AN – So I wrote this a long time ago and I want to update it a bit and approach some of the inconsistencies that became apparent after I originally posted. If you have anything you would like me to write in this universe let me know As usual I don't own any of the material.

The great city of Olympus was situated high above the clear sky of New York, that was blissfully ignorant of the great powers that made their home above them. Within the glorious golden city of Olympus stood the Great Temple that housed the council of the gods.

Within the Temple stood a semi-circle of grand stone thrones that sat the Gods themselves, directly opposite the large wooden doors at the highest throne sat Zeus, god of the sky's, with his brothers Poseidon, god of seas to his left and Hades, god of the underworld to his right. To their left and right sat the rest of the council of the gods Athena, Aphrodite and Artemis in varying stages of boredom. Ares sat sharpening his broad sword with long carful strokes, Hermes sat deftly checking his e-mail account on his forever present tablet as Hestia gently tended to her hearth with an experienced hand. The rest sat talking and debating about the merits of everything from battle strategies to sword grips.

Suddenly a blinding flash of light flashed in the centre of the throne room silenced the Gods chatter, and as the light faded it was replaced with three shadow like figures stood close together, slightly hunched over. The gods froze in surprise and shock of the sudden appearance of the fates as the middle fate began to speak.

"Gods of Olympus, long you have been betrayed by those closest to you. Children, grandchildren, siblings. No more." She stopped and raised her head slightly, looking individually at each of them, before lowering her head again, allowing for another sister to talk.

"We have watched closely. Your memories, those of the demi-gods. They have allowed us to come to a realisation, we have discovered a great flaw of the Gods." However, before she could continue an angry shout erupted from the right hand side, where a furious Ares stood, clutching his newly sharpened sword in his right hand as he began to advance towards the fates.

"How dare you insult us! We are Gods and you will treat us as such!"

Was all he could say before he was interrupted by Athena silencing him with an icy glare saying, "If they have a way to prevent this then it is our duty, as Gods Ares," she said, emphasising the duty of the Gods to put him in his place and quickly glanced at the rest of the Gods, "to listen to what they have to say to see if there is any merit to the idea they have concocted."

They all stood silent, uncertain of if they wanted to hear what the fates had to say, when the fates began again.

"We have found that most Demi-Gods only seek vengeance from there godly parent due to the absence of the parent in most of their younger years, currently Gods only get involved if they require something of them. It is not surprising that they become resentful. Previously they have only ever been a tool that the Gods have utilised when necessary"

Zeus stood and walked toward the fates. "That is the law set by us, to prevent wars that may harm the mortals. To break that could lead to disarray." He said shaking his head in dismissal.

The last sister sharply caught Zeus's gaze. "And if you do nothing it will lead to the majority of the Demi-Gods turning against you, the only reason most of them follow you is because they have older siblings who keep them on track."

Hermes stood to address the fates respectfully. "Who do they look to then if not us."

"A small group of Demi-Gods, Nico, son of Hades, Annabeth, daughter of Athena, Thalia, daughter of Zeus and Perseus, son of Poseidon. Though the daughter of Zeus and son of Poseidon are the two that make the final decisions. But at the moment the son of Poseidon is in charge."

"Why is that?" Zeus asked, intrigued as to why his daughter was not completely in charge as she was his child.

The first sister spoke again before anyone else could question anything, "That, God of the sky, you must discover for yourself. Now, from now on, on the 6th and 7th day of the week, Saturday and Sunday for the Demi-Gods, you will go down to the camp at day break and spend the whole of Saturday with your cabin. You will spend that night in your cabin and after Sunday at the camp you will return to Olympus after dinner and for the rest of the week you will complete your godly duties."

"What do we do?" The gods cried in desperation, uncertain of the new tasks requirements. Having to spend to whole days with their children as frequently as every week was an alien concept to even the most open minded God

The fates began to fade out but not before saying, "Be a parent." As if it was that simple.

The Gods sat, slumped on their thrones, minds wondering to when they last spoke to their children. They came to a startling discovery that some children they hadn't met at all and those they had, some had left the camp, other hadn't been spoken to in over 5 years. Maybe being a parent was not as easy as they first thought. It quickly became apparent that there would be plenty to accomplish whilst down in the camps. Trust would be of great importance.