Chapter 1
The Meeting
HERMES
All of the gods; Greek and Roman, minor and major, were celebrating the summer solstice. It was a custom, seeing as it is the day of our highest power. we all turned when a bright blue flash of light illuminated the throne room. A paper fell. Athena reached for it and read:
A child will follow.
Listen to her.
Cure her.
Her fate rests in your hands.
Your fate rests in her hands.
If she dies, you die.
All of you.
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A silver light this time. She has arrived. All of us inhaled sharply.
The girl was small, no more than 12, and unconscious. Spread eagle across the floor, she had one hand in her short light brown hair and the other resting on her stomach, clutching a sword. Her moss green shirt was in tatters, along with her camouflage cargo pants. Her face had a bloody gash from the tattoo on her forehead to her chin. We were panicking by then.
Apollo stepped forward and nervously said, "Two things are clear; she is a demigod and we can't let her die."
"Way to state the obvious, little bro," Artemis teased grimly.
"Do you want her to die?" Zeus asked.
"N-no, father."
"Then shut up!"
"Oooh, salty," Dionysus muttered.
"I heard that!" our father thundered.
During all of the arguing, Apollo was cleaning out the girl's wound and feeding her nectar and ambrosia, the food of the gods. She stirred and moaned. He declared, "She's going to be fine."
"Are you sure?" I asked tilting my head.
"Yup!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" the girl screamed.
"She's awake," Janus' two heads said in unison.
"What tipped you off?" Apollo scowled.
She opened her eyes and we gasped. They were two different colors: one dark blue and the other silver. "Dragons. Giants. Dying," she wailed.
Artemis rushed over, glared at her brother who left, and kneeled by the girl, "You are not going to die. I am Artemis."
"I should be dead," the girl croaked. "Where am I?"
"Mount Olympus, Greece."
"When am I?" I was confused.
"What do you mean?" Artemis asked, tilting her head to the side.
"What time is it on what day, in what month, in what year?" the girl coughed up some blood.
"It is 14 minutes past 6 in the evening on the 21st of the month of Juno in the year 2412."
"I am in the Dark of Ages," the girl muttered.
"Who are you?" Artemis sighed. Thinking how strange the conversation was, I twirled my caduceus.
"Who am I or what is my name?"
"Name first," this reply is followed by a quick glance at our father, Zeus.
"Ozzie. Ozzie McFenton."
A/N: Muah ha ha!
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