1 CHAPTER I:Cursed Hair

"Good afternoon fuckers!" Ares said smiling "Someone told my father I curse in front of the children. So unless someone wants to confess all of you are sparring without the safeties!".

Ares had brilliant red hair, and even redder eyes. He also had tan skin, and his face and arms had battle scars, which was slightly covered by the Spartan armor he wore.

Ares looked at me, and my brother Seth "What about you two? Mary and Seth. Twins of Hades." He said.

I probably should introduce myself now. I'm Mary, Daughter of Hades and step daughter of Persephone. My brother Seth is my twin brother. You see Hades is only allowed to have children during the spring. Like most of the original six gods his limit on children was one every year. However he was pretty loyal to Persephone thus he didn't have children often. Unfortunately he had twins. Doubling his power with a personal army. It scared most of the gods, but honestly my dad was too nice to use his children as weapons. That and he had way less children then my uncle Zues.

"Wasn't me, sir. You sis?" Seth asked me.

"Nope. What about the Athena girl?" I said.

The Athena girl, one of the only kids of Athena in Ares' gym glass. She had brown hair, grey eyes, white school uniform, and a blue owl patch on her right arm. Her actual name was Penny, but hardly anyone called her that. Ares looked at her, he despised Penny and her decision to sign up for Ares' gym class (which was a fancy 'modern' term for combat training). The class was optional, and he felt she took it just to spite him. Penny shrugged and smiled.

"Grab a sword and shield Owl Eyes, you too Dead Hair." Ares said.

Dead Hair, a nickname I absolutely despised. When I turned fourteen my hair kind of died, I woke up one day to see my hair turned a pure snowy white. That and my eyes lost their color, and turned white as well.

I sighed, and grabbed a steel training xiphos (an Ancient Greek sword) and shield and knelt down on a black line. Penny did the same, and knelt down on the line across from me. I prayed silently to my father. My shield changed from a wooden shield to a steel shield with a Cerberus decoration, and my sword changed from a basic steel sword with an oak handle to ebony handle with a marble finish. Penny's shield turned into a bronze shield with an owl embossing. Her handle on her sword became a solid oak with a leather wrap finish. It balanced perfectly when she slowly lifted it.

We both stood up. Penny put her shield in front of her, and she held her sword back. I put my shield in front of me as well, and balanced my blade on the top of my shield. Penny stepped forward. She slashed for my leg, and I blocked it. I hit her shield with mine. I sliced her leg, and spun slicing her other leg. She stepped back, and got back in her stance. Her legs bled, and I stepped forward. I came up from below trying to cut her stomach. She blocked with her shield, and I smacked her in the face hard with my shield sending her to floor. I put my sword to her throat. The bell rung before she could yield, but the fight was mine. I set my weapons down, helped Penny up, and set my shield and sword on the wall. They turned back into a regular training sword and shield, and I walked out with Seth.

Seth's white skull patch on uniform glowed a bit with mine. "Father's happy." I said smiling.

As we walked through the hallways I saw several more patches and uniforms. Red uniforms with crossed swords patches, children of Ares. Pink and white uniforms with a heart patch, the beautiful and handsome children of Aphrodite. Grey uniforms with silver lining, and a bow patch that pointed right. Those were Artemis' Huntresses. Artemis only had one child cause she was outvoted at a council meeting, but she was hard to find. The most common uniform was a leather brown uniform with the caduceus staff patch, the children of Hermès. The least common was the uniform of Hera. She never had any children with mortals thus there was no one to wear them.

I got to the cafeteria, and Seth went left at the door to go talk to our our father.