Being kidnapped is the opposite of fun. Being kidnapped and thrown thousands of years in the past is even worse.
The gods and a group of heroes from the future are trapped on Olympus for the foreseeable future. That is until they have watched event...
For the first time in a millennia Mount Olympus was quiet.
All of the gods' thrones were empty except for Zeus, Hera, and Athena. The King and Queen of the gods were silently ignoring one another while Athena sat quietly reading a text on new ways to build infrastructure.
The peace was quickly taken away though when the rest of the Olympians, Hades, and Hestia all suddenly appeared.
Zeus immediately takes this opportunity to freak out. Yelling, he said, "What is the meaning of this?!" None of the gods have an answer for him, but even if they did, they couldn't say anything due to more people popping into the throne room.
Poseidon was surprised to see his wife, Amphitrite, and two of his sons, Theseus and Triton, but he greeted them all lovingly nonetheless.
Zeus continued his yelling and only stopped because a bright light that could rival Apollo's work had everyone covering their eyes.
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Maristela Jackson had been on her way trying to sneak back into Camp Half-Blood when she was suddenly engulfed in a bright white light.
The next time she opened her eyes she was being landed on and crushed by several teenage bodies. One particularly hard collision with her head had her yelling in protest. With a hand on resting on her left temple she said, "Son of a bitch! Whose bony ass just gave me a concussion?"
Maristela had slowly made her way to her feet as she kept a hand on her throbbing head. However, what she didn't notice was the people in the group that had fallen on her.
Since she hadn't been at camp the other demigods had all wondered where the daughter of the sea god was. Now that they saw her in the flesh, most of them jumped at the opportunity to tackle her in a hug.
In doing so they all fell to the floor. Once again crushing Maristela.
It took them a minute or two, but the large group of demigods eventually made it so they were standing once more.
Stepping only a foot or so away from the daughter of Poseidon, Nico di Angelo observed the girl in front of him.
She was wearing a white spaghetti-strap crop top, jean shorts, a green short-sleeve button up that she left unbuttoned, black platform boots, a couple gold necklaces, and she had sunglasses tucked into the front of her shirt.
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What made him squint his eyes in suspicion though was the small abnormalities in Maristela's appearance. Her ponytail wasn't slicked back, it was haphazard and slightly frizzy. Her eyeliner wasn't as sharp as Riptide, it was smudged at the edges. The icing on the cake though was the cluster of hickeys up and down the left side of her neck.
Nico cleared his throat, which gathered not only Maristela's attention, but also the rest of the demigod group. He gestured a hand towards the daughter of Poseidon and asked, "So, who were you with before all this happened?"
