth snarled. "Do not insult Damasen!'

The children were a bit… protective when Octavian and Perseus explained about the giant that apparently sacrificed himself for them.

Annabeth ran at Mímās, who barely managed to parry the blade named after Phobos with the handle of his hammer. He tried to grab Annabeth, and Drew lunged, now slashing her Deimos blade across the side of the giant's face.

'GAHHH !' Mímās staggered.

A severed pile of dreadlocks fell to the floor along with something else – a large fleshy thing lying in a pool of golden ichor.

'My ear!' Mímās wailed.

"I'm coming for your heart next bitch," Drew snapped. "We'll chain you down here!"

"That's my girl," Aphrodítē beamed.

Before he could recover his wits, Drew grabbed Annabeth's arm and together they plunged through the second doorway.

'I will bring down this chamber!' the giant thundered. 'The Earth Mother shall deliver me, but you shall be crushed!'

The floor shook. The sound of breaking stone echoed all around them.

'Drew, stop,' Annabeth begged. 'How – how are you dealing with this? The fear, the anger –'

'Because I'm angrier than it, " Drew snapped. "I'm angry. So angry. You remember how you felt up there? That's nothing compared to me. I'm pissed off. At Ethan for betraying us. At Silena for betraying us and then fucking dying instead of facing the consequences of her actions. At Lea for not being here and at the assholes who fucking took her from us."

Just the mere mention of it stoked his own rage that had been simmering and the madness that seemed within him rang its ugly head.

"At Hera for putting us on this stupid quest. At the Fates for weaving this future. The Gods for not being here to help." Her voice grew louder with each word that she spoke. "At Gaia for being the Worst Grandmother ever. At the Giants and Titans for their fucking mommy issues. At my dad for everything he put me through and his stupid wife. I'm so angry, Annabeth. And I'm not trying to control it. My anger… that's my sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?"

"Anger, Fear, and panic. The ancients believed those were the most prevalent traits of soldiers and warriors. I'm giving it all to them because I'm terrified also. I'm scared of a lot of things like the zit that's been growing on Medea's face, but she keeps using her powers to shrink it and make it fade away but only bring attention to it."

"Drew…"

"Annabeth," Drew said, placing her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Accept your fear. Accept your anger. Accept your panic. Adapt to it. You are scarily good at adaptation. Trust me. Our Mothers don't get along because they don't understand each other. Not because one's a maiden goddess. Emotions and the like? This is my sphere. You cannot reason and compartmentalize your emotions."

Annabeth took a deep breath and steeled herself. "Okay. What do we do now?"

Somewhere nearby, a wall crumbled with a sound like an artillery blast.

"My Mother is the most powerful goddess."

Aphrodítē smiled softly, eyes brimming with fondness as she gazed at her daughter.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"She spearheaded the Trojan War that led to the destruction and empire only for her to be the one that mothered an empire. Her power is so great that Zeus had to trick her in an attempt to control her. The last child of Ouranos, who was greater than the gods and the Titans. She is the eldest Olympian god. The goddess who was old even before the six children of Kronos took their first breath. Love is healing, but it's also dangerous. The most subtle and unassuming weapon there is. And My Mother controls it. She is Love. She can and has brought the gods to their knees. Rage, grief, happiness, fear, and hope? All that stems from love in some way. Take all of that and give it to my Brothers."

"Why?"

"A Mother's love is important. A son that turned his back on his mother was abhorrent to gods and to men. You read the Iliad. You saw the comments made to Ares when he chose Troy over Sparta; when he chose my Mother over his own. "

Árēs flinched at the reminder, but he relaxed when Aphrodítē placed a soothing hand on his shoulder. After all, a son's duty was to his Father that came before all others, and Ζεύς was on the side of Troy also.

"You know how many hours I spent talking Lea down from a panic attack when she accepted the fact that she had feelings? Accept your feelings. You can't control every contingency. That's what makes your bond with Percy, Eliza, and Octavian work so well. You and Tav are always trying to make plans and have been trying to account for feelings. You can't do that. You're already ahead of her. You have to let your feelings just be. Let it scare you. Trust that it'll be okay."

Annabeth shook her head. 'I don't know if I can.'

"You can. Stop thinking. Feel. You're no daughter, no sister, no lady, no friend. You're just Annabeth."

Annabeth breathed heavily, hand flexing around the sword. 'I'm good now.'

'Great, because I need your help. We're going to run out there together.'

'Then what?'

"Remember how me, Jason, and Percy got past the nymphs?"

"I think getting set on fire is counterproductive!"

"No thinking."

"Okay, " Annabeth started, sarcasm woven into her voice. "I feel like getting set on fire is counterproductive!"

"We're not the ones being set on fire. Come on!"

They ran in no particular direction and found themselves back in the shrine room, right behind Mímās. They each slashed one of his legs and brought him to his knees.

The giant howled. More chunks of stone tumbled from the ceiling.

'Weak mortals!' Mímās struggled to stand. 'No plan of yours can defeat me!'

"'That's good,' Drew said. 'Because I don't have a plan.'

She ran towards the statue of Enūálios. 'Annabeth, keep our friend occupied!'

'Oh, he's occupied!'

'GAHHHHH!'

Drew stared at the cruel bronze face of the war god. The statue thrummed with a low metallic pulse.

"My brothers… I give you a sacrifice. All of my fear. All of my panic. All of my anger. I give it all to you. I'm scared that Lea won't come back. I'm angry about the giants out there trying to destroy my Mother and Apollon and Hyakinthos, and the rest of our siblings, even Eros and I don't even like him. Hermes. Ares. One of us is going to die. We don't know and I'm scared to lose any of you.

At the feet of Enūálios, she set her cornucopia and the glittering D pendant that Ethan had given her; it was one of her most prized possessions for all that she hated the dark history with it.

"Annabeth! What do you give them?"

"My mom abandoned me. My dad abandoned me. Luke abandoned me. Thalia left me. I've been so angry for so long. I'm tired. I don't want it anymore. I give it all to the twin sons of Aphrodite."

She rolled away from Mímās, moving in the direction of Drew and the statue.

The giant followed her.

"I'm terrified. I hate doing this. I hate confronting my emotions like this. I'm reason and thought, but I accept that it's necessary. "

At the last moment, Mímās tried aiming for Drew, but Annabeth cut straight through his arm as Drew swung her blade and took off the bronze statue's head.

'No!' Mímās yelled.

Flames roared up from the statue's severed neck, swirling around Drew and covering the entirety of the room so much that the flames were spewing above ground through the stone- lined pits.

Enūálios emerged from within the flames, standing within the shadows of the room.

Drew held out her arms and the mákhai made her the centre of their whirlwind. The flames vanished into the necklace taking the cornucopia, and the chained statue of Enaluios crumbled into dust.

'Foolish girl! ' Mímās charged her, Annabeth at his heels. 'The Mákhai have abandoned you!'

"No," Drew declared. "They've abandoned you."

Mímās raised his hammer, but he'd forgotten about her earlier words. Her Mother was a Goddess of War, and that meant… he was dealing with two children of battle.

The girls attacked him with prejudice, slicing each and every way. They fought him in a way that showed the years of their camaraderie as their respective best friends were twins and they were friends in their own right. Drew went up and Annabeth went down. The child of Athḗnē went left and the daughter of Aphrodítē went right.

In the end, Drew stood upon the dais where Enūálios' statue had resided, switching out to her bow and arrow.

"This is from me and all my siblings, divine and mortal, " the Champion of Apóllōn said. "Die."

She took the shot.

And Mímās was blasted backward, crashing directly into the path of Enūálios' sword as it pierced through his heart. The giant's cry was cut short. His body went still, then he disintegrated into a twenty-foot pile of ash.

Annabeth stared at Drew who was staring at Enūálios. 'What just happened?'

"He got jumped by another group of siblings and their friend."

'Drew, you were amazing—"

"I know."

"Shut up, but those fiery spirits you released –'

'The makhai.'

'How does that help us find the cure we're looking for?'

'I don't know. They said I could summon them when the time comes. Maybe Artemis and Apollon can explain –'

A section of the wall calved like a glacier.

Annabeth stumbled and almost slipped on the giant's severed ear. ' We need to get out of here. '

"I'm working on it,' Drew said, though her eyes never left the god who placed a finger to his lips before disappearing deeper into the shadows.

'And, uh, I think this ear is your spoil of war.'

"It goes with literally none of my outfits.'

"Would make a lovely shield.'

'Shut up, Chase. ' Drew stared at the second doorway, which still had the face of Fear above it.

"Thank you, brothers, for helping to kill the giant. I need one more favour – an escape. And, believe me, I am properly terrified. I offer you this, uh, lovely ear as a sacrifice. You can use it as a shield.'

The twins snickered from where they sat beside their parents before Deimos waved his hand, and a section of the wall peeled away as Enūálios flashed upon the mountain. There was a moment of silence before Harmoníā cried, throwing herself at her brother and the twins dogpiled them both. Enuṓ and Árēs beamed as they made their way over.

The room collapsed around the two demigods as they plunged into the dark which was a good thing. It gave them time to watch as on the other screen; the Alkyonides surrounded the ship with Magnus and the other demidivine.

WORD COUNT: 4993

THINGS TO KNOW:

1) Enūálios in Greek mythology is generally a son of Árēs by Enuṓ.

1B) His name also serves as an epithet which honestly, a lot of gods names double as epithets.

COMMENTS FROM THE AUTHOR:

1) The relationship that everyone tries to play on Aphrodítē and Ártemis makes more sense for Aphrodítē and Athḗnē.

1A) Aphrodítē and Ártemis' domains cross paths. They work together.

1B) While Athḗnē and Aphrodítē are both war goddesses, Aphrodítē works more so alongside Árēs and her children.

1C) Aphrodítē is instinct. Athḗnē is rationale.

1D) Some scholars believed that the version of Aphrodítē that was seen in the Iliad was a deliberate choice to assert the Ionian interpretation of Aphrodítē, which did not portray the goddess with warlike aspects, as the "correct" version.

1E) But again, in the Hymn to Hērmês, they speak of the complexity of the gods so even then it was just another side of her.