A/N: I got the idea for this story reading one called Truth Is... So please enjoy!
Behind The Facade
The Winter Solctice was in full swing. Apollo and Artemis were arguing about who's older. Poseidon and Athena were arguing about their children, Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase, dating. Dionysus and Ares were comparing torture methods. Zeus and Hades were fighting about their daughters, Bianca di Angelo and Thalia Grace, and which was better. Aphrodite was trying to keep Hermes and Demeter from killing each other over plant fertilizer. Hephaestus was tinkering with a new project, demigod safe cellphones. Hera was talking to Hestia about a plan to stop the fighting. Hestia placed her two pinky fingers between her lips and let out a New York City-worthy cab whistle. The Olympians stopped bickering and looked at the daugter of Kronos and Rhea.
"Brothers, sister, nephews, nieces. Hera and I are done with your constant fighting! We have come up with a foolproof plan to stop the bickering." Hestia yelled.
"Yes, we have. The ten of you, everyone except Dionysus, will be turned into children by myself and Hestia. You will be staying at Camp Half-Blood until the fighting stops." Hera continued. Hestia turned to Zeus, Poseidon and Hades.
"Brothers, I understand you only have one child each, and I realize you had an oath until two summers ago, so you may tell your children." she turned to Artemis. "Niece, you must manipulate the Mist eniugh for everyone to believe you are a Huntress, a daughter of Selene, the old moon goddess." Hestia explained.
"The rest of you will claim yourselves as your own children. I will be there as well, as a Huntress recruit, Hestia will take her normal job at the Camp as the tender of the flames." Hera announced. She turned to her brothers and sister, whispering an Ancient Greek spell. Each Olympian began to shrink and become younger. On Zeus' throne sat a nineteen year old boy with jet black hair, stormy grey eyes and a nice tan. On Poseidon's throne sat a nineteen year old with the same jet black hair, sea green eyes and a very nice tan. On Hades' throne, a nineteen year old with obsydian black hair, dark brown eyes and stark white skin resided. Demeter had been replaced by a nineteen year old girl with wheat-blonde hair, chlorophyll green eyes and tan skin. Hera smiled at her work.
"Hail Zachary Helos, son of Zeus, Dianna Sawyer, daughter of Demeter, Peter Amphitrite, son of Poseidon and Harvey Philla, son of Hades." Hera beamed. Hestia turned to her nieces and nephews, whispering the same spell as Hera. In place of Artemis was a fifteen year old girl with auburn hair and silvery gold eyes. Beside her, Apollo had turned into a sixteen year old with blonde hair and blue eyes. Hermes was a sixteen year old with curly, dark brown hair and blue eyes. Ares was a seventeen year old with black hair and brown eyes.
"I present Alianna Ramirez, daughter of Selene, Austin Danner, son of Apollo, Harry MacMillan, son of Hermes and Alabaster Carnation, son of Ares." Hestia beamed. The pair turned to Aphrodite, smiling as they whispered. Aphrodite was replaced by a girl of about eighteen with strawberry blonde hair and glowing green eyes.
"Hail Alexa Cartwright, daughter of Aphrodite!" they chanted. Turning to Athena last, the two whispered the incantation sadly. Athena was their favourite neice. Athena was replaced by a thirteen year old girl with honey blonde curls and steely grey eyes.
"Hail Alissa Harnois, daughter of Athena!" Hera chanted. Hestia turned to her younger sister, whispering the spell. Hera shrunk to the size of a nineteen year old girl, with chocolate brown hair and eyes to match.
"Hail, Hannah Faulkner, daughter of Selene!" Hestia announced. Alianna gauked at the teen. Her aunt-slash-step-mother was going to be her half-sister. Wonderful. Hestia turned to Hephaestus, muttering the spell. A boyof about thirteen with curly back hair and golden-blonde hair sat in his place.
"Hail, Henry Cavner, son of Hephaestus!" She then turned to Dionysus, a different spell escaping her lips.
"Nephew, you will remeber nothing of today, and you shall not tell the secret we shall keep. The rest of you, with the exception of Hera, will not be able to turn back until the reversal spell is uttered. Now, leave. The eleven of you need to get to Camp Half-Blood as quickly as godly possible!" Hestia chided. The group of godly teens sadly headed to the door of the throne room and gumbled as they exited. No weapons, no powers, no nothing, until they got to camp and were 'claimed' by themselves. Joyful.
A/N: Whaddya think? Do you like? Hate? Despise? Love? Please. Tell me.