Athena

She was pissed. She was fucking pissed. The nerve of Aphrodite! How could she get away with giving him a note?!

Oh Athena had been watching, and she saw the beautiful young Perseus pick up Aphrodite's scarf, with Aphrodite's note attached. And later, after Percy dealt with her idiotic half-brother, he read it, with a huge smile upon his face.

Now, although that smile was extraordinarily gorgeous, it was because of whatever the damn love goddess wrote!

Sacrificing to Aphrodite was irritating yes, but for him to start praying to her, that was both confusing and extremely infuriating.

Athena didn't know what to think, and that was a feeling that she had never felt before, not in all her millennia of living, she was the wisdom goddess for Hades sake!

There was still logic in her brain though, and she started to have certain doubts, about confidence.

She couldn't help it; in fact, it was probably Aphrodite messing with her. But, the constant nagging thoughts were always pressing into her mind. What if he chooses Annabeth? Will the rivalry between Kelp Face and I ruin my chances? What if Aphrodite got him first?

Love kept her aloft, though. Aphrodite could create love, but she could not take it away, she could make Athena feel absolutely horrible, but the idea of Percy's adoration, that could make her feel strong again.

Athena decided after the horrible note incident to confront Aphrodite, to demand to know what she was playing at. How could Percy practically already worship her?

So she stormed over to the oddly plain palace of Aphrodite, ready to slap her if she didn't answer.

Busting down the door, she charged down the long corridor, eyes burning with a fury. It aggravated her more that Aphrodite was simply lying on her bed listening to an iPod.

"Aphrodite!" Athena bellowed.

Aphrodite looked rather annoyed at having been interrupted listening to whatever she was listening to.

"What now Athena?"

"What are you playing at? Why does he pray to you of all goddesses and gods? Why does he sacrifice to you?"

Aphrodite stood and smiled coldly at Athena. "I don't believe I know what you're talking about. And if I did, why would I share information with the almighty wisdom goddess?"

"Cut your shit Aphrodite. You know damn well what, or rather whom, I'm talking about. Or do I have to refresh your memory? Let's see, hmm, most gorgeous human being on earth, ever heard of him? Apparently he has you, as he shares a devotion to the name of Aphrodite. Now how the hell did you do it?"

"That's none of your damn business. It has never been, and it never will be. Get out of my palace, before you find yourself with a severe injury," Aphrodite replied menacingly.

"Is that a threat, Aphrodite?" Athena scoffed.

"No. It's a promise. Get out. And by the way, I'm just now getting a whiff of a most heavenly sacrifice from Percy."

"I'm going to figure it out, I'm Athena."

"Really? I thought you were Jackie Chan! Seriously, get the hell out."

Athena growled, but stalked out of the palace nonetheless. She didn't want a confrontation just yet, she needed a plan, and she needed a strategy.