Author's Note: Happy New Year, enjoy this chapter!
Grover sneaked in, as much as he could; he was late and his throne was empty. He took his seat and looked at the others. It was good that everyone was together, he smiled and chuckled. Leaning back, he closed his eyes, relaxed, he didn't realize he had fallen asleep; the dream showed the scene at camp, the collapsing demigods.
"Grover, are you alright?" Artemis' voice shook him awake.
"Uh," he shook the brunette curls from his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"You were screaming and nearly fell out of your seat," she stated.
He caught the ideas of all the gods around him. "Uh," he choked out. "I had a dream, and I think something is happening at Camp Half-Blood."
"Retell the dream, Grover Underwood," Zeus spoke.
"Well it seemed that the demigods at Camp were rolling in pain, and collapsed, and then it ended."
A few gods gasped; Poseidon and Athena looked the most worried. "Does anyone know what could have happened?" He stood up. "Do you have any idea, Athena?" Poseidon's voice echoed through the hall.
"Are you suggesting I had something to do with the disappearance of our children?" she exclaimed in fury.
"Oh, never, no," he responded. "I was merely asking what your ideas were on who was responsible. Because surely you must have an idea, now don't you?" Poseidon tried staying calm.
"I have little idea who would be capable, at this moment," Athena paused, "but I will do everything in my power to find out who did this to our children."
"The meeting shall ended. There will be another one when more information comes to light." Zeus paused, "Olympians, Grover, Chiron, and any other satyrs, please stay behind."
The gods flashed out leaving the leftover gods and satyrs and Chiron in a circle. "Zeus, what is going to happen at Camp Half-blood now?" Chiron asked.
"The satyrs will span America and collect the unclaimed demigods around the world who are close to their claiming age. Many of them are younger than our eighteen year-olds, but there are many above the age of ten." Zeus looked at the gods, calmly. "I want you, the satyrs, to begin with the demigods on the east coast and move west. I would also prefer the hunters to stay at camp in the Artemis cabin to help the new-coming half-bloods."
"But father!" Artemis protested, "We could help get the demi-"
"No Artemis," Zeus said. "I want your hunters to help train the new demigods and to help them get use to lifestyle at Camp Half-Blood."
"Alright." Artemis frowned.
"Moving on, fellow gods and goddess, I know the fates dread our intervening, but it must be done. Be wary of the fates, and of the fates of your newly-claimed children. Claim the children in New York City, and move past it afterwards. Check with the Satyrs, or Grover Underwood, regularly to make sure your claimed demigods will be successfully taken back to camp. I would also like to have a hunter accompany a satyr." Zeus took a deep breath, "Grover Underwood and Thalia, please stay at Camp and help the incoming campers adjust to the lifestyle of being a demigod."
"Dad! Please no," Thalia half-begged. In all honesty, she was excited to have a sort-of high status at Camp with the new demigods coming in.
"Thalia, you will stay at Camp Half-Blood and it is final," he stated.
She stopped herself, but knew she had so say it. "What about the Roman demigods?" It quieted the gods and goddesses.
"We will not be concerning ourselves with the Romans, right now. They can survive on their own and I highly doubt they will have trouble in the up coming weeks. Do not worry about them, Thalia." Zeus looked for the agreement with the others. They nodded. "We are now dismissed."
The satyrs and hunters closed their eyes as the gods flashed out, leaving Artemis, Grover, and Hestia in the throne room.
"It is coming," Hestia stated to the no one in particular. "It will come strong." She flashed out in a fiery blaze.
