Percy was in his room, reading the Cambridge Guide to Greek mythology.

"Woah, seaweed brain. I'm impressed you're reading," Annabeth said, looking at him approvingly.

Percy grimaced.

The book soon flew across the room as Percy let out a frustrated growl.

Both mother and daughter turned to glare at him, opening their mouths to surely insult him, but the screen playing didn't allow them to.

He paced around the room as if he had ants in his shirt. He stared at the book lying on the floor until he sighed and picked it up, heading towards the door.

"At least you're trying," Reyna said with a gentle smile.

Percy just smiled back, grateful.

He went down to the teachers' office, where most were empty and dark, but one door, specifically Mr. Brunner's office, was ajar and letting light spill into the hallway.

Percy was three steps away from entering the door when he heard voices inside, quickly deciding to hide behind it to listen.

"Nosy," Kiara scolded Percy.

He stuck his tongue out in response.

"Don't listen to her, Perce," Connor said with a mischievous grin.

Travis nodded.

"Yeah, Percy, we're proud of you."

"...worried about Percy, sir."

Percy stood still, not even blinking after hearing his name come from his best friend's lips.

"It's horrible to hear your friends talk about you with an adult," Alicia said, looking sadly at the son of Poseidon.

"Finally, someone who understands me," Percy murmured, looking with curiosity and excitement at Henrik and Kiara's cousin.

The twins watched between Percy and their cousin with cautious looks.

"Calm down, Grover," Kiara said, trying to soothe the satyr as she noticed his growing anxiety.

However, he ignored her.

"...alone this summer," Grover continued. "I mean, a kindly one in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too..."

"Kiki's right, Grov," Thalia intervened, scolding the satyr. "You should take things more calmly."

"I told you not to call me that, Pinecone Face," Kiara protested angrily.

Percy started shaking his head.

"No, uh. Find your own nickname, that one's mine."

Thalia looked at them with disdain, her fingers sparking with electricity.

"Sorry, but there are so many that this was the first one that came to mind," the tribrid mocked.

Thalia was about to defend herself, but Annabeth and Luke stopped her with a discreet shake of their heads. Zeus's daughter exhaled deeply to calm herself and decided to ignore Percy and Kiara, who were still engrossed in their nickname dispute.

Although she deeply hated yielding to Apollo's daughter, what had happened a few months ago had taught her not to provoke her.

"Actually, Grover is right. If we keep ignoring it, we'll put him in more danger and..." Kiara began to say, but the centaur interrupted her, making her glare at him.

"He loves interrupting me," Kiara commented to her brother and parents.

"We would only make matters worse by rushing him and you know it, Kiara," Brunner insisted. "We need the boy to mature more."

Percy moved a little closer, looking for a spot where he could observe the three people talking about him better.

"But he may not have time. The summer solstice deadline..." Grover continued insisting.

Kiara tensed slightly, glancing subtly towards the door while twitching her nose, as if trying to catch a scent.

She noticed a shadow behind the door and flashed a sly smile.

"You knew he was there?" Grover asked, confused.

"Of course, my sense of smell is incredible, and Percy's scent is too strong," Kiara replied nonchalantly.

"Why didn't you warn us?" Grover insisted.

Kiara looked at him as if he were stupid.

"Okay, I get it," said the satyr.

"Will have to be resolved without him. Meanwhile, you two will let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can," he finished saying.

Kiara abruptly stood up from the chair, causing the centaur to sigh wearily, as if he had aged a thousand years.

"He saw her, Chiron," Kiara said, almost shouting in anger. "And not only did he see her, he also fought with her, remember? Of course you do, after all, you were the one who gave him the sword."

"You are so disrespectful," Athena said, looking at her niece with disdain.

"Ask me if I care," the demigoddess responded, challenging her with her gaze.

All the gods looked between the two women with exhaustion, unfortunately used to their fights.

Percy let out a sound, which he quickly stifled by covering his mouth with both hands.

Chiron and Grover turned towards the door with curiosity. Seeing that there was nothing there, they looked back at Kiara, whose expression had changed from anger to calm in a matter of seconds.

Grover looked at her as if asking for permission to speak, to which Kiara nodded indifferently, moving nimbly around the room until she was near the door.

"I almost died trying not to breathe so I wouldn't attract your attention, and now it turns out your plan was for me to notice," Percy complained.

"Oh, don't be ungrateful," Kiara mocked, aware of the state Percy was in that day.

"Sir, I... I can't fail in my duties again." said the satyr, visibly emotional. "You know what that would mean."

"You didn't fail, Grover," murmured Thalia with a soft smile directed at her friend.

Grover returned the smile and nodded, feeling at peace with the matter.

"You haven't failed, Grover," replied Brunner kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was."

"He's right, Grov," Kiara said, rejoining the conversation. "We all let our guard down, but that won't happen again," she finished, smiling softly at the satyr.

Percy dropped the mythology book from his hands, interrupting Kiara, who closed her eyes in despair.

Chiron looked around, alert.

"They've found you," Leo complained with feigned sadness.

"Don't worry," Percy said with a smile. "They didn't."

Percy slowly backed down the hallway, entering one of the offices.

The shadow of two people and something much taller than Brunner in a wheelchair appeared in the hallway. Percy pressed his head against the glass, trying to get a better look.

He frowned as he noticed a bow on Kiara's back that shone like the sun, while Mr. Brunner held a similar one, though it didn't shine like his friend's.

"Your bow is amazing," Kayla said, smiling dreamily, as if wishing she had one like it.

"Thanks, lil sis. It was a gift from someone special," Kiara replied, smiling softly as she saw that Kayla no longer looked at her with fear.

Apollo and Artemis frowned, noticing the demigoddess's bow for the first time in years.

"I didn't give it to you," Apollo commented, looking at his daughter with curiosity.

"Neither did I," Artemis said, earning mocking looks from the other gods, as everyone knew that the goddess of hunt would rather have a lover than give something to her niece.

"Then who...?" Apollo tried to ask, but Hecate interrupted him.

"You'll find out later, now be quiet," the goddess reprimanded, not noticing the darkened look from her granddaughter.

"Nothing," Brunner murmured. "My nerves haven't been right since the winter solstice. What about you, Kiara? Did you sense anything?"

Apollo's daughter pretended to look around and sniff the air before shaking her head.

"No, it was nothing," she responded to the centaur's questions before disappearing down the hallway.

"You love disappearing, don't you?" Luke said to Kiara, with a half-smile.

"Didn't bite your tongue, did you?" Apollo's daughter replied mockingly.

Klaus let out a low laugh, watching his daughter and Luke with amusement.

"Hey," Grover said to Percy, entering the room. "You going to be ready for this test?"

But Percy didn't answer, ignoring him.

"You look awful," he continued, frowning with concern. "Is everything okay?"

"Just... tired," he replied, turning away to hide his expression from Grover.

"Tired of eavesdropping on other people's conversations," Hestia said with a playful smile.

Percy's cheeks turned red at the scolding from his favorite aunt.

The next morning, before Percy left the classroom, Mr. Brunner called him.

"Percy," he said, "don't be discouraged about leaving Yancy. It's... it's for the best."

"Oh no," Silena said sadly.

Luke, Clarisse, and other demigods chuckled softly, already knowing how terrible Chiron's words of comfort could be.

"What is it?" Aphrodite asked her daughter.

"Nothing, mother. It's just that Chiron is about to give Percy a talk," Silena replied.

"And what is wrong with that?" Poseidon asked no one in particular.

"That his words of help suck," Percy said with a dejected expression.

"Percy..." Poseidon warned.

"Chiron can be good at many things, but when it comes to giving emotional support, he's awful," Kiara intervened, joining the conversation. "He always does the same with everyone; Percy's just being honest."

Apollo frowned.

"I suppose I forgot to teach him that," said the god regretfully.

His tone was kind, but his words were embarrassing. Kiara, who was beside Chiron handing in her exam, tried to get his attention to make him stop, but he didn't notice her. Like always.

"Okay, sir," Percy said, trying to ignore Nancy Bobofit's taunts.

"Is that girl alive?" Thalia asked suddenly.

Percy nodded, though with some doubt.

"Why do you ask?"

"To kill her," replied the daughter of Zeus.

"Thalia!" Jason reprimanded his sister, looking at her in astonishment.

"Oh, come on. She deserves it," said the demigoddess, trying to convince her younger brother, but he kept shaking his head.

" I mean..." she rocked her chair back and forth, as if unsure of what she wanted to express. "This isn't the right place for you. It was only a matter of time."

"Oh, honey. That must have been hard to hear," said Hayley, looking at Percy with pity but in a motherly way. Something about her reminded him of his own mother.

"It was, but I know he didn't mean it in a bad way," Percy replied, trying to be polite.

Percy's cheeks reddened as he began to pick at the skin around his nails. Kiara, noticing this, stood beside him, trying to block the students from hearing anything.

"You're a great friend to him," Henrik whispered to his sister, grateful that she cared for him even after his death.

Kiara just smiled, uncomfortable but trying not to show it.

"Right," Percy said, trembling.

Chiron looked at him, confused by his tone, and noticing the boy's state, shook his head.

"No, no," he said. "Oh, confound it all. What I'm trying to say... you're not normal, Percy. This is nothing to be..."

But Percy left before Brunner could finish, accidentally bumping into Kiara in the process. She looked at him with pity as he walked away.

"Damn," Leo murmured. "I would've cried myself to sleep if someone told me that."

Piper kicked him, discreetly pointing to the son of Poseidon, who looked uncomfortable.

"It's okay, Dad. I've gotten over it," Percy said, trying to calm his father as he sensed the change in the atmosphere.

"No, you haven't," Poseidon reprimanded him. "We'll talk about this later, son," the god finished, signaling Hecate to continue and divert attention away from his son.

Percy, Kiara, and Grover were on the bus heading to the city. While Kiara looked out the window with her headphones on, Grover nervously watched all the passengers, which caught Percy's attention.

"Looking for kindly ones?" Percy asked suddenly, making Grover jump and catching Kiara's attention, who quickly took off her headphones and glared at them for interrupting her.

"Aren't electronics supposed to be dangerous?" Drew asked curiously and with a hint of envy.

Kiara shrugged.

"They are, but mine are enchanted not to attract monsters."

The demigods stared at her without blinking before exploding.

"And why the hell don't you give us one of those?" asked an angry Ares demigod.

"Because we've never coexisted, idiot," the tribrid replied with a sharp tone.

"Oh, come on, Kiara. Get over it," Clarisse said, downplaying how they had treated her in the past.

"Screw you," Kiara muttered under her breath, ignoring her.

"That's not fair," Leo said, pouting. "I want one too."

Kiara's expression softened.

"Don't worry, Sparky. I gave you some in the future."

The son of Hephaestus blinked slowly, then smiled excitedly and looked mockingly at the other demigods who were frowning.

"That's why you're my favorite sunshine daughter," the demigod said, looking at her flirtatiously.

Kiara smirked and shook her head.

"I'm the only daughter of Apollo you've ever hung out with, dumbass."

"Claro, claro," Leo replied, not caring about the two glares burning into the back of his neck.

"What-what do you mean?" Grover asked, making Kiara look at him curiously because of his stutter.

She turned to Percy for explanations, and he quickly spilled the beans, telling them he had overheard them talking to Brunner the night before the exam.

"Wow, Jackson. I didn't know you were such a nosy old lady," Kiara teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"You need to stop teasing Percy about everything," Henrik scolded his sister.

Kiara rolled her eyes at her twin brother's dramatics.

"Look, Percy," Grover began, shivering. "I was just worried for you, see? I mean, hallucinating about demon math teachers..."

Kiara tried not to laugh at Percy's bewildered expression.

"Grover, you don't have to lie anymore. Percy just confessed he heard everything," the demigoddess said softly.

Off-screen, everyone laughed at the satyr, whose cheeks turned red from the teasing.

"Grover, you're a really, really bad liar." Percy said with a half-smile.

The satyr's ears turned red as he pulled a grimy card from his shirt pocket.

"Just take this, okay? In case you need me..." Kiara cleared her throat, staring at the satyr intently. "In case you need us this summer."

"Sometimes I forget you're a protector too," Katie said, grimacing.

Some demigods nodded in agreement with Katie's words.

"You always do," Kiara replied dismissively.

"Why would I need you?" Percy asked rudely.

Kiara looked at him unimpressed, rolling her eyes and ignoring the conversation.

"That was rude," Henrik scolded Percy, who blushed with embarrassment.

"I know, I know. But I later apologized," the son of Poseidon responded, looking down.

Grover visibly swallowed.

"Look, Percy, the truth is that I...I kind of have to protect you."

Percy raised his eyebrows, curious and a bit mocking.

"You? Protect me?" he asked his friend.

"It's okay, Percy," Grover reassured him, seeing that Percy seemed ready to apologize for his behavior. "You were starting to get desperate, it's not your fault."

Percy nodded, although he still felt bad, and the disapproving looks from Hermes and Dionysus didn't help at all.

Before Grover could respond, the bus screeched to a halt, and black, acrid smoke began to pour out from the dashboard. The driver, cursing loudly, got off the vehicle and started banging on and fiddling with the engine.

After a few minutes, he announced that everyone had to get off, causing groans from the mortals and a very grumpy Kiara.

"That's why I hate damn public transportation," she complained as she got off the bus, followed by Percy and Grover.

"The princess can't stand being among so many commoners," Lizzie mocked her half-sister along with Allison.

But Kiara paid them no attention, more focused on a non-verbal conversation between Percy, Grover, and herself, all three remembering what was about to happen.

All the bus passengers found themselves on an ordinary road. Percy looked around, starting to feel uneasy from the heat, until his gaze settled across the road, where there was a fruit stand.

There were no customers, just three old ladies sitting in rocking chairs under the shade of a maple tree, knitting a pair of socks the size of a large foot.

"Did you encounter the Fates?" Poseidon asked in a somber tone.

Although they knew the Moirai were the reason they were there, most couldn't help but be surprised... and some even scared, because the fact that Poseidon's son had seen them only meant one thing, and it wasn't good.

"I wasn't the only one, Dad..." Percy responded quietly, knowing he would be ignored.

Poseidon took a deep breath and looked at his wife, who watched him with pity and shook her head.

The one on the right was knitting one, the one on the left the other, and the one in the middle held a huge basket of electric blue yarn that, under the sun, seemed to sparkle with golden flecks.

"You're so screwed," Clarisse said, not even mocking, looking at Percy as if he were a dead man.

Apollo glanced surreptitiously at his daughter, who avoided his gaze and quietly moved next to Luke, who kissed her hair and hugged her tightly.

Percy frowned, noticing how the old ladies seemed to stare at him without blinking. He turned to Kiara and Grover, who looked extremely pale.

"Guys?" he asked, but got no response. "Hey..."

"Tell me they're not looking at you," Grover said in a plaintive tone. "They are, aren't they?"

"Yeah. Weird, huh?" Percy responded casually. "You think those socks would fit me?"

"This is no time for jokes, Perseus," Poseidon scolded his son.

Percy frowned angrily.

"Give me a break. I didn't even know who they were," the demigod complained, ignoring his father, who looked between his wife and his brothers in astonishment at such disrespect from his own son.

"Not funny, Percy. Not funny at all," the satyr reprimanded him.

The old lady in the middle suddenly pulled out a huge pair of scissors, gold and silver, long-blades, like shears.

"You're dead, Jackson," Clarisse remarked, earning a dirty look from Percy.

Grover held his breath.

"We're getting on the bus," the satyr said to Percy. "Come on."

"What?" Percy replied. "It's a thousand degrees in there."

"Just get on the bus, kid," Hestia urged, as if Percy could hear her from the screen.

Her siblings watched her amused.

"Come on!"

Percy followed Grover, but neither of them noticed that Kiara had stayed in the same spot, as if glued to the ground.

"What are you...? Ugh," Apollo complained, glaring at his daughter. "This is no time to try and figure out what's happening, Kiara."

"I couldn't move," Kiara responded softly, hoping only her dad would hear her, but it wasn't the case, and she earned puzzled looks.

Kiara was mesmerized by the three old ladies, whose whispers in her ear grew louder and louder. The old ladies stopped looking at Percy and turned to the demigoddess with sadistic smiles on their faces.

"I take it back," Clarisse said with a mocking smile. "You're so screwed, Mikaelson."

"Go to tartarus, La Rue," Kiara responded, determined to ignore what was about to happen for the sake of her mental health.

In a blink, the middle old lady cut the thread, and the snap of the scissors echoed loudly despite the noise of the four-lane traffic. Kiara snapped out of her trance, her eyes filling with tears as she staggered.

No one said a word, all too shocked and curious to know if that was really Kiara Mikaelson's thread.

"Was that your...?" Michael began, but stopped when his sister shook her head, not saying a word.

"It's okay, it's okay. That's good," Silena whispered, still uneasy about what had just happened.

The gods exchanged glances among themselves and then discreetly directed their gaze towards Kiara, who was avoiding eye contact with all of them.

Grover appeared behind Kiara, looking at her with concern and guiding her back to the bus that was about to depart.

"Thank you," Apollo and Klaus whispered to the satyr at the same time, trying not to interrupt the others who were watching the screen.

The satyr nodded gently, with a tired smile.

He guided Kiara to a three-seater, placing her between himself and Percy, trying to protect her.

Percy watched them with curiosity, but his expression changed to concern when Kiara began coughing heavily, drawing the attention of some passengers.

"Kie..." Percy murmured fearfully as he saw his friend start to cry and her cough only grew stronger.

Off the screen, Kiara also began coughing, alerting everyone present who quickly stood up, frightened.

Apollo and Klaus knelt in front of their daughter, with Apollo trying to heal whatever was affecting her.

"I'm..." her voice broke as she covered her mouth, trying not to cough. "I'm fine, Dad."

Her words only made everyone look at her with worry and pity, fearing the worst.

"It doesn't seem like it," scolded the god, turning his gaze to Hecate, who was approaching with a small glass bottle towards her granddaughter.

The goddess, with a look, indicated that she wanted them to give her granddaughter some space.

"Here, child. Drink this," the goddess said, tilting the bottle towards the tribrid's lips, who drank without protest. In the end, she grimaced at the horrible taste but nodded slightly in thanks.

Apollo, noticing that his daughter was starting to calm down in Luke's arms, turned furiously towards his cousin.

"What was that?" the god asked, almost shouting. "Why did it affect her so much?"

Artemis and Hermes looked at him with pity.

Meanwhile, Hecate remained silent, measuring her words before speaking, but her lack of response only enraged the sun god further.

"Mother..." Klaus warned angrily, looking between Apollo and his daughter.

"I'm still not sure," the goddess responded honestly, earning disapproving looks from the originals and some demigods.

"What do you mean you're still not sure?" Apollo insisted, trying to calm his tone but failing.

"Brother, keep it calm," Artemis said in a serene voice. However, Apollo ignored her, keeping his gaze fixed on Hecate, waiting for an answer.

"I'm not," the goddess replied irritably. "My only theory is that the intense emotions experienced by the Kiara on the screen are also felt by the Kiara here, as we just witnessed," Hecate explained, still worried.

If her theory was correct, and Kiara had been affected by the strong emotions of her past self, it could only mean that the other demigods would be too, completely changing the rules of the game.

"Are you ready to continue?" Luke whispered to his girlfriend, stroking her hair with a tenderness that seemed to defy time.

Some demigods watched the scene with furrowed brows, contemplating a version of Luke they had never known, a shadow of the former camp leader.

"Yes, of course," Kiara responded, sitting up quickly, only to stop. "Uh... I think I'd better stay lying down," she murmured, bringing a hand to her head as she lay back down on Luke.

Some smiled as they saw her recovering. Hecate nodded and reactivated the screen.

"I'm... I'm fine," Kiara stammered, her voice broken by nausea. Noticing the inquisitive looks, she snapped her fingers and suddenly no one was paying attention to them.

Percy frowned, watching Kiara with growing curiosity.

Everyone turned their worried gazes towards the demigoddess, only to find her with her eyes closed, deeply asleep.

"It's better that she's asleep," Percy murmured, his tone laden with concern.

Henrik watched him intently.

"Why?" the original inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity and concern for his sister.

Everyone turned to the son of Poseidon, waiting for his response, including Luke.

"Because what is about to happen to her won't be pleasant," Grover replied instead of Percy, his voice filled with palpable fear.

The daughter of Apollo suddenly seemed to run out of air, her hands clutching her throat in a desperate gesture, and soon she began retching, as if trying to expel something trapped in her mouth.

Grover let out a pitiful sound and looked at Percy, both paralyzed by the horrifying situation their friend was in.

Kiara stirred in Luke's arms, drawing anxious looks from her family, but quickly calmed when the son of Hermes began whispering in her ear, his words penetrating even in her deep sleep.

"Grover!" Percy shouted at the satyr, a mix of concern and urgency in his voice. "What the hell is happening to her?"

"I don't know!" Grover shouted with the same desperation, clutching his head.

Kiara stopped retching, which momentarily relieved Percy and Grover, until she brought a hand to her mouth and spat out something.

Percy and Grover grimaced and looked away, unable to bear the sight.

"Ewww," Aphrodite complained, with disgust.

Kiara slowly moved her hand away from her mouth, her eyes wide with horror as she looked at her hand. A viscous liquid mixed with blood dripped, and a thread seemed to intertwine with the substance.
The demigoddess's hand visibly trembled.

"What the hell is that?" Aphrodite complained, disgusted but also with a hint of concern for the girl she helped raise.

Hera, Demeter, and Hestia were equally perplexed, not understanding what was happening to their little girl.

"Did you ever find out why she threw up that?" Eros asked Percy and Grover, trying to hide his unease.

Percy and Grover shook their heads.

"She always avoided the topic," Grover replied to the god in a plaintive tone.

Eros nodded and exchanged looks with Thanatos and his mother, who seemed to be starting to understand Kiara's situation.

"When is she going to wake up?" Klaus asked his mother suddenly, visibly anxious.

"What makes you think I know?" the goddess responded with another question.

Apollo and Henrik gave her dirty looks.

"Okay, okay. Maybe in a few minutes..." the goddess said, grimacing. "Or maybe hours."

With her other hand, she pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and quickly wiped it clean, still trembling and unable to look at her two best friends.

"What aren't you telling me?" Percy asked suddenly, casting worried glances at Kiara. "And why did you get so sick all of a sudden? Did the school food make you sick?"

Kiara let out a small laugh, looking Percy in the eyes. He watched her with pity, noticing that the bright eyes he loved so much had dimmed, and everything about her seemed to be at its worst.

For the first time, Kiara Mikaelson looked terrible.

"It looks like she got hit by a truck," Henrik said sadly. "Poor little sister."

"Stop calling me little sister. I was born first, you idiot," Kiara's voice resonated in the room again, making everyone look at her with relief.

"Oh, good. You're back, little sis," Henrik teased, smiling at his sister.

Kiara glared at him but said nothing.

"Percy, did you notice anything at the fruit stand?" Kiara asked bluntly.

Percy looked at her, clearly puzzled.

"Are you talking about the creepy old ladies?" he asked, and seeing Grover and Kiara nod, his eyes lit up with sudden understanding. "They're like Mrs. Dodds, aren't they?"

"Much worse, little fish. They're a complete plague," Kiara commented, resuming her passive-aggressive remarks.

Both protectors nodded slowly, but from their expressions, Percy seemed to decipher that they were even worse than Mrs. Dodds.

"This is not happening," Grover suddenly murmured, starting to nibble on his thumb. "I don't want this to be like the last time."

Kiara sighed wearily.

"I'm glad you got over that," Kiara said to the satyr, who smiled, unsure whether to be offended or grateful for the compliment.

"What last time?" Percy asked, confused.

But neither Grover nor Kiara responded, causing Percy to growl in frustration at being ignored.

"It's not cool, dude," Percy said. "You always ignore my questions."

"Always eighth grade. They never get past eighth," the satyr whined until Kiara gave him a pat on the head.

"Calm down, Grover. You're going to drive him crazy," Kiara scolded, nodding towards Percy, who was looking between them with a twitch in his eye.

"The origin of Percy Jackson's villain story begins with Grover Underwood and Kiara Mikaelson ignoring his questions," Thalia said mockingly, like a radio announcer.

Most of the demigods laughed at the daughter of Zeus's remark.

"What are you talking about?" Percy asked, bewildered.

"Let us walk you home. Promise me," the satyr whispered.

Percy looked at him strangely but promised anyway.

Offscreen, both protectors glared at him, remembering.

Percy smiled at them innocently.

"Grover," Percy said before they had to get off the bus. "The snipping of the yarn. The one that the old lady cut in front of Kiara... does it mean someone is going to die?"

Kiara averted her gaze, cracking her knuckles anxiously, while Grover looked like he had already picked out the flowers for Percy's coffin.

"Alright, let's take a break and then we'll come back," Hecate announced to everyone before making the screen disappear along with herself.

The others shrugged and left the room, some in small groups discussing what they had seen, while others expressed their hunger with Hestia and Demeter following closely behind.

Apollo approached Kiara, who sighed with stress upon seeing him.

"Dad, I don't think..." she started but stopped when Apollo took her arm and brought them to Delos in the blink of an eye.

Kiara looked around and cursed under her breath.

"Now you're going to tell me what in my name is going on," he demanded.

Sooo... I discovered Wattpad doesn't have a word limit, which I wasn't aware of, and that's why I shortened the last chapter, but that will change. From now on, the chapters will be longer because this time I'm not going to hold back the inspiration like I did before.

I hope you like it and please,
COMMENT! <3