"I say we try again." Zeus said, determined. "I fear He is rising and we need a savior right now. Someone to guide the child of the prophecy. Any ideas on how to do it?" Athena spoke up. "How about we try with a human child? Just focusing our powers together created monstrous results." "Great idea, but how do we get the kid?" Apollo asked. The gods sat in silence, trying to think of a solution. "Hera created Hephaestus on her own, maybe we could do the same to a human child. I saw we gather together all the goddesses of motherhood and anything to do with that. They'll create the child." Aphrodite suggested. Athena and the others looked at her in surprise. "What?" she asked, checking out her perfectly manicured nails. "Just because I'm pretty doesn't mean I can't be smart or have ideas." They nodded in agreement. "I'm in, under one condition. It has to be a girl." Artemis said. Zeus nodded. "Alright," he agreed.
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Hera and Artemis walked in, holding the hands of a six year old girl. She had straight, long, dirty blonde hair; big blue green eyes and rosy cheeks littered with freckles. "Let's get this started." Zeus said. They walked her into the magnificent throne room. They looked at her, standing in the middle of the room. "Leadership, air, lightning." Zeus whispered. He blasted her with lightning. Hera refused to give her my thing. "Green thumb." Demeter whispered and entangled her with a vine. Hestia had said earlier that she had nothing to give her. "Charmspeak, beauty." Aphrodite whispered. She enveloped her in a pink light. "Brains." Athena whispered and also entangled her in a olive tree branch. "Bow, animals." Artemis whispered. She blasted her with moonlight. Dionysus was too drunk to do anything. "Fire, blacksmithing." Hephaestus whispered and shot a white hot blast of fire at her. "Bow, prophecies, healing." Apollo whispered and hit her with pure sunlight. "Water, sea life." Poseidon whispered, encasing her in water. "Death, riches." Hades grumbled. He struck her with bits of precious stones and metals. "Weapons." Ares growled. He drowned her in blood. The little girl hadn't made a sound through all of this. Suddenly, she rose up into the air. Glowing, brighter than the sun, she exploded. The ashes to swirl, taking the shape of a body. The ashes blew off, revealing the girl's body. But, she was different. Instead of straight, dirty blonde hair; her hair was wavy, almost to the point of curly and had more blonde highlights. Instead of her skin, practically brown with freckles, there were only a few now on her face, on the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Zeus ordered everyone out except himself, Athena and Aphrodite.