A/N: Enjoy! Mind you, this will be erratically updated because I don't like typing up my schtuff.
"MERCURY!" Jupiter roared, shaking the empty throne room.
Mercury raced to his father's side. "Yes, Lord Jupiter?" He asked timidly.
Jupiter's eye twitched. "I knew you were a bad parent, but this- this is too much."
"What's too much?" Mercury's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"You sent your child to the wrong camp!" Jupiter bellowed, frustrated. "The girl you haven't claimed yet!"
The Roman gods had made a promise to the demigods, about a year ago. The promise said that gods would send their children to the camp by the age of thirteen at the latest, and claim them by no later than sixteen. Mercury was just now sending his daughter to the camp. She was almost sixteen by now, and her mother was distressed; the girl had run away from home soon after the Titan War had ended.
"Oh," Mercury replied meekly. "I see. Is she already there?"
Jupiter spat out, "Yes, she is. You have two options: if the Greek camp accepts her, she may stay there instead of coming to Camp Jupiter. If within a month they do not accept her, you will wipe her memory and put her in the Roman camp."
"And… my other option?" Mercury swallowed the lump in his throat.
"She goes on her own. No help from anyone. Gaea may have her."
Mercury stammered, "But… surely that is too harsh, my lord! She could be the key to Gaea succeeding to overthrow us!"
"End of story. You are dismissed!" Jupiter waved his hand, and the throne room dissolved. Mercury sped to where he wanted to go: Chiron's office.
A girl he thought he recognized stood looking at a few old photographs. "Lord Hermes?" She frowned. "Why are you here?"
"I'm Mercury." He peered out the window at Half-Blood Hill. Sure enough, his daughter was running from a hydra, red curls bouncing around her. "The girl who is arriving- tell Chiron I have a message about her. And go help her- she can't kill a hydra with no weapon."
With that, Mercury disappeared, leaving a puzzled Annabeth to race out the door and grab a few spare daggers. Annabeth rounded Thalia's tree and hoped the girl was somewhat competent with a weapon.