Hey guys! This is my second story-hope you enjoy!

Note: this takes place AFTER The Last Olympian

It has a few of the same chars, but is not a sequel to my other story!

I thought of this idea one afternoon by randomly drinking apple juice, which is golden and reminded me of nectar. (yea, im a bit out there).

Disclaimer: I do NOT own PJ, or any ideas relating to the books and ideas owned by RR.

Prologue

(Many, Many, Many Years Ago)

Two large doors burst open, revealing a magnificent room, with two smaller brass thrones on either side of a polished, and ornate golden throne. A man wearing broken Greek armor was being pulled by two soldiers, who had solid armor on. The man was whimpering, getting burned by the dry floor. Upon the larger throne sat a tall man with a serious look on his face, studying the man being dragged. He wore a shimmering crown, with a dazzling gem on it. To his left was a slimmer woman, who had a silver tiara on her head, showing off an emerald. Her face was passive, and she looked uninterested. To the king's right was a slightly more intimidating looking woman, who wore nothing but a small bracelet with a ruby on it. She had a set face, one that knew when to be serious, and when to be casual.

The man with broken armor was thrown in front of the king, and gasped in pain. The king looked disgusted.

"Why have you brought this filth into my chamber? I specifically ordered you two to have him executed!" shouted the king, who looked furious.

One of the soldiers stepped forward nervously and spoke.

"Your majesty, we were, uh, bringing him to the noose when he told us he had to explain his motives."

The king waved his hand.

"How DARE you follow this, traitor's request over your king's orders!"

The girl with the ruby bracelet shifted.

"Father, maybe you should hear him out. Maybe what he has to say is actually impo-

"Silence, daughter! I take advice from my advisor, not my teenage daughter who should be resting for her wedding tomorrow!" roared the king.

The girl scowled.

"Yea, of course. Because I am just so enthused about marrying a forty year-old."

The king's eyebrows narrowed.

"Do not mock me, Nemi. The man Aurora and I have chosen for you to marry is a great one, and you should be honored to have the privilege!"

Nemi made a fake smile.

"Yea, because it's all about the privilege. It's not like it has to do with Lord Darron being incredibly rich or anything…"

The woman with the tiara, Aurora, turned.

"Nemi! Do not speak to your father and king like that!" She looked at her husband. "Please Adamios, let this man speak

The king nodded reluctantly.

"Very well. Why exactly, did you tell our enemy all our plans, in turn almost losing us the entire war?" he asked in thick sarcasm.

The man lying on the floor raised his head, and spoke in a raspy voice.

"I…needed…money….family…starving…wife having…child…"

Nemi looked surprised, and her face showed her sympathy. Queen Aurora just shrugged and looked at her husband. King Adamios frowned.

"You did all of this…just for money? Bah. What a pathetic excuse. Take him away.

Nemi jumped.

"No! Father, with all due respect, Lysander is one of our finest bakers in this kingdom! You know how much you like his éclairs. Sometimes, people just have to do things that they don't like, but because they just have to." She looked sad, and it was obvious that she wasn't just talking about Lysander.

Adamios bit his lip.

"Well, I do simply adore the éclairs…Very well. Your sentence is now changed from execution to…hmm…five years as the head chef in my palace. But, if I eat one bad éclair, it's the prison for you."

Lysander stood slowly, and looked happy.

"Your majesty, I am forever in your debt. And yes, I'll add extra cream just for you!"

Adamios nodded and waved his hands. The two guards sprung forward and escorted Lysander away, less forceful this time. Nemi stood up, curtsied to her parents, and walked away.

She felt sorry for Lysander, and how he was forced to do something he didn't want to. If only there was a way for me to escape this marriage, Nemi thought.

"If only…" spoke a soft voice behind her.

Nemi jumped, and spun around. Before her was a tall woman wearing battle armor, with a small owl insignia inscribed on the headset. Nemi gasped, and sank to her knees.

"Lady…Athena! It is an honor, no a privilege, to be in your presence!"

Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle, smiled.

"You have acted wisely, Princess Nemisira. You have shown the gods just what we were looking for."

Nemi fiddled with her bracelet.

"Um…what exactly were you looking for?" she asked nervously.

Athena stepped forward.

"A mortal who is willing to accept her own pain, and forgive others. Someone willing to be merciful, and shine with glory throughout. You are that mortal."

Nemi smiled.

"Thanks! I mean, well what exactly does that mean?" she asked hesitantly.

Lady Athena's stormy eyes twinkled.

"We would like to…present you with a gift. One that will… change your life forever."

Nemi nodded.

"Any gift from the gods is something I shall cherish forever."

Athena tilted her head.

"I have not even told you what it is yet. Do not make decisions so rashly. We would like to make you one of us, an immortal goddess. A minor goddess of course, but a goddess nonetheless."

Nemi almost fainted.

"Me! A goddess…thank you so much! What would my powers be? And would I like, be able to live forever?"

Athena grinned.

"Yes, forever. However, keep in mind that forever is an awfully long time. Second, you would receive the title of Nemisira, minor goddess of forgiveness and mercy."

Nemi's eyes widened.

"Thank you, Lady Athena. And the rest of the gods. This…is perfect! I accept."

Athena nodded.

"Very well. At sunset, my father Zeus shall invoke the spell that shall turn you into a goddess. You shall also be expected to dine with us, the twelve Olympians, that is, tomorrow evening."

Nemi was shaking with excitement.

"Yes, Lady Athena. I'll be there."

Athena waved her hands, and the hallway glowed bright. Nemi looked away, and found herself alone, with nothing but a basket with several objects in it. Nemi picked up the basket, and returned to her private bedchamber.

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Several hours later, Nemi was perched next to her window, waiting for sunset. She had not told her parents about the gods' gift, for she feared they would make her refuse, allowing her to still be married. The moment the sun began to sink in the sky, Nemi felt a rush of excitement flow through her body.

Is this what it feels like to be a goddess? She thought, shrugging. Nemi turned, and poured golden liquid into a goblet, and pulled two squares from the basket. She raised the ambrosia and nectar and whispered a short prayer to the Olympians. She ate the squares first, and swallowed them down with a gulp of nectar.

She moved her arm to set the goblet down, but it fell from her hand, shattering on impact. Nemi screamed, and fell to the floor, her body convulsing in pain. Her body seemed to be attacking itself, and Nemi was writhing in agony, losing the strength to even scream. Struggling to breathe, Nemi summoned up her last bit of energy.

"You…you promised me! You…you lied!" she roared at the ceiling.

Suddenly, a dark, violet light pulsed through the room, and a dark, hooded figure appeared in front of Nemi.

"Silence yourself, if you wish to live," said the figure.

Nemi was losing control, and she could feel her body shutting down.

The figure spoke in a deep voice that sounded menacing, but believable.

"The food of the gods has caused your blood to boil, and you will be dead in moments. The gods have failed you."

Nemi's eyes widened and blackness was beginning to close in on her.

The figure spoke again.

"I can save you, but I need a commitment. I need your word that you will help me strike a blow against the treacherous gods, the ones who always betray."

Nemi couldn't move her head, but move her eyes up and down.

The figure nodded, and raised a hand. Violet light washed over Nemi, and suddenly, Nemi was glowing and standing. The once bright ruby on the bracelet was now a dark shade, almost completely black.

The hooded figure laughed to itself.

"I will find you a new name, and a new title. You shall no longer be merciful, but quite the opposite to the ones who betrayed you. Come, we have much to plan."

Nemi's new and immortal form nodded. The figure snapped it's fingers, and they were gone.

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Hope you enjoyed that! Chapter 1 coming soon- including several new chars, involving new ideas from Book 5!