A/N: Long story short, this is a simple idea that I got, that I might just run with. I may or may not continue it, but much of that argument depends on the feedback I get. Lastly, this story includes a very familiar OC, if some of you remember him from one of my other stories: Timothy, Son of Hectate. I just love the kid way too much not to make him apart of this. Hope you enjoy!

Third Person POV

The cold air nipped at everyone as they slept. For a summer night, Camp Half-Blood was rather chilly. A young boy, about fourteen, slept silently in his cabin, praying in his dreams that he would not be awoken by anyone or anything. Unfortunately, his wish did not go through with whoever he was praying to.

Suddenly, a rustle of leaves was heard over the howling of the wind as the window pane of the Hectate Cabin was slowly opened up all the way to the top. A silent, black figure crept into the cabin carefully as the boys and girls slept quietly, some of them even unwillingly using magic above their heads.

The figure turned out to be a lean, somewhat muscular man with messy black hair, though if anyone were awake they could not tell. The only thing anyone could have deciphered was an unnatural glow to the man's green eyes. He slowly crept up precisely to the sleeping boy, who was snoring very loudly. He ran his fingers along the sheets and grabbed them at the hem, slowly pulling them off of the boy.

The man swallowed and put his hand on the boy's head, whispering ever so softly, "Tim, you awake?"

The young child shifted, cracked open his eyes, and yawned silently. He looked up, blinking. "Percy? What are you doing here?"

"'Bout to go smash on some Taco Bell. Wanna come?"

"Just us?"

"Naw, bro, you, Nico, Jason, and Mitchell, and I. You in?"

"Chiron said we can't leave camp like that."

"Hello? Senior Camper here. I practically run this place."

"O-OK, let me get my wallet—"

"No. I'm buying, my treat. Just get your shoes on and meet me outside by my Challenger."

Timothy walked outside his cabin and to the Challenger waiting for him. Percy and Mitchell were messing around, giving each other piggy back rides while Jason and Nico egged them on. Timothy walked up sheepishly, obviously nervous and tired. I mean, four of the most well-known campers at Camp-Half-Blood were asking him to hang out with them. That had to be impressive.

Percy stopped messing around and dropped Mitchell on his feet. They looked at each other and smirked.

"Tim," Mitchell said, shaking his hand. "Wanna have an adventure?"

"Pardon, Mitchell, sir?"

"You don't have to call any of us sir. But yes. An adventure."

"Sure…"

The boys all yelled down the hill with glee, not afraid to awaken the sleeping campers above. Percy indefinitely sped in the car, paying no mind to the numerous signs signifying speed limits.

The boys stopped immediately at the side of a lone road. Though dark and chilly, the only one who was truly frightened was Timothy, who thought the scene looked like the first kill in a horror movie.

"Have I got a story for you," Percy mused, turning off his car engine. "Wanna hear? The weak-hearted should probably start cuddling."

The boys laughed and shoved each other, leaning in to hear Percy's tale.

As if on cue, a rush of wind had blown past the vehicle, and it was soon followed by utterly massive boar charging through the woods. Immediately after this, beams of silver light flashed past the trees as if they were following the animal.

"What was that?" Timothy asked, genuinely scared.

"Why we brought you out here tonight," Jason said, trying not to laugh. "They're friends of ours. The most badass chicks you'll ever meet."

"Who?"

"The Hunters of Artemis."

Percy fixed his positioned and leaned against the back of the seat, inhaling as he did so. "OK," he whispered. "Here we go. The Legend of the Hunters."

Long ago, there was a woman who was charmed by Zeus, God of the Skies. Her name was Leto. Zeus being the man he is could not resist the beauty and charm of the magnificent woman.

Unfortunately, Leto was forbidden by the jealous Hera to give birth anywhere on the earth but the floating island of Delos, which provided her much needed sanctuary. Immediately after her birth, Artemis helped her mother deliver Apollo, God of the Sun.

When she was three years old, Artemis asked her father to grant her one wish. She desired, among other things, a silver bow. She held a passion for hunting and wanted to roam the wilderness forever, until the end of her days. He held a special pride for his daughter, so Zeus granted her wish. He also took a vow on the River Styx that he would never force her to marry or have children. The River Styx, of course, is a river in the Underworld that a God can swear on, which entails unbreakable promises.

"Yeah, they're unbreakable alright," Nico and Jason chortled.

"Shut up, you two!" Percy growled. "I'm trying to teach Timothy something!"

Artemis once befriended a huntsman named Orion. As they spent more time together, Artemis began to fall in love with the demigod. Jealous of their relationship, her brother Apollo sent a scorpion to kill the man. When the scorpion succeeded, Artemis was devastated by the loss. To honor him, Artemis sent both Orion and the scorpion into the sky as constellations.

Many stories were told of Artemis defending her virginity from others. Many such as the giant Otus, had tried to seize her for his wife. Others such as Actaeon were punished for seeing her nude form. Many of Artemis' myths placed her in the role of an avenger. She is said to have caused quick deaths to her victims with her silver arrows.

To ensure her status as a virgin, Artemis started recruiting. Any woman, demigod, mortal, or nymph could join her. Join her in what, you ask? To defend the world from evil as the Hunters. The Hunters of Artemis.

"Wow," Timothy imagined. "I'd love to meet them."

"That might not be such a good idea," Mitchell chuckled. "Trust me, they wouldn't like you."

"But…why? I'm cool right?"

Before Mitchell could answer, Percy thumped him and cleared his throat. "I'LL tell him, thank you very much."

The Hunters traveled all over the world, hunting rogue Gods, Monsters, even Titans. Until one Hunter came along and changed everything.

Zoë Nightshade.

Zoë was a formidable Hunter and a fierce warrior. An old friend of hers betrayed her, however. The hero you all know as Hercules.

Hercules was a brave hero, or as many people had believed him to be. After giving him her prized hair pin, Hercules left her at the mercy of her cruel family. His promises of love, marriage, and loyalty burned faster than he set the flames.

Luckily, Artemis found her and took pity on her. It was from then on that every Hunter had to swear on oath: to stand by Artemis' side and forsake the company of men forever.

"So…they don't like boys?" Timothy said, brokenheartedly.

"Not one bit," Nico said, this time a bit more serious. "Except for maybe Percy, Jason and I."

"Thanks, dick," Mitchell growled, shoving Nico against the seat, causing the boys to laugh.

"Guys, SHUT up, for one second!" Percy tried not to shout, afraid of catching the Hunter's attention. "I'm not finished yet!"

Timothy sat up, eager to hear Percy speak again.

"Look," Percy said seriously, "the point is, watch your back around these girls. There is no boy version of this group. They are men-hating, tough-as-nails girls who are incredibly relentless."

At that point, the boys covered their eyes to a flash of light. In front of them stood a proud looking God, his arms crossed cockily. It was Apollo, God of the Sun.

"Ha," Apollo mused, unafraid of the volume of his own voice. "No boy version, eh? That may change very soon."

Percy sat in disbelief, and sureness that they were alone and that no one had followed them. And here was living proof that they were not as sneaky as they had previously thought.

"What do you mean, Lord Apollo?" Mitchell asked carefully, with as much respect as he could muster.

"There's a disturbance near Olympus. The Gods say that I should check it out, but I can't do it alone."

"So you need your own…Hunters?"

"Simply a strike-force," Apollo shrugged. "Whatever is made of it is obviously made of it."

"Who did you have in mind?"

"All five of you: Percy, Jason, Nico, Mitchell, and our new boy, Timothy."

Timothy's eyes lit up slightly. The idea of helping the God of the Sun on a covert operation excited him beyond his own comprehension.

"Of course, there's room for more, but that has yet to be determined."

"What about Artemis?" Percy asked skeptically. "If she finds out, it's all of our heads on a spit."

"She doesn't have to know," Apollo said trying not to chuckle. "You in or out?"

The boys eyed each other expectantly, hoping someone would say "no." But unfortunately, no one wanted to speak up in fear of being disintegrated by the young, temperamental God. Percy looked at his friends, and smiled warmly. The boys smiled back, seeing the opportunity and sheer fun of the idea. The Son of Poseidon looked up at the immortal and nodded, earning a grin from him.

"No costumes. No bows. No tiaras. Just business. Welcome to the Agents of Apollo."

"Cheesy name bro. Aren't you afraid of copyright infringement?" Nico joked.

"How 'bout you shut the hell up and get on board? Now let's go, I don't want my sister to know about this."

And with a final flash of light, the boys and the God were gone.

A/N: OK, I know that it seems like a take off of many other authors' ideas, but I promise that my take on it is a little bit different. Reviews, Reviews, Reviews, people. And for a change, feel free to tell me what you all would like to happen. Maybe even an OC, or a few, I don't mind. Just let me know, PM me, or whatever. I really wanna make this one unique!

– Chris