So this is a story that I'm revamping. I looked back on it, realized that I still liked the premise and that I'd already written 25k words, and decided to post it again. I spent the last few weeks editing it, so I like it a lot better now. And here we are. Author's Note at the close.

Title: Little Three

Rating: T, for foul-language and possibly gruesome scenes

Genres: Adventure, Friendship, Romance, (some) Angst, (hopefully some) Humor, Hurt/Comfort, (some) Drama

Summary: "Three girls, one Prophecy, and a war that could end life as we know it. Saving the world isn't easy, especially when you're still in high school. Watch as three best friends try to conquer their problems when their lives are suddenly accelerated and their time begins to run out."

Warnings: OC-central (but don't worry. There are canon characters and no one dates any of them), very mild Percabeth, suggestive and foul language, violence, and some irritating sulking (trust, I hated writing it, but it comes later on).

Also, this is continuing as if the Heroes of Olympus series never happens. Enjoy!

Chapter One - Prologue

The room was quiet, the atmosphere tense. Apollo stood alone at the center of the throne room, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot, the rest of the Olympians' eyes locked upon him. Even Hades had been invited to Olympus to hear the news, and was staring at Apollo just as intently, for the God of Light had just delivered a prophecy that completely contradicted everything the gods knew about their children. More specifically, everything they knew about the children of the Big Three.

The Great Prophecy stated that the next child of any of the three held the potential to destroy the world. The gods all took this as a sign that Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades simply could sire any more children in order to eradicate the risk entirely. But now…

"So," Zeus finally spoke up, breaking the silence, but not the tension, "this new prophecy? It states that we need to have children; exactly what the Great Prophecy forbids?"

Apollo's head was hanging low. Even the God of Prophecy was confused as to how this could happen, and it interfered with his usual relaxed attitude. Having no other answer, Apollo simply nodded his head solemnly.

"Does…" Zeus peered over at his wife, who was looking angrier than anyone else on the council, but at least had the decency to try and hide it. Zeus cleared his throat and continued, "Do any children already born count?"

"No," Apollo answered quickly.

"Why not?"

Apollo tore away from his thoughts for a moment and looked up skeptically at his father. "Is that a real question? Are you asking me why the prophecy is what it is?"

Zeus leaned back in his throne and let out a gruff, "I suppose not."

"I cannot believe this," Hera muttered, turning everyone's attention toward her.

"Hera, I know that this totally sucks for you, but—" Aphrodite tried to explain, but Hera stopped her sentence short.

"I DON'T LIKE IT!" she exploded, rising from her throne. "I FINALLY HAVE MY HUSBAND BACK AND AWAY FROM THE MORTAL WOMEN, AND NOW THIS?!"

"Hera," Apollo warned, "I know that you probably want to blow something up right now, or relentlessly harass the daughter of Zeus. But no matter how much any of us might want to kill them after they're born, we can't."

"Why not?!"

"While I disagree with the way she is expressing her anger," Athena piped up, "Hera does have a point. We should think this through. How do we know that this isn't going to force the Great Prophecy to become a reality? What if we are leading ourselves to our demise?"

Apollo rolled his eyes at his fellow Olympians, wondering why everyone suddenly felt the need to question his prophecies.

"Because—" he stressed, but then the door to the throne room burst open.

"Because of me," the goddess on the other side of the door stated. Hera looked the goddess up and down, studying everything about her: Her loosely-curled caramel locks cascading from the top of her head to her shoulders and down her back; her forest green eyes; the look of pure innocence on her face. It was almost hard to look at her. If Hera even slightly lost her focus, it was as if the goddess had disappeared.

Being the Queen of the Gods, Hera recognized her immediately. She huffed dramatically and threw herself back into her seat, knowing that she wanted to stop the goddess but also knowing that there was nothing she could do.

"Well, now that we are all thoroughly convinced," Artemis said before turning to address the Big Three, "if I were you three, then I'd get to … it."

*Nine Months Later*

It was this day that the Olympians had all been dreading.

It was on this day that the daughter of Zeus was born, and the trio was completed.

It was on this day that the children were presented their weapons to aid them when their time to fight came.

It was on this day that a blessing was given, and it was on this day that three mothers met and understood the dangers that their only daughters were in.

So after this chapter, the rest of the story will rotate POVs between the three main characters. Unfortunately, I didn't get to entirely revamp the story because it was already so long and the POV pattern put me in a little bit of a box, but I'm so much more proud of it now than I was when I started re-editing. So I hope you all like it too!

I'm trying this thing where I make my stories more interactive, so I'm going to be asking questions at the ends of my chapters. This was a pretty straight-forward chapter, so there won't be a question this time, but let me know how you're feeling about the story so far anyway!