Hey guys this is my first story, and this will be more than a one shot.
I am NOT Rick Riordan and I do not own Percy Jackson, no matter how much i wish i did. Flames will be used for roasting marsh-mellows.
The gods were all on Olympus, dealing with their mind splitting head-aches. Aphrodite, Artemis and Apollo were rushing around, trying their best to help the others. Well, then again, Apollo was spouting hiakus as he went so that probably didn't help.
"ughhh. We must ow. support the Romans. They are our.. ugh uh.." said Mars.
"How could you say that Mars! The Greeks are who we must support." said a delirious Minerva. "Curse the Romans, I hope they ALL perish!"
"Everyone just calm down." Artemis said quietly. "We mustn't choose sides. War might not happen! The seven on their quest will defeat the giants and bring the two camps closer together. Now we all need to just stay Greek. Okay? Everyone stay Greek." All of the gods forms flickered until they were all in their normal Greek forms.
"Now everyone stay focused on being Greek. Should help with the head-aches." murmured Apollo as he returned to his throne. Then suddenly, a bright light filled the room and the gods all had to avert their eyes. When they looked back there was a note on the floor. Hermes walked up to the note and began to read it.
Dear Gods of Olympus:
You may not realize what difficulty the Heroes of Olympus are currently facing, so we decided to bring them to you from the future to inform you as to why you cannot sit here and do nothing while the demi-gods handle this problem. (cue thunder from Zues)
sincerely,
the fates
The gods all gasped, "The fates? But they, they NEVER interfere!" choked out Athena, but before she could continue, another bright light filled the room, and when it was gone stood 6 demi-gods.