Three pairs of red eyes stared at the young male that had dropped the pairs from seven. His scent had not been powerful, but a lone demigod in the middle of the woods was too much for creatures from Tartarus to pass up. With the scent that the monsters had caught, they thought it would be an easy meal, but the celestial bronze weapons proved otherwise and now the pack was severely depleted. They would barely be able to take down a small group now thanks to the teen in front of them, but they would definitely be taking this one that had wounded the pack and they could tell the demigod in front of them was running out of steam.

The young male demigod panted, trying to suck in enough breath to keep going as he fought down the pain of his numerous wounds. Fighting one on seven with monsters that had hunted demigods for centuries was not a fun experience and his brown hair was plastered to his forehead by sweat and blood. His eyes though, his brown eyes were just as strong as they were when the fight started and although he was worried about what was coming next, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes at the possible fight. He wasn't a child of Ares or any of Ares' offspring, but that could be easily mistaken for his battle lust that always seemed to appear.

Just as the three hellhounds prepared to attack together, a war horn sounded through the clearing pausing the four beings. Two dozen girls stepped out from the woods and they were led by what appeared to be a young girl with auburn hair. The young man turned to the hell hounds that were now whimpering as all the pointy objects were aimed at them. "Think you could take me out before they deal with you?" In answer the monsters burst into a cloud of golden dust as silver arrows embedded themselves into the ground. "Selfish bastards," He muttered.

Kicking the dust a little and muttering about selfish bastards, the young demigod walked over to one of the piles of dust and picked up two daggers that were underneath the pile. Just as he was about to leave and avoid talking to those that had interrupted the fight one of the girls stepped up and tried to force a bit of intimidation on him.

"You think you are just going to leave with my daggers, boy?" She spat out the word boy as if it were a curse and she was flanked by two other girls.

The male simply raised his eyebrow, not at all impressed. "Your daggers? Well, if you attack me with one, I'll take it as a spoil of war, but other than that no plans."

"As if you could take me," The girl scoffed, "And I'm talking about the daggers that you just sheathed. Those are mine and I'll be taking them back," She said extending her hand.

Before he could retort the auburn girl that had let the group out of the woods made her way over and inserted herself into the conversation. "What seems to be going on here? And who are you?"

"I am Alan, son of one of the Olympian goddesses and apparently, your hunters suck Lady Artemis as this one claims to have missed her target and thrown two of her daggers all the way over here," Alan answered. He wasn't the politest, but when his mother and Artemis seemed to be constantly at each other's throats, he wasn't going to be.

"What did you say boy!" The girl that had tried to grab the daggers snarled as she drew her bow and pointed it at his face.

"Put it away little girl," He waived off the threat and to the surprise of everyone, the girl did just that, "The grownups are talking."

"A son of Aphrodite," A raven haired girl spoke, one with a tiara on her head, "What are thee doing out here away from camp? After all a child of that goddess can not fight."

The cheery disposition on Alan's face disappeared and he sent a cold look at the hunter that just spoke. "Put your dagger against you throat, all of you," He commanded and they did so. Even Artemis struggled for a brief moment before casting off the demigod's charmspeak. "The four dust piles that you hunters had no hand in speak otherwise, but we don't really have to fight now do we? Even Lady Artemis struggled for a moment."

The charmspeak had been broken and now every female in the clearing was glaring icy daggers at Alan, "You don't understand why my brothers and sisters act like they do, do you? My mother is as powerful as Kronos and Atlas if not more so and it took the combined forces of the Big Three and their siblings to take him down. If she wanted to Lady Artemis, my mother could have you break your vows easily and make you enjoy it. Now, take part of her powers and place them in a body of a mortal and my siblings and I are lucky we can even somewhat function without blowing up. When we are claimed, it's always around the age of twelve, always near the age of puberty when explorations in my mother's domain typically begins. That is why the children of Aphrodite seem so scattered all the time. If we make it to eighteen, we can finally control the power that was given to us by our mother, but since you all share the same opinion as the campers do, it's a rare time when Aphrodite's kids make it to their eighteenth and when they do they usually have no desire to stick around the idiots that never tried to help them."

"Then how are you able to function?" Artemis asked, heat still in her voice as the thought of what this boy was able to do to her girls, but for some reason she was fascinated as well.

"I was claimed earlier than my siblings and earlier than many half-bloods period. I already had a decent grasp of what mom gives her children before I entered puberty. Same thing supposedly happens with Demeter's children as well. Now I just have to wait as my powers grow stronger every year." Now the girls around Alan were scoffing as he defended what was in their minds two of the weakest cabins at Camp Half-Blood that never showed much power. Artemis on the other hand was truly thinking about what the boy said. It made sense in a way that she did not want to admit that Aphrodite was so much more powerful than she was as she was constantly fighteing with her fellow Olympian. Her aunt's children being so powerful also made sense as she was a sibling of the Big Three and older than Zeus. Her children having immense power was not a huge leap when thinking about the kids that came from her brothers.

"Why are you out here?"

"Making my way to camp, enjoying a bit of nature and taking on the few monsters that are attracted by my scent. Unfortunately for me, I ran into seven hellhounds," He shrugged. "Now it looks like I need to go straight to camp and get these wounds checked, so if you'll excuse me."

He turned to leave, but the girl that had first stopped him made her presence known once again. "You're not leaving with my daggers!"

"They're not your daggers," Alan said blandly and then withdrew one, "Unless of course, you admit that you stole from one of my siblings." He pointed to the symbol of Aphrodite on the hilts. "Then of course, I'll be taking them as recompense anyways." With that Alan walked away and disappeared within the trees. As he left, many of the hunters spoke ill things about the boy who had threatened them and disregarded their mistress. Artemis and her lieutenant however, had looks on their faces that showed they were not simply dismissing his words out of hand. He was a powerful individual at what looked to be fifteen and if what he said was true, well it needed further research.

It was a few hours later, after her girls had set up camp for the next few days, that Artemis found time to appear on Olympus and for the first time ever, willingly arrive at Aphrodite's temple. "Artemis!" The bubbly persona of the goddess of love greeted her. "This is a surprise," Aphrodite claimed while ushering her in, "What can I do for you?"

"I met a boy in the forest just a few hours ago," Artemis began, but was cut off by Aphrodite's squeal.

"Oh, Artemis has her first crush, this is so exciting. Who is he? Do I know him?"

"It isn't like that Aphrodite," She glared at the other goddess, but forcefully calmed herself. She needed answers and just hoped the love goddess would be serious for once. "Though yes, you do know him. He is your son, a boy called Alan."

Aphrodite adopted a hard gaze that chilled Artemis to the core as she never realized her fellow Olympian could look like that, "What did you do to him? Speak."

Unable to control herself and the bit of fear that was growing inside her, Artemis did as she was told. "Nothing, nothing," She cried, "My hunters stumbled upon him and dispatched the last three hellhounds that were attacking him. One of my hunters demanded his daggers and claimed them as her own, but he took care of her and the rest of my hunters and then left to make his way to camp."

The harsh glare disappeared from Aphrodite's gaze as she nodded in acceptance, her charmspeak not allowing anyone to lie to her when she commanded it. "I know I'm not supposed to have favorites, but Alan is easily my favorite of my sons. So you met him, but why are you here?"

"He said some things that worried me, could you really make me break my vows?"

The predatory grin that appeared on Dite's face was another thing that Artemis never thought she would see. "He commanded all of your girls didn't he? The answer is all over your face and I am so proud of him. Artemis, I could make you break your vows with your brother and enjoy it, while Zeus and his brothers lick the ground I walk on with but a few simple words and some power. If I wanted to, I could become queen of Olympus quite easily and Zeus knows this as does Hera which is why they are smart enough to not piss me off. You ask me if I could control you, and the answer is simply quite easily."

Artemis shuddered at the revelation and with morbid curiosity asked her question, "Then why don't you take over? The other gods don't respect you and demigods certainly don't respect your children, so why don't you show them all?"

"And do you respect me now Artemis? Do you respect me or do you fear me?" Aphrodite's grin fading away to be replaced by a melancholy expression.

"Perhaps fear is a better description," Artemis admitted grudgingly, unable to believe that the goddess she argued with the most was more than her outer appearance.

"Fear is a horrible thing for me, Artemis. While most consider hate to be my opposite, fear is truly my antithesis. I get no enjoyment from causing fear, I am the goddess of love for Chaos' sake! I have no reason to ever cause fear in someone. Besides, what would I do if I was forced to rule? No, I much prefer my position now. If you want to continue arguing with me as Athena does, do not be afraid to do so. After all, I've survived centuries so far and the insults you two come up with are quite amusing, but now that you know just what I am capable of I would suggest you stay out of dangerous territory."

Artemis took that as her dismissal and she was truly grateful with the thoughts running through her head she knew she needed time to sort it all out. "Thank you 'Dite," Artemis said as she made her way to the door. Just as she placed her hand on the door, Aphrodite spoke once more.

"Oh Artemis, Alan is my favorite son. I know he is a demigod and his life will be hard, but if one of your hunters takes it upon herself to harm him, you will not have to worry about having someone like that in your hunt. She, and every hunter that stands by and laughs at Alan's misfortune, will no longer be maidens and they will be taken forcefully. Ta ta now," 'Dite waved her hands and smiled as Artemis grew pale and left quickly.

When the moon goddess was gone from her temple, Aphrodite turned to look at her viewing mirrors arrayed on the wall, one for each of her children. She gazed into Alan's mirror and saw that had her son had stopped for the night just a few miles away from camp, his designer jeans and fitted top having repaired themselves already due to her blessing. "Well done my son, well done," She whispered as he wrapped his wounds. "I have big plans for you and I can't wait until everybody realizes how powerful love truly is."

A/N: Yes, I know another story when I have three or four others going on at the moment and a sequel promised, but what can I say. When inspiration strikes you gotta write and this only took me a few hours. I got the inspiration after reading Aphrodite's origins and then thinking about her kids in the story. I was going to make this a crossover with Harry Potter, but I didn't feel like dealing with magic. I don't know where this story is going or when I will update, but here it is. If I do decide on pairings, I'm leaning towards my OC and Thalia.

Think of this also as a challenge, only a few gods had a demigod to look up to and appreciate when there were plenty of Olympians that didn't get their chance to shine. I would love to see a child of Demeter kick Percy's ass when they try to earthquake each other or something like that.