Chapter 10

The hunters had called for Lord Apollo to heal his twin. The god then spent half an hour promising to death to the person that did this to his little sister. Apollo summoned a council meeting the moment Artemis woke up. She sat in her throne, in her 18 year old form, with a blanket wrapped around her. She was still so cold, it was unlike anything she had ever felt, she could feel the cold inside her very bones.

Lord Zeus arrived in a flash of lightening and began the meeting, "Artemis, tell the council what you have found."

The Goddesses eyes flashed with anger at her humiliation however she could not forget the man that she had seen, how he screamed in pain as he turned into a demon or the fear from the sheer amount of power that he held.

She took a deep steadying breath and then she began, "We were hunting the group of people who have been helping demigods recently, when we managed to capture one. The pack as they call themselves, kidnapped one of my hunters in return. They agreed that if I gave them back their brother, they would release my huntress. We were attacked during the exchange and the one called Alpha changed into a beast and turned my blood to ice. He literally froze me from the inside out. They are dangerous. I believe that they are being led by a monster. I believe that they are enemies to Olympus." she concluded.

A silence was heard, each God hoped that the pack would be able to help in the war, and it seemed that they were wrong, until a roaring came from the hearth. The eight year old little girl that usually sat there, turned into a twenty eight year old woman, her eyes a blaze with anger.

"How dare you say such a thing niece? I have watched as you drew more and more into the world of your hate but I will not allow you to make more enemies. Why do you not tell the council of how you lied during a peaceful exchange? How you shot a boy when his back was turned? How his mother raged at you for dishonoring your word? This is your doing and yours alone. If you had not taken from their family they would have not taken from yours. Any mother would sooner set the world on fire before allowing harm to come to their child. I will not allow you sexist, prideful, arrogant goddess to doom my family because you were scared of their leader."

Artemis cowered in her throne, no one ever angered the eldest child of Rhea and Kronos. Her powers were stronger than any of theirs. "Is this true Artemis? Did you attempt to murder one of the boys in that group?"

Artemis nodded her head silently, mentally pleading for her father to understand, they had threatened her hunters, humiliated them and managed to kidnap one of them.

Zeus exploded, "Those were not your orders or your decision to make Artemis. You were told to find out who they were and why they were saving demigods and where they were getting their information from. I will see you punished for this. Do you forget that we have a war coming? You might not have children who fight in your name but we do. I will gather every ally I can find because this war has not started yet and many of our children are dying already. You will fix this or I will kill each and every one of your precious hunters including my own daughter."

The Gods flashed out, leaving a miserable Artemis in her throne, "I did not scold you to embarrass you child. I did it because you are losing your way." said a kind voice. Lady Hestia, once again, in her child form patted a seat next to her by the hearth.

"You are losing hope since Percy went into Tartarus. He was the one man who led you to believe there was hope in mankind and you watched war break him down until he too broke the heart of the woman he claimed to love. You cannot hold your hunters above others Artemis. They are a skilled group, however, they are not perfect. You preach gender equality but that means that there is no greater sex. Remember my words before you push someone too far and Zeus punishes you."

Meanwhile, Annabeth, was drawing up new defenses around the camp. Reyna sat with her, helping her strengthen certain strategies with roman techniques. Although, the two camps worked well together, there had never been a war, where they had time to prepare defenses together. Now, with a few roman formations as well as Greek ones, it was a stronger defense.

"Annabeth, I have to know, why have you asked satyrs to bring in children younger? Do you really think they could fight?" Annabeth looked shocked, the two girls might not be the best friends because of their history or just their personalities but they were better than Clarisse.

They both built up a respect for each other and were able to work well together, "Hades No Reyna. We got the whole war is coming soon speech a year ago but the thing is that there is a lot more demigods out there even though most of them are young. If we can teach them healing instead of fighting then older campers can fight while younger ones heal. The last time war came, it took about five years for the actual battle, its better we get and start training as many as possible now. If they're younger than thirteen then healing if they want to fight after that its their choice."

Reyna nodded at her logic, "You're trying to build up our numbers. The young are usually taught healing first before they take on the harder training exercises. Its also better to train someone young then have a seventeen year old with a sword and two weeks training."

The two girls walked out when they heard people calling to see the newly claimed demigods. There was a son of Apollo, daughter of Hermes, son of Hecate and a boy wearing a sea green hood that hid his face. No one had claimed him.

Chiron walked to the boy, "Don't worry my boy, I'm sure you'll be claimed at the camp fire."

The boy just sighed, "I am not a demigod, I am a legacy. I know my parents and grandparents, although I do not think they know of me." he replied.

The boy took down his hood, he had inky black hair and it was straight. He had a tan and sea green eyes but they were dark as if it were mixed with volcanic black, he had high cheekbones giving him a regal look, the boy looked sort of like Percy but someone else too. She just couldn't put her finger on who else, he reminded her off, almost as if she had seen the person from a dream.

"My name is Christopher Jackson, son of Percy Jackson, grandson of Poseidon."

Annabeth's mind went blank, blood roared in her ears, and she shouted, "Lies."

The boy shook his head, "My father warned me that you would say that. I'm sorry that you're hurt Annabeth but he didn't mean to hurt you. I just kind of happened and as for my mother, no I will not say her name. My father told me of a war coming, and he is busy with something else at the moment he sent me to help where I could. I am semi immortal Chiron before you ask. He pulled a dagger from his boot and cut his palm. Ichor flowed out missed with red. I have immortality like the hunters, I was blessed by someone I cannot name either. My secrets will be told when my father returns, which should be soon, hopefully."

The whispers and gossip flowed in camp for days but slowly, Chris showed his progress. He was an excellent swordsman, better than any if the campers. He began to spar with many of them, teaching them, even the younger ones. He would often be found shooting arrows as well, with accuracy that rivaled the Apollo campers.

He made a few friends with the children of Zeus and Hades. Without the pact there were two demigod children of Hades and two of Zeus. The campers had been having a hard time controlling their powers until he came about. He spent hours helping them, doing only Zeus knew what however no one could doubt the progress he made.

Annabeth watched him carefully, trying and failing to guess his mother because she just knew that she met the mother before. He looked too familiar for her not to have met her. It broke Annabeth's heart all over again. She hoped that one day Percy would come back, and they would be happy again but the wise part of her knew that one decade together vs. the decades away, they were just too different people. Her seaweed brain died a long time ago, long before they had broken up.

The hunters had come to camp for a few days just to check for any new recruits. They did it every year. A quick visit to ensure that there was no maiden that wanted to join but they missed the opportunity because the hunters could not be found.

Artemis watched the training and was about to leave when she saw that green hoodie again. She immediately ran and caught the boy by the arm.

"You were the one that attacked my hunters." She hissed at him with enough venom in her voice to kill a hydra.

The boy just laughed, "Look Lady Artemis, I don't know what you're talking about but I'm Chris, Christopher Jackson, son of Percy Jackson." He pulled away from the goddess only to be glared at by her hunters. He just smiled, help up his hands in an 'I surrender' gesture and walked away, leaving behind a stunned Thalia and Artemis.