First major, full-length story. I do not own characters or ideas from Percy Jackson or Twilight. If there are any ideas that seem like they are from other books, I'm sorry, they've just been drifting through my subconscious. This is a Goddess!Bella, and no, she won't have children. As of right now, there should be no OCs in this story, unless you consider Bella herself. It is all written in first person, and this is only the prologue.

Please look towards the amazing author NamelesslyNightlock for my inspiration, in her story Inquietude. This story does have elements of said story, but the actual arc of this story diverges to a different point.

As well, thank you to my beta, NeonEnigma88, an amazing person without whom I wouldn't even have a name for Bella. You are amazing. Plain amazing. With a dash of awesomeness. And further additions.

This story is placed immediately after the Titan War in PJO's the Last Olympian. Technically, it is before the book actually ends, but I'll just place it as post-tLO and before Percy goes missing, so pre-tLH. In the Twilight timeline, this is after New Moon. Let's just say that Bella went missing a week after the end of the book, and nothing really happened during that time.

"English" I trust that everyone understands that these books are set in majorly English-speaking countries. Aka the same one – America, albeit other sides of the country (Washington to New York).

"Ancient Greek" the Cullens have not learned this language.

Warnings – not many. This fanfiction is rated T, and will have at least one part that deals with violence. This is in not graphic unless you count descriptions that have been used in Percy Jackson and the Olympians itself. Not much blood, since vampires don't really bleed. Perhaps a description of a wound. I won't show my ideas about what could happen during torture (blame Torchwood, Harry Potter fanfiction, Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Burn Notice, and…Supernatural, actually) in this story.

There will be nondescript, nongraphic references to sex. If you are reading a T-rated fanfiction, I trust you are thirteen or so, and have most likely had to sit through Human Growth & Development or your cultural similarity to such a class. Simply the "I am technically appropriately aged to have sex, being that I am over five hundred years old. Of course I've gotten around at least once. Or twice. Or more." is here. Nothing further. Kissing – there's going to be mentions. I doubt that I'll write a paragraph about every detail of it.

Swearing – minor or next to nonexistent.

It's Only the Way you Make me Think

(you can't do much worse than that)

Strangely enough, quite a few mortals think they know me.

It's quite sad, really.

When I had first come down to be with the mortals as my punishment nineteen years ago, I had to keep stifling my laughter at all of the things these odd mortals assume.

Except for the few odd ducks – idiots, the lot of them are.

But my mind had been assuaged during my stay of seventeen years in Phoenix, because people knew the story Renee, the grandchild of Athena and I had concocted. It had been quite easy to create, as I had been placed as an infant, although with my mind intact. Did you think that I would be forced to toddle around and wail after I am more than a thousand years old?

But it amused me when the mortals kept on assuming, thinking quite wrongly. They believe that they know my life - the rather boring thing that I had always been. I have not, thankfully. Mortals believe that I was raised from a childhood in sunny Arizona by a woman I called mother, but took more care of her than she did of me. They believe that I had left after my eccentric mother had finally remarried, and that I had sent myself to the town of Forks, Washington to live with my policeman father. They think that after an odd start, I had fallen in love with the dashingly handsome Edward Cullen, a vampire who was indestructible, invincible, and immortal. They think that a trio of vampires had tried to hunt me down, but Edward had saved me. They think that my eighteenth birthday had gone terribly wrong, and a little while after Edward Cullen had left me, I went into a catatonic state.

The foolish little things think I am clumsy, endearingly so. They believe me pretty and a nice teenage girl head-over-heels in love with Edward Cullen and Jacob Black.

Mortals and the things they think. Oh how they make me laugh.

I am in no way clumsy, and no-one has ever called me merely 'pretty'. My teenage years are millennia past, and I spent my childhood in Ancient Greece, splitting most of it to be atop Mount Olympus and in Atlantis. I had in no way 'sent' myself to the tiny town I am in now, Forks, Washington. I was exiled from my home upon the clouds in the home of the gods. Along through, my father is in no way shape or form a police chief, and my mother has never lived anywhere in Arizona, let alone Phoenix. She prefers to stay below-water, in Atlantis, my father's palace.

Of all things, I never have and never had fallen or been in love with Edward Cullen. He was simply…a distraction and experiment during the time of my exile.

This exile, in which, my time is nearing the long-awaited finish.

This means that I can finally be done with this particular, rather annoying distraction. I had only tried it for a taste, seeing as I'd never seen vampires up close.

Well…I've seen them, seconds before I lop off their heads and watch them fade into dust in battle… but I don't quite count that, seeing as all they did was shout and act like they were so much better than me, and then scream in terror when anything truly started. There were only a few of these who I could even stand, and fewer that I truly liked. Fortunately, the Forks coven was comprised of mostly those in the latter category.

I can tell what you foolish mortals will say in your folly, though.

"But Bella, you and Edward are soul-mates, and you're going to stay with each other forever and ever. You two are perfect together. Your love is Yin and Yang, perfection incarnated in heaven. You fit together like two interlocking pieces. Destinies forever entwined"

I am the Goddess of Destinies. Believe me; I know what the destiny of this particular fling is.

As well, who on earth or Olympus would want to be a soul-mate of that…thing? Boy, not man. And he has his destiny coming for him!

I am and have never been the weak mortal Isabella Swan. I am Elenchamoira, daughter of Poseidon and Amphitrite, Goddess of the Mind, Thought, Ideas and Destiny, sharing duties of bringing Fate with Nemesis, and prodigy of Athena, half-sister to Percy Jackson, and of all things, never a mortal again.

My years and days as a mere mortal are numbered, and this all is simply a rather disgusting page of my life. It is not even worth a single chapter for me in my ever long life.

Edward Cullen says he has eternity.

I have more.