Hermes' Palace was beautiful. It wasn't too flashy and shiny unlike most of the other gods whose palaces where made of gold, silver, platinum, or even straight up jewels. Instead, His foundations and walls where sturdy and made of intricately carved wood and granite-with gold trimmings.

I decided to explore the palace after lunch since we had some free time. No one else was with me however, and as I looked at Hermes' pictures that decorated his wood paneled walls-I suddenly felt as if I was breaking some kind of rule by exploring-almost as if I was snooping.

Footsteps sounded from behind me, and I quickly turned to see a man around Luke and my age with Luke's same blond hair-it was scary how the sons and daughters on Hermes all were blond- studying an ancient Greek sculpture that was in the Gallery I was exploring.

He turned and smiled at me then pointed at the statue that I had immediately recognized as Aphrodite, only she would examine herself half naked for the world to see. "Beautiful Venus de Capua, don't you think?" 

Snorting, I shook my head and smiled back at him. "No, sorry but you're wrong." I examined the statue closer and nodded with my confirmed belief.

He rose a blond brow at me, surprised. "Really? How so?"

I walked up next to him and I looked at the statue with a kind smile. "Well, you have two things wrong with your assumption." I laughed lightly. "The wrong country and the wrong sculpture. The "Venus de Capua" is a Roman sculpture-this one however is an original Greek. Aphrodite of Melos."

He crossed his arms and smiled at me. "Oh? And how do you know that?"

"Notice how Aphrodite's face looks as if it is soft and extremely graceful?" I pointed at her carefully chiseled features. The boy standing next to me nodded and listened to me intently. "Well, the Greeks prided themselves on grace and beauty of things. Every detail of the goddess of love had to portray her character. On the other hand, Roman's were not as into the grace and beauty of sculpting, and if you took a closer look at the two of them you would notice that the Roman's Aphrodite-Venus-is harsher in her expressions and not as soft or graceful."

The boy nodded and grinned at me. "You could have just said that they were positioned differently you know."

I nodded and scratched the back of my head. "Yeah, that too I guess."

The man smirked and apologized, "Sorry, I purposely got the name mixed up-I was seeing how much you knew," He smiled at me, "You seem to have a real passion for the arts of ancient society-why is that?"

A sudden feeling of dread filled the pit of my stomach - it suddenly dawned on me that this man had a different air to him than the campers did; he expressed this aura as if he belonged. "My Grandma was big on the Greek and Roman cultures and she had minnie replicas of the ancient sculptures-I kind of just grew up with that knowledge in my head."

"That's good-I assume it came in handy when you had found out that you were special?" He smiled and looked around the gallery with pride. "I love this place it's good to be able to come here and think."

"I agree, it's relaxing." I stuck out my hand to him in a friendly gesture. "Olive."

He blinked down at my hand for a few seconds then let out a loaded laugh, one that seemed filled with a humor I wasn't picking up on, and shook it. "Sorry, it's been a long time since I've shaken hands with someone-Hermes."

Hermes. Hermes. Hermes. Hermes. Hermes. Hermes. That name echoed through my head for a while and made my stomach clench. I started to panic and wonder if I had said anything to disrespect him in any way. Oh God! I mentioned the Roman's at least a dozen times! Don't the Greek gods and Roman gods have some kind of hatred for each other?