A/N- Here's my stupid theory
Aren't Annabeth and Percy second cousins?
Cause Kronos (Or Rhea) had Poseidon and Zeus is Poseidon's brother-Zeus gave birth to Athena and Athena gave 'birth' to Annabeth.
And Poseidon had Percy...
Never mind, let's talk about the chappie...I will be interviewing alot of people in this chappie-I'm going to try not using some of the same words alot (Rick always uses alot she said, he said's, so I'll try not to do that.) but I can't promise anything.
We'll start with Artemis and make a huge time skip, and I know I said Percy would have to look for Persia after the TLO throne room thing, but it's easier to do it in the middle of MoA.
(I don't want to explain the Jason and Percy switch thing.)
Oh, this first part is directly after Persia's death. And Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, and Nico are all sixteen. (I forget Nico's age and I like Percy being 16)
Artemis Pov-
"Apollo!" I yelled after him. "You have no idea what you just did!"
He just ran even faster after that.
I know what I did wasn't right, but it was for the good of everybody.
"Or was it?" A voice questioned in my head.
"It was," I answered out loud, "Plus, Apollo's curse has made me able to not fall in love so easily-that way I won't see the guy get hurt."
"It might benefit you," the voice sneered. "but what of your hunters?"
Oh no.
I had forgotten about them.
I ran quickly, trying to make it before Apollo could.
As fates would have it, I ran right into I-love-Persia fanatic herself, Phoebe.
"Hello, My lady," The ginger greeted, looking behind me. "Where's Persia?"
"Umm," I rubbed my hands together. "Let's go talk to the hunters...I need to tell them something."
"As you wish," Phoebe bowed, leading me the the camp nearby.
"If you don't mind me asking," Phoebe looked at me. "Why do you have blood on your hands?"
I looked down at my hands, indeed, they were stained with crimson. "I, er, skinned an animal." I lied.
"Where is it?"
"Umm," I stammered. "I-I gave it to Orion."
Phoebe raised her eyebrows but smiled mischievously.
"What?" I asked, afraid she saw through my ruse.
"Oh, nothing." She winked. "Just nothing."
We walked in silence until we arrived at the camp site.
"Girls," I started, clearing my voice. "I have some...sad news."
They waited, giving each other anxious looks.
"Persia has," I swallowed. "quit the hunt."
A round of gasps erupted, leaving some people crying.
"Why?" Phoebe chocked out.
"The hunt isn't meant for everyone," I said, attempting to comfort the visibly distraught girl.
"But she pro-promised..." Phoebe stammered.
"It's okay," I assured, for once not feeling the guilt that rested upon my shoulders, "We'll find a new huntress."
"Promise?" They all said.
I smiled sadly, feeling terrible for lying to them.
"I promise."
Apollo Pov-2, 116 years later...
They always say it get better.
When you've been alive for centuries, it never gets better.
You wake up plagued by nightmares of her ghostly figure asking you why you weren't there for her.
Why you couldn't prevent this and you were the god of prophecy.
You try to say when you're too concentrated on one thing you can't see its future anymore.
She says it's just an excuse for not being there.
Then you relive your worst nightmare. Her death.
That was one of the few nightmares I had, but it made me realize I couldn't just shut off the whole world.
So I tried my best.
I went back to my old ways. The usual flirting, dating, and such.
But it wasn't the same.
I only flirted with dark haired girls.
I-literally-searched the for the perfect clone.
A few barely came close, with the exception of Melinda Yew.
I thought that kids would help also, maybe some weird genetic force would make them exactly like her.
But it was just pretend.
And what better day than to pretend than this day.
The day of her death anniversary.
"Apollo!" My father, Zeus, called.
"Huh?" I asked, breaking out of my reverie.
"Since you-obviously- don't care to participate in the council, how about you interview?" Father looked smug.
"Interview?"
"About Perseus?" Athena reminded.
I cocked my head.
"My gods, you are so thick-headed!" The lovely goddess went back to her nerd book.
"Nerds these days," Hades murmured.
"Okay, so maybe Apollo isn't the brightest fish in the sea, but he doesn't want to degrade my son, so he refuses to participate in this atrocious idea," Uncle Poseidon smiled at me. "Right, Apollo?"
"Right..." I agreed, not knowing what we were talking about. "What about Percy?"
"The phases he's going through," said the quiet Hestia, "You have to interview the Greek and Romans demigods to find out if he's a threat."
"Oh, okay," I said. "I've got nothing to do."
"Great," Father took immediate charge. "Artemis, you run Apollo's shift while he's doing the interviews."
Artemis barely looked up but nodded, knowing not to mess with me on this day.
"Without further ado, I excuse the council, the demigods are waiting in the hallway."
Everyone started exiting at father's command.
"Wait!" I yelled to nobody. "What I'm supposed to ask?"
"Questions, obviously." Aphrodite offered her helpful advice.
"Just ask them what Percy's been like lately and if they can give an example." Hera said. "Make it short-you've got a lot of people to interview."
My expression must've been funny, cause Poseidon said, "Close your mouth,son. You look like a piranha."
I closed my mouth and watched as everyone left.
I had already set up a two chairs when the first person came in.
She looked nervous and anxious.
"Hello Annabeth," I said, smiling. "Have a seat."
The blonde looked at chair before sitting.
"Listen, Lord Apollo," The daughter of Athena stated. "I'm sure Percy looks highly suspicious right now, but he wouldn't dare join Gaea-it wouldn't be like him to do so."
"Okay Annabeth, I hear you. Let's just do the interview so I can leave and wallow in sorrow over my only love."
"What?"
"What?" I repeated, changing the subject. "Anyway, as you already know, Percy Jackson has changed. Can you explain how and give me an example?"
"Well," Annabeth started. "It's seems like he's gotten more ADHD-he's constantly moving and quite even more extraordinary at battle."
"Do you think he imposes a threat?"
"No!" She exclaimed, jumping to her feet. "He's saved Olympus once and he's doing it now, again."
"Thank you very much," I pointed to the door. "You may leave."
Annabeth stormed out and let the next person through.
"Hey Apollo," The awkward young man greeted, sitting down.
"Hey Nico," I smiled at the son of Hades. "I'm sure you know this is about Percy, right?"
He nodded.
"He has changed a lot, do you mind explaining how and if you think he's a threat?"
"He's definitely more skilled in his water powers," Nico thought, "He got really mad once and summoned like, half of the water in Camp Jupiter."
I nodded, signaling for the boy to continue.
"I wouldn't say he's a threat-Percy's not perfect, but he tries his best to fix any problem." Nico said a hasty goodbye then left.
I grinned as the daughter of Zeus walked in.
"What's this interview about?" Thalia asked, not even bothering to sit down.
"It's about Percy-sit down please." I pointed to the chair in front of me.
Thalia reluctantly sat down.
"We've been informed Percy has changed a bit. You mind explaining how?"
"The kelp head is probably going through some puberty," Thalia started to leave. "Get over it."
The door shut behind her.
The next person who stepped through the threshold was no other, than Chiron.
"Hello Chi-" I started.
"Sorry to interrupt, Lord Apollo," Chiron excused. "But can we make this quick? Annabeth's throwing a terrible fit."
"No problem. Anyway, as you know, this is about Percy's changes. Can you give an example and if you think he's a danger?"
"He's a bit different concerning his dyslexia."
"Is it better, worse, or gone?" I asked.
"In a manner, it's worst at reading English. But now he can read, write, and speak Latin and Greek fluently."
"Do you think this has anything to do with him being at the roman camp and being one of the two leaders to bring the Greeks and Romans together?"
"Greek is no problem-he's been at Camp Half-Blood for quite a while. And one does tend to pick up the languages he's most around," Chiron paused. "But as for the leader thing, I haven't seen one ounce of Greek in Jason."
"Percy is anything but dangerous." Chiron added.
"Thanks Chiron, you may leave." I watched as he left and in came in Connor and Travis Stoll.
"Hey," They said together.
I manifested one more chair for them.
"As you know of, Perc-" I started to say.
"Sorry, dude, but we got to bounce." They said, already leaving. "We've got a date."
I blinked and the next person who came through the door was Clarisse La Rue.
"In your eyes, how has Percy changed?" I asked.
"He's definitely more annoying with his constant ADHD." Clarisse groaned. "He constantly taps his foot and can't sit still."
"Do you think he's a threat?"
Clarisse sighed, rolling her eyes, "As much as I'd like to say he is, I can't. He's way too loyal to ever join Gaea."
I thanked her and she left, opening the door for Jason Grace.
"Hey Jason," I acknowledged. "As you are already aware of, Percy Jackson has changed. Can you give an explanation and would you consider him a threat?"
"He's definitely stronger-like Hercules strong. He picked a whole table-with kids on it- just looking for something underneath it."
"As for a threat..." Jason pondered. "Romans may generally dislike Greeks-but Percy is a total exception. He wouldn't hurt his own family." Jason nodded then left.
Piper McLean entered next, sitting down.
"So what have you noticed different about Percy?" I asked, for like, the seventh time.
Piper blushed and twirled her short choppy hair, "He's definitely not an eyesore."
I chuckled, bragging, "I'm sure he gets that from me."
"Uh huh..."
I blinked, ignoring her last comment. (*Sniff* I know I'm pretty)
"Do you think Percy is a menace?"
"No, I don't," Piper said. "And even though I'm new to this Greek-myths-are-real stuff, I know you gods make hasty decisions-but just because Percy's different doesn't mean you should separate him from his friends."
Piper started to walk away. "None of us are normal, you know." She closed the door behind her and in a few seconds came out Leo Valdez.
A look of disappointed look appeared on Leo's face as he came in.
"Aww, man," He whined. "I was hoping for a girl."
"Yeah, well, this is as close as you're going to get. Sit down."
Leo took a seat. "So what I am supposed to do?"
"Just give me your thoughts on Percy and if you think he's dangerous."
"He could definitely be a ladies man if he didn't have that up-tight girlfriend of his,"
"HEY!" Annabeth yelled from the other room. "I heard that!"
"As I was saying," Leo continued. "I even think he has like, some type of charmspeak but awesomer. Like, once, Percy asked Annabeth-who was super cranky that day, mind you. Then, again, when isn't she..."
Leo blinked, realizing he had gotten off track.
"Something about Percy asking Annabeth something..." I hinted.
"Oh yeah," Leo muttered. "He asked to pass the jam and like in a trance, Annabeth just passed the jam. And he's only a threat for guys with hot girlfriends, really."
"Okay, you can leave."
"Good," he opened the door. "I gotta flirt with the ladies anyway."
Next was Hazel Levesque, who sat down quietly, waiting for me to say something.
"I'm sure you were informed that this is about Percy and his, er, phases-can you explain his changes?"
"He's very fast- I'm talking a son of Mercury (Hermes) fast." Hazel told me. "I dropped a glass once and before I could even blink, Percy had it in his hand."
"Have you ever considered him being a threat?"
"Of course not!" Hazel exclaimed. "Just because he's a possible danger-doesn't mean you can just judge him on his abnormality!"
Hazel also walked away letting Frank Zhang in.
Frank muttered a greeting then sat down.
"Can you tell me anything about Percy changing?"
"His clothes?" Frank asked.
"No, I mean his behavior and such." I laughed even though it was a terrible joke.
"Oh, I don't know, he's always been good at everything and stuff..."
I cleared my throat, moving on. "Is he a threat?"
"A thread?"
"A threat." I repeated.
"A trend?"
"No, a threat-as in an enemy; a bad guy."
"Wait," Frank held out his hand. "I thought Percy was a good guy."
I smacked my head in defiance, saying, "I think we're done here."
Frank nodded then left. Next to come was Reyna, daughter of Bellona.
I repeated the question I had asked so many people to day.
"Changes?" She mulled. "He excels greatly at swordsmanship, making his own moves, sometimes."
"Is he a threat?"
"Well, it's not like he has some cool powers that the titans want or anything." Reyna got up and left, leaving me with no answer."
Next came in Sally Jackson and Paul Blofis; both mortals.
"Do you mind interpreting your son's behavior during the last few days?"
"He's definitely stronger, faster, and more ADHD." Sally confessed.
"And more Dyslexia." Paul added.
"And don't even ask us if he's a threat because you already know the answer." Sally looked like she was about to cry any second.
"Wasn't planning to," I said, excusing them.
One last person, thank the gods!
No other than Percy Jackson himself, walked in before his parents left.
"Don't be scared, honey. You're not in trouble." Sally said, hugging him before they left.
"Hey Apollo," Percy said awkwardly.
"Dude, you're not in trouble," I wanted to say yet, but I shut my mouth.
He pushed his hair out of the way.
"So what's the commotion about?" Percy asked.
"You," I replied.
"W-what?" The son of Poseidon stuttered.
"Did no one tell you?" I asked.
"No! I was put in a different room."
"And you didn't figure out that if you were separated, then it's probably about you?" I inquired.
"Nah man, I thought it was because of Athena doesn't like me very much..."
"Yeah man, she hates your watery guts."
"Don't listen to him, Percy!" Annabeth yelled from the other room. "She just has difficulties with you! And don't say anything stupid!"
"A little too late for that," I murmured, turning to Percy. "Do you feel weird lately? Have you noticed odd things you might be doing on purpose?"
"Actually, I happen to do things on accident...just a growth spurt probably." Percy shrugged it off.
"Probably," I agreed. "I think we're done today."
I flashed out, reporting everything to Father.
A distressed look crossed his face as he said, "We need an emergency council. Now."
A/N- So this was long, sorry about that. It's relevant to the plot line-I swear.