Not aMused by Donna McDonald

The eighth task of the prophecy is proving to be the strangest one yet.

Speaking of strange, Zeus is asking to come along so he can help me. He says he’s conflicted and wants to get to know me now. Only Zeus’s help consists of him trying to kill a creature I specifically, emphatically told him we were not going to kill. What kind of help is that? Not the kind I need, that’s for sure.
And Athena is on vacation. My twin is sunning herself on some tropical beach while I’m trying to convince the Gorgon Hydra she created not to turn to me to stone like it did all the female Dragons.
Sure, I understand that Athena’s embarrassed. Who wouldn’t be in her shoes? Instead of restoring the remaining two Gorgons back into humans, she turned them into a Dragon-headed Gorgon Hydra. I say everybody makes mistakes and that she should try again. However, I can’t really repeat what she said to me without wanting to stab her with my energy sword.
The Fates are ignoring my summons. Normally, I’d be happy they were out of the picture, but I have a ton of questions and no answers. The rest of my pantheon isn’t much better. They’ve gone back to their lives like it’s all over.
The only person not ignoring me is my birth mother, Metis, but technically she’s dead. Her ghost is keeping me company for a while because I needed someone with some Titan Witch skills. Currently, she’s the only one willing to listen to me. Guess that happens when you tether a shade from the Underworld. I thought I’d hate her when we met, but actually, she’s not so bad.
Athena’s not the only one who needs a vacation, but Cale and I are too busy trying to save everyone to take that kind of break. Hopefully, we’ll live long enough to close on the house we found. Is that too much to ask?