Okay, I've been reading the new Percy Jackson book, the heroes of Olympus book, and I've thought of a way to make this story fit into continuity with that story. So, I'll give you one hint if you haven't read the book, Romans.

Minerva stayed that night in the hunter's camp. After a brief private conversation with Artemis in which she relayed the basic details of her situation, she fell dead asleep the instant she lay down in the spare bedroll provided for her. Hours of running had taken their toll on her, both body and mind.

"Rest first, explain later," the goddess had said. "You're no good to anyone unconscious." When dawn arrived, which in Minerva's opinion didn't seem to take very long at all, she was woken by a hunter and told she had been summoned for the morning meal.

She stepped out of the tent and was nearly blinded by the sun. Her eyes snapped shut instinctively and groaned through gritted teeth. Mornings had never really been her things. In fact, her family had come to refer to her morning and daytime selves as two entirely different entities. Daytime Minerva was smart, snide, and usually kind. 'Morning Minerva' however, was smart, snide and just a wee bit bitchy.

"Come join us Minerva," the stern and powerful voice of Artemis called. She opened her eyes to see the goddess and her hunters gathered around a flickering campfire. They drank from silver water goblets and picked at bits of deer meat. All eyes were locked on her. Minerva found this quite unnerving, especially the electric blue gaze of Thalia, her one-day godmother and mentor. She sat down on a nearby stump and gulped down the anxious lump in her throat.

How could she possibly explain the intricacies of her ordeal, even to her godmother? The daughter of Zeus had died to save them, and now she no longer existed, not as she was anyway. The only reason Artemis believed the first part of her story was that she could sense the truth in her words, could tell that she truly was the daughter of Percy Jackson. But there was no way in Hades that Thalia would believe the whole story, she was much more of a cynic than her mistress and had no divine clairvoyance to intuitively know anything beyond what she could see, hear and feel.

"I'm Minerva Jackson, the future daughter of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase," she told them for the second time. Thalia's eyes sharpened darkly and her hand tightened on her spear. Naturally, she didn't believe a word, at least not yet. "I'm a time traveler. Yeah, I know how crazy that sounds, but please, Lady Artemis, all you, you have to trust me. Artemis considered her for a moment, looking thoughtful. Never once did her divine poise fade.

"Yes, you've told me this. Let me confirm, you say it was Thalia who gave you this?" she raised Minerva's hunting horn. Examination had revealed it to be genuine, though Minerva had no idea how to forge one, even if she'd needed to. She nodded. "My lieutenant is your godmother?" another nod. Artemis turned to the Goth huntress who still stood stiff as a statue. Thalia looked her half-sister eye-to-eye, as if in a fleeting silent conversation.

She's letting me continue, Minerva thought. Artemis always asks her opinion, as not to raise herself too far above the girls.

"Please, Minerva," Artemis said curtly. "Elaborate on what you told me last night. Kronos is returning, how? His power was broken and his essence scattered; I and all the Gods felt it. Give me a reason to believe what you say is true." It was a challenge; this was her chance to make her case.

"Twenty years from now, his essence reassembles in a new form, the body of his half-human, half titan son." For a moment blank stares were all the hunters responded with.

"That's impossible," Artemis told her. "He had no physical form with which to conceive a child."

"He did," Minerva shook her head grimly. "Luke Castellan." A few gasps echoed through the campsite, and Thalia dropped her spear looking thunderstruck. The raven haired time traveler continued her explanation.

"After taking possession of his body, he raped a girl in order to preserve his essence where no one could find it. The boy grew up, Ian, and now channels all of his father's power. The Gods couldn't challenge him. Since he's bound to a mortal body, in the eyes of divine law he is a half-blood, with the power to challenge anyone he seeks, while immune to the challenge of those with the power to oppose him. That's why I'm here, that's why I came back in time."She paused to take a breath. While necessary, this speech was quite a mouthful.

Artemis rose from her seat and went at once to Minerva's side. She placed a pale hand on her shoulder.

"Why have you come to me?" she asked quietly. "Why not go directly to Olympus, or at least to Camp half-blood. Surely you know and trust Chiron's judgment, why not go to him then?"

"My brother's going there now, he's might already be there," said Minerva. "I guess I forgot to mention my siblings are with me, my twin brother and younger sisters. One of them is named for your former lieutenant, Zoë Nightshade." Hints of a smile tugged momentarily at the goddess' mouth before immediately receding.

"But please Lady Artemis," Minerva began again courage surging with in her. "My brother and I believe that the great Prophecy is coming true." From memory, she recited the Oracles words aloud.

"Seven half-bloods shall answer the call.

To storm or fire, the world must fall.

An oath to keep with a final breath,

And foes to bear arms to the Doors of Death."

"My Lady, this prophecy came true once on my own timeline, and now it's coming true here, but in a different way. I know the 'foes bear arms to the Doors of Death,' refers to the Romans. We need the other camp's help, Lady Diana. The mist must be lifted, we must unite."

(NOTE) If you understood that idea, it may have sounded cheesy, but know that I didn't make it up, it's actually part of the newest book. And the 'Romans' does not refer to a different set of Gods, just keep reading

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Blackjack landed roughly beside Thalia's Pine purposely trying to buck his riders off his back. He failed. Percy and Annabeth sat facing each other in the saddle, bodies thoroughly interwoven, and lips locked passionately. Blackjack gave an indignant snort.

"Knock it off, Boss! On my back? That's really not cool!"

"Oh shut up," Percy thought back without breaking the kiss. "There's no way it bothers you that much. You can't even see us from your angle."

"So?" the Pegasus retorted. "I still don't want you doing that up there!"

"Err, fine." He broke the kiss and slipped off Blackjack's back, helping his girlfriend down in the process. They unhooked their bags from the saddle, most of which ended up on Percy's shoulders or back, and sent Blackjack soaring back to the stables where he awaited the sugar cubes he'd been promised in return for the ride. Annabeth straightened her hair which had become rather untidy during their um….study session in each others mouths.

Camp half blood was in full swing. Away campers could be seen pouring in by bus and by car. The strawberry patches were ripe and full to bursting with juices. Satyrs could be heard playing their flutes and dancing. The clang of swords and the twang of bowstrings could be heard from the distant arena and archery range. All these things were signs that a summer full of heroics, monsters and madness had truly begun at last.

"We made great time," she said checking her watch as they began their descent down the hill. "I've got plenty of time to run through my new plans with Chiron before dinner tonight." Behind the wall of bags that concealed his face Percy grinned. Whether she was in school or not, you couldn't stop his Wise girl from working. And he couldn't be any happier that she was his Wise girl.

Just then something hit him with the force of a Minotaur's charge, sending luggage flying everywhere. Luckily there were all tightly sealed, so none of their possessions were lost. He tumbled to the ground, though he felt no pain considering he was invulnerable.

"Welcome back Prissy," said a familiar drawl. Above him of course stood Clarisse La Rue, head of Ares Cabin, his one time bully, and part time friend, though she would never admit to the last part openly. Her father would scorch her where she stood for openly allying herself with one of his enemies. She grinned madly

"Damn it Clarisse!" Annabeth said, letting out a rare English swear. "What was that for?" the much bulkier girl shrugged.

"Just saying hello, Wise girl, learn to take a joke." She picked up a gray duffle bag and tossed it onto Percy's chest. He muttered a dull 'thanks'. "By the way, Chiron said he wanted to see you two lovebirds when you got here, something important. Not that he told me anything. He said to go straight to the big house, you can drop your junk of later."

She turned and ran the rest of the way down the hill towards her own cabin, where a group of her half-siblings were gathered hooting dimly. Annabeth helped her boyfriend to his feet and gathered up her bags, this time carrying one or two herself.

"Well she's as sociable as ever," Annabeth grumbled. "What do you think Chiron wants?"

"Dunno," said Percy. "Maybe something to do with your plans?" she shook her head.

"No, it can't be that, it isn't exactly urgent that I get them to him." When they arrived at the porch of the Big House they found Mr. D and several grumpy looking old Satyrs gathered around playing pinhole. The god of wine looked the same as ever, garbed in a Hawaiian shirt, a diet coke in his hand, and grumpy expression on his face

"Well if it isn't Peter Johnson and Annie Bell," he said turning in his chair. To their astonishment he actually smiled. However it wasn't a kind smile. It was cold, and mischievous, as though he were about to burst out laughing just at the sight of them. "The old horse has quite a surprise for you in there." He pointed to the door. Giving the god odd looks; the couple entered the house and was immediately greeted by Chiron. He was in his wheelchair disguise form, and looked rather tense.

"Percy, Annabeth, wonderful, you're here." He rolled to his office door, and pushed it open. "Please, come in. I have some rather strange visitors for you. Quickly now." They entered the office, inside of which waited a group of four disheveled looking kids. One was about their age with dirty blonde hair and a tired looking face. The other three were much younger, the smallest of them no older than four. The four year olds eyes lit up the second they appeared.

"Mommy! Daddy!"