Everyone who even knew Caroline for the speck of dust that she became from stood in awe and shock at the sight of her, bold and upright, like a warrior set to battle upon their steed. It was in those few seconds that she became something else entirely. A new light sparkled across her features, etching them out to be foreign to her face, and yet, an engraving that just needed a quick dusting off. There were few words spoken in between the transition of the many half-blood that made the bold choice to be apart this righteous prophecy.

Chairs were scooted across the ground as each figure stood both in front and behind her until there became a perfect union of twenty-four just as Chiron had called for. Still, as each famous and well recognized face stood up, the man's face turned ashed, like he knew something more than the others. The idea of him hiding something from them, this task becoming so sacred that he felt the need to result to keeping another piece of the puzzle missing seemed outright to them all. They refused to go towards that tunnel, they all saw the solitary and grim eyes of Chiron's dwindle and slightly harden. Child-like, they simply ignored it, and Caroline already fantasized how her blade would look deep in the intestines of some ferocious beast that she hoped to come across on the journey.

As everything became more settled, Chiron signaled for the chosen to finish up with early meals and meet him first thing in the morning. Caroline knew this would be a chance of fate. He always had the privilege to mark her unfit for duty, but she doubted he'd resort to those measures. So pulling back the loose strands of her hair and knotting them back into her bun, the girl walked foreword with arched shoulders and raised brows, daring anyone to near her with a smug smirk or eyes of outrage.

While walking, she came across the other daughter of Zeus, which seemed to be the only thing she felt necessary to call her. It just so happened that she also stood up and volunteered for the journey. Most likely to spite her out of must because everyone was well aware of the undying feud that the clan of sisters had prodded and poked like dying embers on a fire. She claimed to be nice but that was a total lie, and an utter false facade.

Caroline didn't know what to expect from this all, and honestly she just hoped to come out of it alive, courageous, but alive. There was no chance in all the gods she could come back to Camp Half-blood that she'd allow herself to become a wimp, give up without a fight or even possibly bail out. She was here now, and the daughter of Zeus was a fighter.

By the time she made it back to her cabin it was late and full of the cooing sounds of owls that tended to reside around the Athena children. Total airheads, too full of themselves to be productive. As Caroline clambered through the threshold, the all familiar warmth of pineapple and fresh snow clouded around her, this time it seemed unusually stronger. Scrunching up the tip of her nose, she tumbled towards her bed and begged to enter the cozy grasps of her cottage on the side of the cabin she'd fought over to be hers. It was well worth it though, full of the nicest vases and the wrath of the gods became a buzzing sensation.

Throwing her bag to the side, she took in the ivy chipped walls and the creaking of the floorboards beneath her feet. What she saw next came as an overwhelming shock. Sitting at the foot of her bed was Zeus himself, radiating in authority and full of ultimate breeze that seemed to cool her over despite the tense situation put before her. With wide eyes, she could do nothing more than stare with an open mouth and gaped expression. Not even her fingertips had a spasm in mid air.

"I would feel more welcomed if you'd greet your Father," the god spoke with an eerie ease, like it was rehearsed more than once.

Caroline finally became a breathing human once again and moved to stand closer. Her fingers rested against her hips while a small thrumming started rhythmically between her toes. The girl's lips refused to move, so instead she resulted in hand motions which did little at helping, and instead made it look like she was recovering from epilepsy. "What are you doing here, Father?" she spoke awkwardly. Of everything she's ever said about Zeus, and the legacy she promised to keep alive, she'd never actually met him in person besides the time he helped guide her towards Camp Half-blood.

From all the times she thought of him, you'd think she was his biggest Fangirl.

"There was once a time I met a mortal when gliding the Earth in search of a dear friend of mine," he spoke from experience, with a lazy grin covering his lips.

"What does thing have anything to do with me?"

"Listen child," Zeus wasn't rash, but it was clear he wanted her attention.