ARTEMIS POV

"YOU WANT TO DO WHAT?!" Poseidon all but screamed at his youngest brother. Up until this point, I had not been paying attention. I had been (discreetly) listening to music, something I had started to do as of late. Mainly because there was never anything to discuss at meetings. Always My domain's better than yours! No it isn't! (Zeus and Poseidon) and You know you would be much better off if you had a bowl of cereal. (Demeter) If only you did what I said, we could all get along so well (Hera). Nag, nag, nag, whinge, whinge, whinge. Occasionally I would be entertained in a prank Apollo and Hermes pulled, but they were few and far between. Honestly, we may be the current rulers of the world, but they are worse than five year old kids. But when my uncle started screaming at father, I started paying attention. Now, Poseidon often yells at his brother, but never this loud or aggressively. So whatever father had said, was a little more important than who had the better domains. Hopefully it wouldn't be as bad as another war, as we had just defeated Gaea, and are seriously drained.

"He has become too powerful! He needs to be terminated. I don't care what you think, it is happening." My father yelled at Poseidon, who was trembling in rage. You didn't need to be a child of Athena to figure out Zeus was talking about Perseus Jackson, as that was the only killable person that would scare my father. He had indeed become quite powerful, but that was expected, as he kind of needed that power to defeat the earth mother Gaea. The weak and scrawny boy that he was when he began this journey of heroism just would not do. To defeat more powerful enemies, you had to become stronger, faster, sharper. Like in a video game. Oh, don't look at me like that. I may be a (nearly) 3000 year old goddess, but I do need some form of entertainment, and through the centuries I have learned new games to do so. But that's beside the point. I tuned back into the conversation

"…be killed!" Poseidon seethed.
"One good reason? I just said he has become to powerful! Anyone who is that strong should be killed, regardless of who it is." Zeus counteracted.
"Unless it was Thalia or Jason, because they are yours. Anyone other than your children that strong will die you mean." I interrupted. Both turned their heads towards me so fast they would have gotten whiplash if they were mortal. Zeus's eyes narrowed.
"That is not true. If any demigod was too strong, they will die."
I raised my eyebrow. "Really? So you would be willing to kill your only demigod daughter? Because she is getting more powerful." He spluttered at that. "My point exactly."
Glaring at me, he turned back to see nobody else was paying attention. His anger seemed to increase. He grabbed his master bolt and shot a tendril of lightning to the centre of the room, resulting in a massive BOOM that startled the other gods out their self induced stupor. Glaring at them all, he raised his voice.

"It has come to my attention that Perseus Jackson has become to powerful to live, and that he must die. However, because of how we rule, this must be put to a vote. All those in favour of killing him?" To my horror, eight hands rose. Eight was how many was needed for a rule or outcome to be put into action, as there were 14 of us. Hades and Hestia had had their thrones returned to them by, you guessed it, Perseus. Thank the fates that their hands weren't up. Those that had their hands raised were Ares, Zeus (duh), Dionysus, Aphrodite (because she couldn't get the man to sleep with her. Whore), Athena, Hera, Demeter and Hephaestus. Smiling in satisfaction, Zeus continued, more for formality than anything else, "Those that wish for him to live?" The six remaining put our hands up in defeat. There wasn't much that we could do… or was there? Before I could extend on that thought, father started talking again.

"It is decided. Perseus Jackson shall die, one week from today. Council dismissed." There were flashes of light as all those who voted for him to die left, leaving those that did not. Uncle Poseidon sighed, not really noticing the rest of us, before he himself flashed out. Hestia spoke up, making me jump, as she is often so quiet you can forget she is there. "I believe we all want a way to keep our hero alive, no?" We all looked to each other and nodded. "I suggest we all meet in my palace, so as to remove us from our current placement." She said. That was a good idea, as my father could, in a way that I don't understand, hear what was going on in the throne room whether he is there or not, but he could not 'hear' within another gods palace. We all flashed to Aunt (or sister, in Hades case) Hestia's palace on the outskirts of Olympus. Because an immortal cannot enter another's palace without invitation, we had to appear in front of the door. Hestia wouldn't care if we came and went as we pleased, but you still need to be invited in initially in order to do so.

Now, the main thing about her palace, is that it is unlike any other immortals', as it it's less like a palace, and more like a small three bedroom house. An oaken door at the forefront of the house, with an Indian style mosaic in the top half. When granted access to her house, we stepped in to find a small corridor, large enough to walk side by side with another, but small enough that it didn't seem like a corridor in a horror movie. And yes, I have watched those as well. At the end of the hallway, was a small but cozy living area. Four black leather couches were turned in towards the centre of the room, where a fire flickered between colours. A few paintings graced the walls, some of our family, there was a vase of flowers, and another of… uhh, I'm not sure what that is. It looked like water, but done by a five year old. Or Apollo. Same difference. But what really caught my eye, which definitely did not belong in the peaceful goddess' house, was the sword above the mantlepiece. It didn't look as if it was supposed to be used, more like a decoration, but it did give off a faint aquamarine aura… like the sea. I realised it was a xiphos, the kind of sword that Perseus uses. It was like a memorial to him, a thanks of sorts. It was sweet really.

Turning back to the others, I sat next to Hestia on one of the couches. Each of the others took a couch each, and looked towards her, save Apollo who looked at me quizzically. He then seemed to want to start talking, so being the idiot he is, he did just that. And of course it wasn't even about the issue at hand.

"Now, little sis, I understand why we are all here… except for you. Why are you here?" I glared at him enough to make him flinch, making me smirk.

"First of all, I. AM. OLDER!" I screeched at him. I helped mother birth him. Honestly, is he an idiot? Oh… wait. Yes, he is. "Secondly, I respect the man." Apollos' jaw dropped, as the words respect and man had never left my mouth in the same sentence. He closed it, then opened it again, before uttering a single word. "Why?" Sighing and rolling my eyes, I explained to him. "Listen, and listen well for I will not be repeating myself. He saved my life, from the burden of the weight of the sky, and saved Olympus itself twice. He managed to not only befriend my oldest huntress, but have her fall in love with him, without wanting it. He has done this, and more, and yet stays humble, taking little if any credit, when he should by all rights be cocky as hell. But the main reason is that when we chat he shows respect, mostly, and does not flirt with myself or my hunters, despite a few trying to with him. Capeesh?" He made a noise like a puppy got killed, and muttered "why won't they flirt with me?"

Hades stepping in before I could castrate him, and said in a surprisingly calm voice. "Actually niece, you owe him more than you realise." Turning to my uncle,, I raised an eyebrow, expectantly waiting for him to continue. He shuffled a little awkwardly, before doing so. "How can I say this? Ok, yes he saved your life when he took the sky from you, even if only for a few minutes. But he saved something of yours that you cherish quite dearly." At my blank look, he looked uncomfortable, which is not a word often associated with the lord of the dead. "A women who has been a maiden for three millennia, trapped under a burden she cannot escape from?" I rolled my hand in a continue motion, which made him even more uncomfortable. "A man who fits your expectations of men, and has been trapped under the sky for seven and a half thousand years?" I still didn't get it. It wasn't until the words left my uncles' mouth that I realised for myself, "Your chastity, Artemis." "Wait, you mean to say that my sister owes Percy her virginity?" Apollo said, before bursting into laughter. Glaring at my idiot of a brother, I said to him, in a calm voice that barely withheld my anger, "No, you idiot. I don't." Hades looked at me with a glimmer of fear in his eyes, before saying, "Actually Artemis, you really do."

Rolling my eyes, I retorted with sarcasm laced in my words, "So what exactly do you expect me do, hmm? Rock up at camp half-blood and say, 'Hey Perseus, you know how you saved me from under the sky? Well, technically I owe you my virginity. And i'm here, so, fuck me!'?" Glaring at the three boys, I noticed their eyes wide, most likely because of the vulgarity of my outburst. I was so wrong.

"Uhhh, is this a bad time?" Came from behind me, and I stiffened when I heard the voice. My cheeks began to heat up in embarrassment, praying to the Fates that who I thought was behind me actually wasn't. I turned, very slowly, to find an iris message, showing the one and only Perseus Jackson.

How the hell am I going to explain this I thought as my face impersonated a tomato.