Hey guys! This story popped into my head and I decided to write it down. Enjoy!

PERCY

Thalia and I were in the Camp Half-Blood van. It said "Delphi Strawberry Services" on the side of the front door, as a disguise. Argus was driving us in the front, as me and Thalia were in the back looking out the window. The streets of New York were busy - as usual.

"Why would the gods summon us to Olympus so quickly after the quest to save Artemis?" I asked. It has been bothering me the whole day. I was worried that Zeus might fry me alive or something. I didn't do anything wrong since the last time we were in the throne room, but sometimes the gods can be highly unpredictable. "Do you think they changed their minds and decided to kill us, the children of the Big Three."

"No idea," Thalia replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Hopefully nothing is wrong."

"Let's hope."

Argus stopped the van in front of the Empire State Building.

"Thanks Argus," Thalia said. "Just wait out here, we will be back."

"Hopefully," I mumbled.

We hopped out of the car, and walked into the lobby. The receptionist at the front was on the phone with someone. Thalia and I walked up to the counter.

"I'm sorry, he's in a meeting," said the receptionist into the phone. "Hold on for one moment." He pressed the hold button. "What do you want, kids?"

"We need to get to the 600th floor," Thalia said.

"There is no 600th floor, so thank you for wasting my time," he was about to go back to his call, until I leaned over the counter.

"You wouldn't want me to call down all of the highly-trained demigods from Camp Half-Blood, right?" I threatened.

He rolled his eyes. "Go on ahead," he motioned towards the elevator. We walked into the elevator, until a man in a business walked in, and pressed the floor number 31 button.

"What floor, kids?" He offered to push the button for us.

"Uh…" I replied dopily.

"Number 32." Thalia said quickly.

"E. & M. Publications?"He asked.

"Yeah. Ugh... our dad works there." I lied. It sounded more like a question than it did an answer. Thalia rolled her eyes at my stupid answer.

The man shrugged, and pressed the button. On floor 27, the elevator doors opened. "Have a good day," he said as he walked out of the elevator.

As soon as the doors closed. We both let out a sigh of relief. "That was close," I muttered.

"No kidding."

We watched the floor numbers rise. 450... 500... 550... 600! The doors opened slowly.

We entered the throne room. The walls were gold and the floor was made of marble. All of the gods sat in their individual thrones. Aphrodite was filing her nails – typical. Hephaestus was reconfiguring some kind on machine. Apollo was singing "I'm Too Sexy" quietly to himself. Demeter was eating whole-grain cereal, and Ares was sharpening a very long and sharp-looking blade. Hades was lounging on is throne, looking bored. Only Zeus and Poseidon looked attentive.

"I hope we're not late," Thalia whispered to me. "I'd hate to get blasted by my own father."

"And I'd hate to be turned into sea kelp. Then I'd trulybe a Seaweed Brain."

Thalia tried not to snicker, so she held it in, and we both walked towards the center of the Throne Room. We knelt to the gods. I started to feel myself sweating. Who knows what the gods want from us?

"The council had come to order," Zeus declared. "My Daughter, Thalia Grace, and Son of Poseidon, Perseus Jackson, please step forward." We did as he told us and moved closer towards him.

"We have called this meeting on behalf of how Poseidon and I made a deal years ago," Zeus began. "It was right when Percy was born. We made the decision that the our demigod children, would be married when Perseus reached the age of fifteen. And then, after they have been wed, they would become immortal and become a god or goddess."

I looked at Thalia in shock. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was wide open.

I turned fifteen in less than a year. (six months to be exact). And the gods expected me to marry Thalia at that early age? This is ridiculous!