Chapter 1

      Greece was a place for the Gods to be idolized, my father once told me that Olympics is our home and to never dishorror it. I always looked up to my father, just as the others did too, he was kind hearted, loyal, but above all he loved his country. Causing war on Atheans would make father send the Aegean Sea crashing into the homes of his enimes.
     My father is Poseidon, god of sea and earthquakes. His black hair was trimmed so none of it would pass his eyebrows. He has eyes were the color of the ocean at midday, it was as if he's eyes changed colors from what the sea looked like. I never counted myself to look just like my father but there are some days when I stand close to the river and see my father's face come over mine.
    My mother is Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty, she had the longest hair I've even seen. I remember one morning I was walking in the castle with my father and when I asked where mother was father pointed to a piece of hair that pulled itself along the marbled floor.
    "There," my father said, "You might find her over there." He smiled as I ran.
    Her hair was never pinned back, and when it was a amaryllis was pinned all over her head. It was the symbol of my mother of course. Her tan skin was like mine and Father's, when we went to the ocean to play Mother's skin shines like it was just kissed by the rays of the sun.
    Father and Mother aren't married due to Mother and her husband, Hephaestus, and my father with his wife, Amphitrite, so there was no way my parents could ever get married. My life is between my mother's and my father's homes it's hard to keep up with the Greeks when I'm still trying to get my own life on track.
    My name is Rhoda, goddess of nothering, my uncle, Zeus, hasn't given me any powers to be in my title. But one day I'll be leader of Greece and people will honnor me just as they did to my father and mother. You can bet on that. My skin is kissed my the sun and, even sometime, the sun holds that kiss around my face and leaves alittle red lines on my face. My hair is a midnight color, unlike my mother's, it only goes down to my waist. My eyes are crystalized, my mother saids that will make the men fall to the ground. I still don't get what that means, even if I ask everyone just laughs and walks away as if I was joking.
     Anyways, my days as a goddess were numberes as a child. I was 10 when my step-mother became ill. My father cut off any trade with the people of Greece, they were straving but father didn't care he spent hours looking for a cure for my step-mother. She is the reason of war, she made Father weak. She made him fall and he's kingdom fell just as his knees hit the ground. But Father still wished to help her, to save her. He pushed Apollo to help, Apollo grew tired each time he tried to heal her and finally he became ill as well.
     "I'm sorry," he said, "My power isn't as it use to be in my youth, maybe if I try again after long time of rest maybe I can heal alittle more."
     My father held his hand up to slince Apollo, "It's fine, thank you for your help, my friend, I hope you may feel better soon."
     Apollo nodded and began to walk out of the doorway. He stopped by me and my step-brother Triton. Triton bowed and then glared at me to do the same. But instead of trying to show that Triton is greater than me, I ran up to Apollo and hugged him.
     "Be good okay, Rhoda?" He asked.
     I nodded, "Yes sir." I glared at Triton who was rolling his eyes at me, "I will."
     Apollo laughed with at much engery he had left, which wasn't much for the god of healing and writing.
     "Be good you two." Then he walked out the door.