AN: I had no ideas for this story, specifically Athena. I haven't gotten around to reading BoO yet, so please, no spoilers, and that also means this story is set before that, probably in MoA, or HoH. I'm sorry this took so long (and is so short, D:)

Athena can't believe herself. Her children are exquisitely marvelous, if she says so herself, which she does. She adores her offspring.

She has many offspring, of course. What good was a god who didn't share their qualities with the lesser mortals? Even Artemis had shown the mortals her ways of the hunt.

Like many other gods, she has a certain... love, you could say, of her children. Their intellect is amazing, their cunning is well above average and their looks, while not as important to life essentially, are stupendous. Of course they are this amazing, their genetics come from her. Often, their parents are not the most beautiful, but smart in ways other mortals are not.

She has much to fawn over, in the case of her children.

In fact, her daughter, Annabeth, had been on more quests than most demigods ever would or had, all in an eight year time frame. (She will pointedly ignore that most of said quests were either with or because of Percy Jackson, Poseidon's brat.)

One could say she was proud of her children, excluding a few Roman children that Minerva seemed to adore, and be more than not correct.

As she sat in Olympus, under her moronic father's rule, she thought of her children. There was a book in her hands, though she paid it no mind.

Her children consumed her mind, and while usually, that was not something she desired, she didn't mind this time.

Usually, Athena was not one to fret over trivial matters such as her children's safety. They were trained, and therefore knew how to keep themselves from fatal injuries. This time, however, she couldn't help it. The quest her daughter was on was nearly impossible - that was not taking in account Poseidon's brat influencing her and the rest of the Seven's health weighing on her mind.

Her children cared too much about their peers, Athena knew. That fact did nothing to ease her mind.

Athena is worrying. It is not something she does often - her plans are never wrong.

Athena can't believe herself. She can't believe she's let the war outside get to her head, because try as she might to not believe that, it has. Maybe she is more mortal than previously believed.