Chapter 4

Hey, everyone! Long time no see!

Yes I know that I haven't updated in like, forever, but the past month and a half of my life has passed in a busy haze of school and music.

But here I am now, so… enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: In case you haven't gotten the memo yet, I do not own the Heroes of Olympus of the Kane Chronicles. I am making no monetary profit from this story.

Sadie gazed into the faces of her audience- Piper looked like she was going to faint, Jason was shell-shocked, and Tristan was just plain confused.

"Gods…" Jason muttered. "Greeks, Norsemen, and now Egyptians… What's next- Hindus?!"

Sadie was just about to say something when part of Jason's sentence caught her ear. "Wait- Norsemen?!"

Piper, who seemed to have regained most of her composure, nodded. "But how do you know about us? Greeks and Romans, I mean."

" I met a couple of Greek half-bloods a while back," Sadie said. "Annabeth and… er… Percy, I think." She was about to ask Piper and Jason if they knew the aforementioned demigods, when Piper answered the question herself.

"Annabeth and Percy?! Oh, yes-"

Tristan cut in. "Whoa, whoa. Um, explain, please?" He said weakly.

Piper turned to her dad, expression pensive. "Um… that's… going to be complicated. Why don't we sit down for this? And go somewhere less… public?"

Tristan agreed without a word. Almost mechanically, the usually confident actor turned around, and stumbled back into his office.

Sadie, Jason, and Piper followed him. It was amazing, Sadie thought, how much someone could change in the course of minutes. Just look at Tristan. It was obvious that Piper had kept her demigod heritage from her father. Not that Sadie was particularly surprised. She didn't know much about how the demigods' world worked, but Annabeth had told her about the Mist, and how it obscured mortals' perceptions of the Greek and Roman worlds. Maybe it had been impossible for Piper to tell her dad. But no, that wouldn't make sense. After all, Piper was apparently planning to break the secret now.

Piper and Jason's lives would never be the same, either. Now they knew about the Egyptians, and Piper's dad would soon know about their demigod status… Sadie guessed that Tristan's interactions with his daughter and son-in-law would never be quite the same again.

Sadie hoped that Piper and Jason's knowledge about the Egyptians would turn out as a good thing- after all, they both seemed like nice people, and perhaps they could be good friends one day.

Sadie's life had changed too. She was obviously going to have to explain to Tristan how she wasn't fully mortal either, and… well… would their friendship ever go back to what it was? And then there was what Jason had said about Norsemen…

The actress's thoughts cut off as their little group entered Tristan's dressing room. It was crisp and clean, and reflected its owner's personality- everything was in it's place, and yet a homely feel surrounded it. Tristan sank into a plush armchair, fingers on his temples. "Ooookay." He looked up at his daughter. "What just happened?"

Piper sighed. "Dad- remember the Greek myths?"

Half an hour later, Sadie was still in Tristan's dressing room- except this time, it was with a nervously fidgeting Piper and Jason and a slightly disbelieving Tristan. Sadie, sitting cross legged on a slightly powdered- covered plastic table, felt a bit out of place- the bystander in an obviously important moment in the life of the family before her.

Piper and Jason had just finished telling their dad about their "demigodishness", and the actor was taking it better than Sadie thought he would, considering he had just been told that his ex- girlfriend and mother of his child was Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love, his son- in- law was a son of Jupiter, and they had just been attacked by a mythological monster from the underworld.

Piper had told her father the whole story- not just that she was a demigod, but all the things she had done, all the things she was capable of. Piper was an amazing storyteller- that was undebatable. Perhaps it was because of her poweress as a child of Aphrodite- Sadie remembered her saying something about charmspeak- but Piper's words weren't just words. They had power behind them. In half an hour, Piper had taken all of the people inside the spacious dressing room on a journey- a journey of heroics, love, friendship, and hope.

Sadie laughed a bit at herself, almost to relieve the tension in her own head. There you go again, waxing poetic. This job had turned you into a softie.

Silence reigned, tension taut in the air. Finally, Tristan turned back to his daughter and son-in-law. "You- you-" He stood up abruptly, face strained, and fled from the room.

Sadie was shocked at first. Tristan had never really seemed like the type of person to run from a problem. Though this wasn't really a problem, after all. And hearing about all the trials and tribulations- and it wasn't a little- that his daughter and son-in-law had gone through couldn't have been easy.

Silence. Again.

Piper looked horrified, while her husband seemed pensive and sympathetic.

"I- I-" Piper stammered.

Jason hugged her and briefly kissed her on the cheek. "Don't worry about it, Pipes. He just needs some time to himself to process everything. I'm sure he'll understand."

Sadie had never felt like a third wheel as much as she had felt in that moment (except maybe for that time when she had been forced to tag along on Carter and Zia's date) and she almost began edging out of the room before Jason turned to her. "So. Er… while we wait…"

The rest of his sentence was implied. Why don't you tell us your story?

Extremely short and late chapter, I know. But life has not been particularly nice to me recently, and I haven't had a lot of time to type. I'm writing this while I probably should be studying for a Spanish test that I'm probably going to fail, so…

I figured that you guys would rather have me post a short chapter than have to wait longer. And I wanted to reassure you guys that I'm not dead. ;)

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Hestia.