Okay, I've decided to start working on a side story in addition to my Naruto stories. I hope to add some originality into this portion of Fanfiction, so let the attempt begin.

This story will involve plot from The Heroes of Olympus, but not the actual plot. Basically, while Roman features and facts revealed there will be relevant, no Percy's will loose their memories in the makings of this fanfiction story.

I do accept advice

Mount Olympus, 15 years before the last Olympian (About...1994)

The great mountain hall of the Greek-Roman pantheon, Mount Olympus was abuzz with wild excitement, as the winter solstice celebration was well under way.

Across the mountain, muse played music spewed, fine wines were served (Much to the ire of one absent Wine God) and a sound of a frying pan hitting flesh hinted that Zeus and Hera were having another little argument.

Probably him flirting with some nymph. It amazing how somethings never change in thousands of years.

Though, someone appeared to be absent from the festivities, not that anyone appeared to notice in their revelry, but it wasn't anyone you might originally suspect.

It was not Hera, the grouchy old house wife was currently berating Zeus for staring a little too long at a nymph. Obviously, all that work on marriage counseling was a waste, perhaps she should take her Grandmother's castration idea.

Nor was it Hestia, the forgettable one, who was tending the Hearth Fire. After all, should that fire go out, on the darkest day of the year...things wouldn't be pleasant.

Even Hades was having a good time, apparently dancing with his wife Persephone in the 'Dancing with the Gods' competition Apollo had devised up at some point, though killer intent from one cereal obsessed middle age mother named Demeter was tangible even here.

Perhaps Goddess of the Harvest wasn't proper for her, but perhaps god of angry mothers, or killer intent.

No, the person absent from this party was one girl in silver, with auburn hair, who was currently in her silver constructed temple, with earplugs in her divine ears, grumbling about being stuck up here and away from her hunters.

This was Artemis, the Greek Goddess of the hunt, the moon, virgins, hills, childbirth, animals, wildlife and protector of children.

The maiden goddess was lying down on one of her silver beanbag chair , in her personal quarters, that no one, but a select few, were ever welcome to enter.

Sadly, on this lust crazed mountain, maiden goddesses had to have some degree of paranoia. If they had managed to stay virgins for over 2000 years, they obviously had taken some precautions.

Athena, for instance, had installed a laser grid on her temple, along with pit traps adorned with spikes, demonic owl monsters that either blasted acid or lightning , gun turrets that blasted celestial bronze bullets and it was even rumored she had Hermes steal a few of Ares's nuclear weapons as additional security.

Hestia instead had put up a literal firewall around her palace, along with various locks. She didn't need as much security then Athena did because she was rumored to be partial to the title of 'Goddess of the forgettable', though it was still only a rumor.

Artemis, however, choose to protect her palace with various deadly trees, obtained from Demeter sometime in the 3rd century in exchange for dealing with a cyclops who took a far too great a like of trampling fields, various hunting esc traps such as bear leg traps, burmese tiger pits and even the occasional giant butterfly net and of course, a few of her older hunting wolves who were no longer up to the hunting chase who stayed at her temple as guard dogs. Though she did have a secret defense

In her personal quarters, known only to her hunters, and Apollo, were hundreds of stuffed animals. While a Goddess, she still had the characteristics of the children she protects, thus the stuffed animal collection.

However, what few knew was that these stuffed animals were charmed, and if any lusty male, or female, ever was to enter her sanctum, the animals would come to life and attack the pervert, until the person was totally destroyed.

If she recalled, a son of Ares once tried to get in here a few years ago. They never found any of his body parts, not even a bone.

"Really, can't they go one year without going about like drunken rabbits" she sighed, as she heard the door to her quarters open as a barely standing Apollo,a blond haired teenage aged male, collapsed to the ground while spouting out some gibberish.

"Revived by two and not by three"

"Zebra and Weasel said in glee"

"Restored to health by duo of Kane"

"Do help destroy the sun's greatest bane"

Artemis sighed. Her brother had a habit of overdoing it at these parties, and here was the result, too drunk even to stand. Of course, as the older sibling, despite what anyone might believe from listening to that blond haired brother of hers, she always would take him in and keep an eye on him to prevent him from doing something stupid.

Last time she didn't, the sun was stopped, one of the greatest mist failures in history, made worse by now being reported in that Bible book constantly.

He was even spouting dream prophecies again. Whenever Apollo was asleep by non normal means or otherwise out of it, such as him being drunk, he would randomly speak out prophecies he wouldn't remember until later.

Of course, being the older sibling, she recorded them with hidden recorders hidden in her chamber, and used them for either blackmail, forward planing, or if they had any monetary value, sent them to her hunters who left the hunt, 'not of their own accords', so they could use them as aid.

If she recalled, her lost hunters Golda Meir, Isabel Martínez de Perón, Kim Campbell and Indria Ghandi used them to great effect. As did young Oprah Winfrey...

"On the Ice first thawed by Stanley, the Storm will blow through"

"While to the west, the Oil will surprise everyone with success a new"

"Meet at the end, a close contest will begin"

"Until the storm is the one to win"

She sighed, wondering if anything would be of interest out of this guys mouth?

"Return to an island of the lost, via the glide"

"But see that it still has much to hide"

"Rise the Sailback, to the King you will fight"

"The movie will be blasted by the Rotten Tomatoes website"

Artemis just blinked, was that a movie prediction? And, Rotten Tomatoes? Those mortals were really getting bad at the name game. Though perhaps it was nice to have a lax night, after all she didn't need to here more prophecies about 'spiky haired house members and great waves' or such disasters...

"The Heir to the Moon, born and raised with care"

"To save Olympus he will dare"

"Under the tutelage of the Hero of Order and the West"

"To unite the divided children to he will attest"

"Combined the powers of 5 into one, one will muse"

"To fight for the fate of Zeus"

Artemis's eyes went wide. Did he just...

NO, it can't be. What the Hades was that...it had to be a trick...didn't it?

Artemis hit the floor, tears in her eyes. Now, because of some stupid prophecy, she'd have to break her oath. It wasn't like she could have a brain child...

She blinked, or could she?

Okay, so can anyone figure out what the non plot important prophecies were referring to? If so, respond in your reviews.

And as to how I just set this chapter up, its a point I've noticed in several Artemis kid stories, if she could ignore male wants and advances for so long, or resist the impulse to have a kid, why stop all of the sudden? Hence why this has become an inescapable requirement.

Lets see if anyone wants me to continue