Ugh, macaroni and barf again, Jon thought to himself as he picked at his lunch with his spork

"He's not ready to face Ouranos!" Zeus exclaimed, banging his fist on the table.

"Why not?!" Artemis asked, angrily.

"Because he didn't fulfill the prophecy, he isn't powerful enough!" Apollo yelled.

"Have any of you learned anything?" Athena inquired, quietly and everyone looked, confused, at her. Athena usually was usually one of the loudest of the group, "we were obviously wrong about the future being pre-ordained. Look at Thalia, she was supposed to die to save Jon, but they're both healthy and active. He may not need to kill the deer to gain the power."

"In the thousands of years that we have been in power a prophecy was never wrong," Hera replied, coldly, "we must have misunderstood the prophecy."

"How can we make a mistake when we know that he was supposed to kill the deer so he would be powerful enough to kill the Basilisci?" Demeter asked.

"It never clearly said that," Ares interjected.

"Prophecies never clearly say anything!" Artemis yelled, getting angry. "We must not intervene with his quest or we may seal our fate to be destroyed! I will not let that happen!"

"But if we do not intervene that may also seal our fate," Poseidon said.

"He will not be able to resist the lure of his father," Zeus explained and looked coldly at Artemis, "his mother obviously couldn't."

"He has a strong willpower. If he puts his mind to something he will accomplish that task. Orion will not be able to sway that," Artemis protested, "My son is not one to be trifled with!"

"Greater heroes than Jon have fallen victim to persuasion and bribery," Aphrodite said mysteriously.

"Oh, are you talking about your little love conquests?" Artemis asked, sarcastically, "My son's willpower cannot be swayed by anyone. Not even a woman!"

"Oh, so what do you call what Alex and Jon have?" Aphrodite retorted.

"A friendship!" Artemis yelled.

"Psh, he left her so she could remain safe and he knew that he wouldn't be able to live if she died because of him," Aphrodite explained and Artemis began to turn red with anger.

"I don't give a damn about what stage Alex and Jon are in their relationship!" Zeus yelled, shaking the building, "I care about the fate of the Western Civilization!"

"Do not kill my son or I will personally make you watch the downfall of the Western Civilization!" Artemis screamed.

"Are you threatening to join Ouranos's side?" Poseidon asked, surprised.

"Yes."

"You can't that would be sealing our fate," Hera warned.

"We will also be sealing our fate if you kill my son. He is the one to bring us back from the brink of destruction," Artemis replied.

"You believe this strongly in him?" Zeus inquired.

"Yes," she answered quietly.

"Then we shall not kill him," Zeus declared, "the meeting is over."

Artemis quickly ran away from the meeting, hoping no one followed her. But it was just her luck that Athena followed. She always had to invade people's privacy.

"Artemis, why do you believe so strongly in him?" she asked.

"Because he is my only son he has more power from me than most half-bloods do. He is more like me than even my Hunters. I sense great power emanating from him without killing my sacred deer," Artemis replied, "and because I love him (AN: in a motherly way…. sicko)."

"You cannot be blinded by the love for your son," Athena warned, "It has strayed many people away from making rational decisions."

"Oh, like when you tried to kill Percy because he and Annabeth were obviously meant to be together?" Artemis retorted.

"That was different," Athena answered.

"I'm sure," Artemis said, sarcastically and she whipped out her mirror.

Artemis muttered a few words over the mirror and an image of Jon on Blackjack appeared. He was hanging on for dear life to the Pegasus. Artemis was about to put the mirror away when she realized something was different about him. It was not his appearance, but it was what was on the inside. He seemed to think that he and his father could save the world together. This scared Artemis greatly because this feeling could cause her to be wrong.

"You foolish half-blood," she muttered, worried, as she put the mirror back into her dress.