Excerpt from my original story:

Sahara sat alone, waiting for her love to walk through the door. It had been months shince she had last talked to him, years since she saw him. The war was over, anyday now the message would come that the soldiers were on their way home with a victory. They always did. Her quarters were dark, the only light being a small candle sitting on a table in front of her. A large book lie open next to the candle, with warm wax dripping into the pages. She let out a small sigh. Please Father, let him com home to me. Sahara didn't know why she bothered. Her father hadn't spoken to her in over a million years, why would he answer her prayers. He didn't seem to care that she was in love. So what if it was with a demon. He was a god, what was so wrong with a goddess being in love with a god. But Sahara wasn't just any goddess. She was Pallas Athena, the Greek virgin goddess of widsom, justice, and war. Sahra knew she had wronged her father by choosing to love a demon, but to have her father cast out his favorite child, that was something she never thought he would do.

Sahara was suddenly joltted out of her bereaved memories of her life on Olympus.

OOC:More coming when I'm not bored.