On my poll, out of the nine people so far who voted, this was on the first to get 3 votes, though the poll is still open, and I will still write the ones that get a lot of votes. PLEASE VOTE ON MY POLL!

Uhhh…..to the story!

Oh, btw, I realized that no one ever writes an Artemis/Hermes pairing, yet I've seen Artemis fall for demigods. I think Artemis and Hermes would make a good couple, so this is SLIGHTLY HaAR (Hermes and Artemis Romance) though it will really only be hints…

CHAPTER ONE

THE COUGH

It was the winter solace, and Hermes was making his way through the halls to the Throne Room, like any other solace meeting. The problem: he had lost his voice this morning due to a sore throat. He was also more tired then normal, though yawning hurt his throat. What in the name of Olympus is wrong with me? I can barely breath through my mouth without my throat burning! He thought. And yet, Zeus still expected a report on the number of messages, and everyone had to hear the messages they hadn't been able to hear because of Hermes tight schedule. All eyes turned to him as he entered the room and made his way to his throne.

"You're late." Zeus stated. Hermes only shrugged. Demeter began her report –more like complaining to Hermes- about the crops, then it went to Ares, Apollo, Artemis, and by then, Hermes was asleep. Apollo, with a small, LED light –that some of the other gods said was more of a S.U.V (Super, ultra violent)- woke Hermes up by shining it in forced-open eyes. He groaned, and tried to push it away, but Apollo was persistent, and eventually, he woke up and looked up.

"What messages did you not get to deliver?" Zeus asked, and from the annoyed way he said it, it was clear he asked it earlier. Hermes gulped, and shook his head.

Zeus raised an eyebrow.

"You haven't been able to deliver all messages before the council for millions of years, Hermes. We all know you didn't deliver them all now. Speak."

Again, all Zeus got in reply was Hermes shaking his head. It was clear Zeus was trying to hold back his frustration.

"WHY wont you speak?" he asked. By now, everyone was glaring at the curly-haired, light-footed Olympian. They didn't like their time being wasted.

"SPEAK!" Zeus snapped.

"I cant!" Hermes tried to snap back, but his voice was hardly above a whisper, and his throat burned like someone had rubbed it raw and was holding a blow torch on it.

"Dude, what happened to your voice?" Apollo exclaimed.

"What do you think, Apollo? He lost it." Artemis snapped at her brother.

"Well, if he lost it, then he wouldn't be able to speak." Apollo stated matter-of-factly.

"Then he has a sore throat!" Artemis replied.

"Does it really matter?" Dionysus sighed.

"Shhh! Maybe they'll start fighting!" Ares said excitedly.

"Will just give up the violence already? You know it only makes things worse." Aphrodite stated.

"That never stopped you before. And you started the Trojan War, so you caused violence in the past too." Hephaestus stated. They continued arguing, until they relized Apollo had completely gone silent. They looked over to him staring blankly at the floor, eyes distant. When he looked up again, he stared at Hermes and shook his head.

"You need to lay down, and get rest. Things are going to get so much harder." He looked over to Dionysus.

"You should return to Camp Half-Blood and get someone to go on a quest to harvest the sap of the tallest tree in the stretch of Rocky Mountains the cut through Colorado. As soon as possible."

"Why, should I go through all that trouble?" Dionysus asked lazily.

"I'll tell you all later." He stated, then got up, and dragged Hermes out of the room and away from all the others.

Perhaps one of the biggest disasters –next to the second Titan War- was about to unfold.

CHAPTER ONE

Camp Half-Blood

Travis's POV

I ducked father behind the bushes as she passed. She came here a few weeks ago, and was claimed almost immediately. She spent a lot of time with Nico di Angelo, but only because they were in some odd way related. She was a daughter of Persephone, and by far one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. Her black hair was silky and hung down to her mid back, and her eyes were a wonderful shade of forest green. Her name is Amanda.

"We know you're in there, Travis." Nico growled. Why is he always in such a sour mood? I tried to remain hidden, but Conner ruined that by running up from behind me somewhere, and trip over me. I grunted and I rolled out from the bush, Conner tumbling over me, until I hit my hand on the ground, with by younger brother crashing over me and landing a few feet away from me, laughing.

I looked up to see Nico storm past, as normal, in a bad mood, and Amanda scurrying behind him. she looked over and smiled at me. I think I blushed, but I know I smiled back.

"Dude, the Demeter cabin is gonna KILL us." Conner laughed.

"What did you do now?" I asked, pulling myself up.

"You'll find out soon enough." He smirked. And he was right. Pretty soon we were being tied to the ground with ivy vines, then the people in the Demeter cabin came into view and surrounded us. They looked mad. Really mad. Then I relized why. Conner had somehow made them all have hot-pink hair and died every white piece of clothing they had pink.

"Katie, you have pink hair! Now you twice as-"

I never finished in insulting because she kicked me there of all places and stuffed mud in my face. I groaned and spit the mud out of my mouth.

"You kick hard….."

then we heard the horn. The horn Chiron uses when there's an emergency. He used a lot when Luke, one of my half-brothers, turned all evil and tried to destroy the world. The vines released us, I didn't feel the pain where I was kicked, and the Demeter cabin forgot their anger at having their hair painted pink. Instead we all ran toward the sword arena where we heard the trumpeting sound. When we got there, me and Conner weaved our way through the people until we found the rest of our cabin. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't Chiron who blew the horn. It was Mr. D. and for maybe the first time ever, it looked like he was worried.

"The Council of the gods ended early today." He said. That's the first sign this is bad.

"Because Hermes is…for now, only sick."

Really bad.

"And possibly, this could lead to more death….."

REALLY bad.

"He has a cough…."

A cough cant be THAT bad, can it?

"-that can kill the gods. He could be dying-"

REALLY, REALLY, REALLY BAD!

"And if he dies, so does his children."

Is there any other way to get my point across that is this is REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY BAD!

"But Apollo said if a quest is completed, that there's a chance he may be able to cure Hermes….."

THANK YOU!

"But doesn't mean it will work."

Must he rain on my parade?

"Who's willing to go on this q-"

"I WILL!" I yelled.

Mr. D turned his purple eyes to me, and I had a feeling something was going to wrong on this quest….