Hey everyone I am back. DarkPaladin000, you are a good guesser. Also, this story won't dive directly into the time travel part. That might be half way through the story or farther. Or much sooner. I have only written slightly past the end of this chapter. I have planned out the story line though. Thank you dogbiscuit1967for your encouragement and of course, RR owns all rights to the characters that are not obviously mine.

A few hours later in the great redwoods of the Pacific Coast, a teenage girl sat in one of the tree trunk size branches. She sat a stared at the moon, her silver eyes reflecting the glow of the moon, her soft red hair falling down in a graceful braid. She was dressed in a fine silver silk dress. She could have been going to a fancy dance or wedding with how well she was dressed. This whole image was ruined though by a set of throwing knives in a sheath on her left leg around the mid thigh, waist, and one hunting knife strapped to each arm. She had a graceful recurve bow, it was silver of course, and a quiver with two dozen arrows on her back.

These things did not seem to take away from her beauty, but add a slight flare to it. Men who saw her couldn't help but be stunned by her beauty. Of course, this just reinforced her belief that all men were just perverted pigs looking for the next woman they could "tap". She as you can probably guess is Artemis, goddess of the hunt and moon. An eternal maiden. Her hunters were camping below where she was perched in her tree. The camp was set up in a semi-circle with the open part against the tree making it easily defendable.

Artemis was deep in thought. Recently there had been some... oddities in the council. Zeus has been less unpleasant in recent years. Which really wasn't much of an accomplishment seeing as how a donkey is more pleasant to be around then him. Poseidon seemed to also be avoiding getting on his brother's bad side. What was probably the strangest though, was that Hera didn't seem to be killing any demigods or at least sending them on some impossible quest. She seemed to even be nice to some. These things would not fit together in her mind no matter what explanation she thought of.

Artemis was ripped from her musings by a brilliant flash of light emitting from the hunters campsite. Alarmed and weary, Artemis slipped from branch to branch, silently getting closer to the ground. On her way down, she pulled out her bow and notched an arrow. Just in case there was something down there that needed to learn about the meaning of pain. She finally arrived at a branch where she had a good view of the campsite. She instantly noticed the difference in the camp due to her being the goddess of the Hunt for several millennia. (The exact number is unnecessary due to this author not wanting to get in trouble for commenting on a woman's age) There in the middle of the campsite was a blue bundle of blankets with a sticky note attached. Then the bundle started to move, small, light twitches.

Moving swiftly and carefully, Artemis approached the bundle. She arrived at the bundle and with a careful flick of her hunting knife, lifted the top of the blanket revealing the face of a baby. The baby had eyes that where blue-green with a grey almost silver ring around the outside of the iris. Slightly shocked , Artemis picked up the baby and held her tenderly. She then remembered the sticky note. Glancing around, she slowly picked up the sticky note, and with the carefulness of a bomb squad, read it.

On it were written these words. "Lady of the Moon, take this child as your own. Her name is Bluebell and a last name is not important. She is one of the most powerful demigods in history. It has been prophesied:

The moon will reach down to touch the sea,

The power will make a bridge between the peacock and the ones of which legends are told,

What comes from the sea shall always return to the sea,

The sea has the power to heal or destroy.

You are to share this with no one else, for the future depends on it.

-The Messenger

Artemis blinked, then did so again. Of all the profound thoughts that could go through someone's mind after they read something of this importance, the first one to cross Artemis' mind was along the lines of "Why the hell was a Great Prophecy delivered on a sticky note!?" I would ignore this and just throw it away, but it takes a lot of power to flash this into my camp, especially without me being alerted to who had done this. One thing I have learned is that no matter what we do, the fates will find to screw us up Artemis thought.

By this time the baby had grown quite cold and started to do what babies do when they are cold or hot or really in any condition other than just perfect. She started to cry. Her cry pulled at Artemis' heart, making her feel the sadness of the child. "Why do you cry child?" she asked softly. She held her close to her chest and the baby snuggled up against it and became silent almost instantly. Artemis looked at the infant carefully. She looks so peaceful. Artemis while holding the child carefully, went over to one of the great roots of the redwood tree and sat down deep in thought.

I woke up quickly and without changing my breathing pattern. After such a long time in the hunt, that is the only way you do wake up. Act like you're asleep so you can throw off any enemies that might have snuck up on you in the night. I waited a few seconds then jumped out of my bed with a knife in my hand that I hide under my pillow while I am sleeping. You never know when a disgusting male might try something. I scanned the room, which had become second nature, then went over to my plain wooden bedside table. On it were my most prized possessions. My bow, a quiver full of arrows, my hunting and throwing knives, and a tiara that marked me as a hunter. But not just any hunter. My lady's lieutenant. I put on my hunter's uniform and my way past the entrance flap to the outside of the tent.

I quickly took note of everything in the camp. Nothing seemed amiss for a second until I noticed my lady sitting on a root facing away from me. I make my way over to her. I walk all the way to directly behind her, which is unusual in that she usually can sense someone's approach. "My Lady?'' I asked softly. No response. "My Lady!" I say much louder. This seems to get her attention, because acting on reflex, she spins around and puts a knife to my throat. She quickly puts the knife down after she realizes who I am. "Sorry, Zoë!" She quickly apologizes. I take a look at the bundle in her arms. " What is that in your arms Milady?'' She then looks down at the bundle. She seems to be having an internal struggle for a couple seconds, then with a face of resolution replies "My new adoptive daughter."

Okay everybody that's a wrap. I ,like many other PJ fanfic writers, am not going to put Zoë's accent in. Mostly because while I can write in old English, I find it time consuming and unnecessary. Sorry about the couple days wait. I really should have had this done Thursday but I got lazy and went to sleep. Now the rest of the chapters will probably have this amount of words or slightly more. My word count says I am just above 50% more words than last chapter. As always review, I like to see them. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. somewhat. -Gloom17