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[penelope jane archer]

i close my eyes for just one minute

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was it odd that she should be so comfortable in a room that was guarded by a statue carved in her mother's likeness? from where she sat, curled up on the oak chair in the library with a book in her hands, penny's eyes moved up to the marble statue of the goddess athena who stood in the doorway of the school library and watched over those who entered and left by way of passing her. but very few seemed to pay any kind of attention to her statue as they wandered the halls, passing her mother's marble likeness daily.

her mother.

even after being a student at mt. olympus high for nearly four years the idea of her mother being a goddess, let alone one from an ancient civilization such as greece. but the letter and the warnings had all made it very clear to her shortly after she turned thirteen and was forced to leave her mortal father back in the city. she was the daughter of athena, greek goddess of war, wisdom, women's craft and hobbies. it was only natural that the library, filled with its endless amounts of knowledge and history, would call to her and summon her into its domain. it was like the warm inviting arms of a hug that just wrapped her in a firm, warm embrace. it was comforting, a place where she could be by herself and not have to worry about the rest of the goons who roamed the school.

it was attitudes like that that created these divided alliances, she realized with a soft sigh as she closed the book and laid it gently on the table. it was normal for her not to get along as well with the children of ares, and perhaps those of hephaestus and poseidon as well considering the history their parents shared, but as of yet, she was unsure of what to make of those decendant of roman or egyptian gods. she had never dreamed that they were all real and making their home over new york city, for she had grown up with their legends and thought them to be nothing more than stories designed to lull her to sleep each night. but of course, all of those thoughts had left her head entirely when she had discovered that she was not the child of a mother who had abandoned her at birth, for she wasn't even one brought to this earth through natural conception.

no, instead athena had created her daughter from her mind, much in the same way that the legends sat she sprang fully grown from the head of her olympian father zeus. penny had yet to meet her immortal grandfather, having had no reason to speak directly to him in the last four years. she had seen him on rare occassions, but had never dared to speak, nor mention him to her mother at all, who's appearances were sparse themselves. even now she was not used to the strange way that things operated around here, and to be honest, penelope archer doubted that she would ever truely adjust.

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