"Gill, we need to talk." As usual with what followed after saying those words, bad news was about to come. And surprisingly, it was from Thalia.

It's been more or less a week since we had returned from our quest. We had also taken a quick sabbatical by chilling at San Francisco beach, and attending a couple parties. Though I was clearly ten, once I outdrank like 30 people, everyone just assumed I had dwarfism. Plus, I was really good at beer pong.

Four hangovers, and one police chase later, we decided to head back to Camp. I had been worried that I wouldn't have enough money for the flight back, however, my quest reward had solved that potential issue.

San Francisco…

10 Days Ago…

Bathing in the hotel room's bathroom, I lay down in the bubble bath I had created. Ah, now this is heaven. And the perfect time to see the rewards I had gotten from the quest. Now was a better time than any, because Luke had apparently got us into another party, and I am nowhere near prepared for people to start calling me cute and pulling my cheeks. I'm pretty sure some creeps were flirting with me but I've always had a tough time dealing with that stuff.

Anyway, now to see the quest rewards.

Quest Completed!

An Apple a Day

In one universe, Luke Castellan would go on a quest to retrieve a Golden Apple of Immortality along with 2 others. He would return empty-handed, alone. The perfect victim for the Lord of Time. However, that doesn't have to happen in this universe. Change the course of this universe, even if it creates a new horizon.

Objectives: Help Luke retrieve at least one Golden Apple of Immortality

Rewards: EXP, $100,000, 500 Stats, Wild Shape: Raven, Aphrodite's Underwear, Sealing Technique: Four Limbs Weighting Seal, Rivers of Blood

You have levelled up (54 - 56)!

This was certainly the most… unique variety of quest rewards I have gotten. Well, ignoring the island-sized elephant in the room, the rewards were very good. EXP as usual, along with quite a large amount of stats points. I was getting pretty close to Zoe's stat total, and in another few years, I'd probably be at Sasaki's level.

The Sealing Technique, judging by its description, was what Naruto used during his training arc when he was with Jiraiya. It allowed me to draw a seal on four bands that I placed on each of my limbs. They would then turn white and weigh down my limbs to an extreme extent, and they would get heavier each time I got used to the weight. If I were normal, and if these were not turned into game items, these weights would've been heavily ineffective, and would've actually negatively impacted my growth and body. But luck for me, I was built differently. Not only would these weights not hurt my body, they would grant me 2 free stat points in Strength everyday I wore them. Alongside that, the weights would also a 20% levelling increase when training with a physical skill.

Well, it was clear what I'd be using for training for the next few years.

The next reward was even better! Wild Shape: Raven, which was most likely from Dungeons & Dragons or Baldur's Gate, would allow me to turn into an average sized raven. Whilst it didn't really have many battle applications, it was very useful for sneaking about, or more importantly, it seemed fun as hell. Ah, now Icarus won't be the only one to know all the gossip at camp.

And the final, useful reward, was the Rivers of Blood, which was a large katana with a blood red blade, and with the knowledge from my previous life, I knew it was from Elden Ring. And frankly, it would be a great replacement for Athanatos. Unfortunately, the wakizashi had been getting harder to use as my body became taller. Meaning I needed to get a proper sword, and fortunately the Rivers of Blood fitted my needs.

An A-Rank sword which specialised in slashing, it was a katana in name and looks only. Normal katanas were very fragile, as the steel in Japan was pretty trash so swordsmiths had to 'fold' the steel to remove the impurities, however it made the katana more fragile. Rivers of Blood is different, because it was strong as fuck, and in the right hands could slice through rock. However, its true talents lied in its effects.

This sword was the king of bleed damage (essentially damage over time). The thing could take out huge chunks of a monster's health at once. I almost feel pity for any monster I face in the future.

Unfortunately, I'll probably not use it in spars or against other humans because of how insanely lethal it is. I could probably get a stand in for Rivers of Blood from the Camp's armoury. I do wish the katana was in a different colour though. Crimson really clashes with my eyes.

Present Day,..

Camp Halfblood…

Well, after that, we arrived back at Camp Halfblood, just in time to see our funeral shrouds get burnt. I was a little disappointed that my cabin had clearly put in less effort than they had put in when they first heard I died, but apparently Yurei had managed to contact his mother, who pulled some strings and learned that we were indeed quite alive. And of course, this time they did get my postcard. In case you wanted to know, it was of me skydiving.

Hermes had arrived at camp as soon as we arrived, and received the Apple from Luke. Honestly, something told me that Hermes knew that Luke had taken more than one, but judging from the tight embrace that Hermes gave Luke (though thankfully it was away from the eyes of the rest of the Camp), the God of Messengers was definitely proud of his son.

And a few days after that, today, I was sitting around, minding my own business, when Thalia came up to me, a look of anger, annoyance, and a generally pissed off expression. Thankfully, she wasn't shouting or too loud, since Icarus was sleeping on my lap. Recently he's been sleeping more and more after having teleported Thals out of the Garden of the Hesperides, however, I think it might be puberty. Or whatever phoenix's have.

"Gill, we need to talk." She says, with a morose and serious tone that befitted her gloomy expression.

I immediately sat up straight, bracing myself for whatever bombshell she was about to drop on me. "Yeah sure, what is it?". Fucking hell, if I have to give Thals her own therapy, then I'm going to go to Los Angeles, find Thalia's mom, and German Suplex her to next Tuesday.

"Chiron called me," She starts. Was she upset with the Trainer of Heroes? "He told me that the Gods are going to have their Winter Solstice meeting a couple weeks early. And that I have to be there. Except he won't tell me why." The sound of rumbling thunder could be heard in the distance. Honestly, I'm pretty thankful that Thalia is so closely aligned with lightning since it's so easy to tell when she's pissed.

I sigh, "And you want me to explain why, just like how I told Luke about his mom" Man, this year is just the year for heavy conversations, isn't it?

Thalia looks at me with suspicion, "How do you know that I know?" Well, let's just say a little birdie told me.

I grin at the punk girl, "Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies, Thals. You should know by now." Naturally, this had made her a bit more annoyed, but that quickly washed away when I told her to take a seat. I look into her eyes, a dark and stormy cobalt blue. "Fine, I'll tell you."

"A half-blood of the eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen against all odds

And see the world in endless sleep

The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap

A single choice shall end his days

Olympus to preserve or raze"

There is a feeling of eeriness a person feels when reciting the Great Prophecy. As if the world hung upon every word that came from your mouth. Perhaps it did.

"What… exactly was that?" Thalia asks, uneasy. Maybe something deep within her could sense the importance of the prophecy. Even if she wasn't the true subject of the prophecy, just by existing she had a strong connection to the prophecy. Whilst the prophecy shouldn't have any power or weight in the world anymore, there were still aspects that will probably still happen. Kronos will rise. His armies will gather. And forgotten monsters shall walk the battlefields.

I'm unsure, however, as to whether the canon quests will happen. Who will Kronos send to steal the Lightning Bolt and Helm of Darkness? Will there be a quest to retrieve the Golden Fleece? As for the Titan's Curse… Yes, that's most definitely happening. Kronos wants Atlas. And, if my plan works, the Hunters will need Zoe in the future. So, I'll have to step in. Somehow. As for the the Battle of the Labyrinth, well I don't have a fucking clue as to how that'll plan out, let alone the Last Olympian. And don't get me fucking started with the Heroes of Olympus sequel series!

"Hey, Gill!" I'm snapped out of my thought tangent by Thalia, as she snaps her fingers in front of my face, "Could you like, answer my question?" I rub my eyes, saving my earlier thoughts for another time. I really gotta stop doing that.

"Ah sorry Thals." I apologise, "Well, a little less than 60 years ago, when World War 2 ended, the Oracle chanted this prophecy, known as the Great Prophecy. The Gods interpreted it to mean that one of the children of Hades, Poseidon, or Zeus, would potentially destroy Olympus when the child turned 16." I could see Thalia's eyes widen in morose realisation. "To delay or avert this, the three brothers swore off bearing any more children. As you can attest to, at least one of them did not keep that oath."

Everything clicked in Thalia's mind, as if she now understood most of the mysteries in her life. "So… I'm going to destroy Olympus?" Trust a teen to misunderstand everything, "Is that why Hades tried to kill me?"

"Okay, so firstly, Hades trying to kill you has waaay more underlying issues" I say, waving off her notion, "Secondly, the prophecy says 'Olympus to preserve or raze'. That means that Olympus can also be saved. And finally," Time for the bombshell, "You're not the subject of prophecy."

A look of shock and surprise comes on Thalia's face, as she realises the meaning of my last reveal, "I'm not? Then that means… there's another child of the Big Three!" I nod at her deduction, happy that she figured it out, "So do we tell the Gods? I mean, they gotta be planning to kill me, right?"

"Not necessarily." I grin, "As far as I see it, you've got several paths in your future. Option one, we don't tell them anything, and hope for the best" She gave me a raised eyebrow. Yeah that definitely wasn't happening, "Option 2, we tell them, and hope that they believe us, and let you go." I personally don't think that'll work, "Option 3, you could join the Hunt."

She scrunched her nose at the thought, "As if. Like Hades am I going to join those stuck-up bitches for eternity" A very harsh insult, but not entirely unfounded. The Huntresses did have their moments.

"Well, we have some other options as well." I continue, "You could eat one of the Apples of Immortality, but that would mean you would look like a 16 year old for the rest of time. And you'd probably never have even a chance at a normal life." And you'd die when the Olympus has faded, forgotten to time. "Another option is that you get murdered, and I find a way to resurrect you"

I'm pretty sure the Market feature in the System would probably have something for that, but I personally wouldn't rather risk it.

Thalia sighs, "I am really not a fan of any of those options Gill."

Neither am I.

"And that's why I have one final option for you."

4 Days Later…

Fireworks Beach…

"And then I told Demeter to go touch some grass!" I laugh as Hermes regales one of many stories of Olympians being Olympians. "Let me tell ya' kid, she gave me one heck of a cold shoulder for the next few decades, but, man, those granola bars were totally worth it." Oh yeah, apparently Demeter invented Granola bars several centuries before humans did.

Taking a sip of the beer can in my hand, I ask the God of Messengers, "So how did you manage to get on her good side?"

"Well Gill, the secret ingredient is crime." Hermes joked, "All I had to do was steal a couple of Persephone's prized pomegranates. And Demeter never realised that they were Persephone's, so when she gave Persephone the pomegranates, I was busy trying to keep a straight face when she realised that those fruits were hers!"

"I'm pretty sure Travis and Connor did something similar to that last November to the Ares Cabin. Let's just say that my cabin had to spend several hours with those two." Ah the poor little idiots. Their backsides will never be the same.

"Like father like son, I guess" Hermes smiles, as I put the finished beer can to the side. He looked at the small pile that had developed next to me, and gave a light frown, "You know that stuff's gonna kill you Gill."

"With all due respect, Lord Hermes, I'm a demigod. I'm in this for a fun time, not a long time" On the contrary, I was hoping to live far longer than my previous life, but I suppose when you compare that to the lifespan of a god, it does seem quite short.

"Drop the Lord, Gill" Hermes chuckles, "When someone alters fate so that my son doesn't have to suffer a tragic end, they can call me whatever they want! …Though let's just stay with Hermes for now." Huh. That's pretty surprising. Gods are pretty stingy with how they favour mortals. Though considering I was drinking alongside the god, I suppose we were somewhat friends.

"Trust me… Hermes. If Luke had a few years of experience. Like if he went on proper quests, I'm sure he would've been able to solo the quest." I say truthfully. Luke was talented. There were no two ways about it. "Frankly, he might've had a decent chance even if I didn't go this time. All he needed was a positive outlook." It's a wonder how much of a difference being an optimist can make.

"Even then, I owe you. So tell me. What do you want from a god?"

If Athena ever learns of all my plotting this year, perhaps even she would be impressed.

90 Days Later… (20th December 2003)

No POV…

Olympus

High above the mortal realm, in a place where immortals laugh and reign supreme, there is a throne room that could be seen from anywhere on this land in the skies. The throne room, as large as a single museum. With white marble floors and giant pillars, there was a sense of power that seemed to wisp around the building.

Through the large windows, one could see the entirety of Olympus, its entire golden splendour. Though it once was a single palace, Olympus had evolved and expanded just as Western society has. If you were to look down at the shining streets, you could see minor gods, dryads, nymphs, and all sorts of entities walking around the shops or taking photos of towering statues. If you ignore the absence of cars or bright advertisements everywhere, you could see the likeness between the bustling streets of New York.

The Throne, the seat of the Olympians. Each throne was unique in its own way, representing the domain or symbols of each god. Even a blind mortal could tell that these masterpieces could've only been crafted by the God of Smithing himself.

And at the centre of the room, to where all the Thrones seemed to be pointed towards, was a hearth, its soft flames warming the surroundings. Tending to these flames, occasionally throwing a piece of wood into the fire, was a hooded girl, with an uncharacteristically uneasy smile, and there was an odd sadness in her eyes.

For a moment, all that could be heard was the flicker of the flames, and the chatter of entities in Olympus's streets.

However, that calm was not to be expected today.

A loud voice boomed across Olympus, meeting the ears of everyone. "The Winter Solstice Council will convene!" Immediately, the mythical beings ran, heading inside buildings or even teleporting back to their homes in an instant. It wasn't that they thought they would be killed. No. They were simply very scared of a certain God of the Dead.

Back in the Throne Room, a woman teleported in, no effects or showmanship. Though she loved to show off like any other god, the goddess was unfortunately in a bad mood. Not only had her daughter gone on her yearly trip to her kidnapper, said kidnapper would be coming near her today. The Goddess of Agriculture, Demeter, sat on her throne made of delicately woven branches, a frown on her face.

Next to arrive, flying through the window with his golden winged boots, was Hermes. Unlike usual, he wore a 3-piece-suit, just like his father often does, but it looked quite odd on Hermes, who loved to wear all sorts of tracksuits. There is a nervous look in his eyes that he hides behind a smile. He takes a seat on his throne, made from grey rock and decorated with ram heads, though it did have a soft goatskin cushion.

Athena arrived next, and the Goddess of Wisdom came in her gear that was reminiscent of a decorated Athenian General. Her piercing grey eyes scanned the room, and she shook her head, clearly disappointed that so many hadn't arrived yet. She sits upon her silver throne, decorated with a crown of violets. The sides of the throne were covered with a tapestry that told the story of Athena's birth. Despite how… gory the story depicted was, Athena's masterful work made it look beautiful.

Two gods came next, appearing at the same time. "Looks like I came here first, little sister!" One of them says, grinning. He bore a distinct resemblance to our protagonist, Gill, and he wore an unbuttoned flower print shirt, along with white swim shorts.

The other god was dressed far more conservatively, as she wore a long silver hunter's coat, and was in her adult form instead of her usual child form she took. "How many times have I told you? I was born first! I literally helped our mother give birth to you!" She exclaimed, annoyed.

Before either could argue, the sound of a motorcycle's engine could be heard coming closer and closer, and the twin gods sigh, as they realise who was coming next, and they take a seat. And as they expected, forcefully opening the throne room's door was a Harley Davidson (obviously custom-made) crashing through, carrying the God of War, Ares, and the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite into the building.

Unashamedly, Aphrodite gives her boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, before sauntering off to her throne, which was bejewelled in pearls, gems, and swan feathers. It is stunningly beautiful, befitting of the Goddess of Love.

With a cocky grin, Ares gets off his motorcycle, and with the snap of his fingers, it disappears. He snaps his fingers once more, and teleports onto his seat, sitting. Of course, this annoyed Athena, who complained about his lack of decorum. And naturally this kickstarted an argument that somehow dragged Demeter into the fray as well.

And whilst they argued, a figure melts out of the single shadow in the room, and a tall, gaunt male dressed exclusively in black, leans against a wall, not taking a seat. Hades looks at the family that kept him away at an arm's length. He may be an introvert to the extreme, but no man, not even a god, wanted to be alone for well over half a year, even if it was a second in their monumental lifespan.

Next to arrive, coming in a swirl of saltwater that rose to the ceiling, was Poseidon, God of the Seas. His appearance alone silences the argument. After all, he was everyone's cool uncle. Poseidon greeted everyone, as he took a seat on his throne, though he did give Athena a dirty look, as he always did.

It also dawned on everyone that Hephaestus had already arrived. No one was sure when he had arrived, and Athena doubted he even knew, as he was busy tinkering with another one of his little inventions.

Of course, every cast needed a star, and the Lord of Lightning was fully willing to storm in to take the spotlight.

Lightning struck through the roof of the throne room, and right to the ground in front of the centre throne, which coincidentally is the largest. And from the smoke that came from the lightning strike appeared a tall man with broad shoulders, wearing a business suit. His thick black hair is slicked back, and his equally black beard was meticulously put together. And as he sits upon his platinum throne, an indiscernible look upon his face.

"Always one for dramatics, brother" Poseidon mocks, a Baja Blast in his hand.

"How sure are we that he isn't the God of Theatrics" Hades joins in, his svelte voice causing shivers down some of the god's spines.

"Enough." Zeus commanded, sending surprise to everyone in the room. Normally, he'd have retorted. "Hera will not be joining us for this council meeting." Every God was confused. Had there been an argument between the two? Or was Hera genuinely busy? "Athena, begin the meeting."

"...Father, we are missing another" Athena informs him, a little nervous at how serious Zeus was. Even Hades was a little chilled by the sight, and he'd gazed down the pits of Tarturus!

Zeus turns his head to look at the empty seat at the end of the female side of the throne room. Once it had been Hestia's throne, but she had abdicated it thousands of years ago to her nephew, the God of Alcohol, Dionysus. Zeus sighs, and takes in a deep breath, "DIONYSUS! GET HERE NOW, BRAT!" Like the domain he mastered, his own voice was similar to the rumbling of thunder.

Almost immediately, grape vines grew from the ground, and formed into the God of Wine, who was wearing a leopard print shirt, and a wine glass full of suspicious liquid. Zeus glared at the glass, but Dionysus placated him, "Fear not, father. It is alcohol free unfortunately. Just the way you love it" There is a bitter tone in his voice, that had been there for a very long time.

Zeus ignored his son's tone, and looked at Athena once more. The Goddess of Wisdom needed no further instruction, as she began to talk about the first thing on the council's agenda, which coincidentally was about one of the many other mythologies that they coexisted with.

4 Hours Later…

Even if many of the gods were being quite odd today, that did not change the fact that council meetings were so boring. Half the gods were snoozing, and the other half was on their way to that point. Only Athena, Hades, and Hephaestus were still awake, though Hephaestus was still just messing with his automaton.

"And finally, the last item on our agenda," Athena announced, causing everyone to snap up and pay attention, even Dionysus and Zeus. "The future of Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus." Athena turns to some automaton servants that Hephaestus had made a long time ago. The servants jauntily walked out, and after a few minutes had arrived with Chiron, and Thalia.

"You may leave, Chiron" Zeus commanded, causing the centaur to bow, and walk back out the door. Zeus looks at Thalia, who was kneeling before the Gods. There was a strange pride within the eyes of the Lightning God, though no doubt he'd never show it. "Begin, Athena"

Athena's eyes dart between Zeus and Thalia, but she speaks nonetheless, "As you all know, the reason the Winter Solstice Council has convened a day early is to discuss what we shall do with Thalia Grace, and whether we need to prepare for war." Thalia Grace gulps at the idea, but she keeps her mouth shut, for now. "I open the floor for discussion."

There is a brief moment of silence, before Ares decides to be the first to give an option, "We should kill the demigod, and get this over with." He grinned as if he had made a novel idea, though he quivered at the killer stare from Zeus. And so did everyone who also had the idea of killing Thalia. It seems the King of the Gods would not allow such a thing.

"There is no need for such crude violence, Ares" Artemis argues, with a signature look of superiority, "Especially when there are far better options." She looks at Zeus, and says, "I believe it would be the best for her if she joined the Hunt." Zeus thought about the idea. Artemis was rarely wrong with her ideas, and there was a reason why she was his favourite child.

Aphrodite scoffs, as she usually did when Artemis said anything, "Really now, you might as well kill her. Why punish the girl with a loveless eternity." The Goddess of the Hunt, and the Goddess of Love glared at one another.

"How about we just make her immortal" Hepheastus suggests, not particularly paying attention.

"Oh and how about we just make everyone immortal while we're at it! Damn, you're stupid as fuck, Hunchback" Ares laughs, causing Hepheastus to pause his tinkering, and instead look at the God of War with anger.

"At least I wasn't stupid enough to get caught naked. Some God of War you are."

And once more, another argument started, whilst Thalia was looking at the Olympians with confusion, disappointment, and more confusion. Hades silently walks over to Poseidon, and whispers into the Sea God's ear, "They certainly are our brother's kids."

Poseidon chuckles, "They did inherit quite a bit of his personality."

"SILENCE!" Zeus shouts, quieting the room, "Do not act like children when we are talking about something as important as this. Olympus could be at risk, so how about we act like gods for once." Once more, everyone is simply shocked at the premise of a serious Zeus.

"Uh… Lord Zeus," Zeus looked around to see who had talked, but none of the Gods gave any sign of having been the one to talk. And then, he looked down, and realised. It had been Thalia that had talked. How amusing. The King of the Gods nodded to her, giving her permission to continue, "One of my friends came up with an idea." Hm. If it was a demigod who gave her the idea, then it must've been a Child of Athena. "They suggested that the gods place me inside this hotel called… the Lotus Casino?" Now… That was a very good idea. It would make Thalia stay the same age forever until she was taken out of the building, whilst not having to serve a god. Instead she'd be living in bliss.

Zeus looked to Athena, who also seemed to think that the idea was pretty good, however it was Apollo who raised an issue, "It's a good idea, but there's a big problem. When you spend a long amount of time in the Lotus, you lose your sense of identity, and even memories. The girl would have a horrible time adjusting to the world if we take her out" Zeus sighs, annoyed that a potentially good idea had to unfortunately be struck out. Maybe the demigod would have to join the Hunt in the end.

Hades looks at his brother, who was clearly upset at the news. Should he help Zeus? After all the man had done to him, from outcasting Hades to killing one of Hades's lovers. The God of the Dead had more than enough reason to let the demigod before him join the Hunt. Yet… this would be a brilliant opportunity to show everyone that he was a way better man than Zeus.

"I have a solution to that." Everyone looked at him, surprised that he had decided to help. After all, he had tried to kill the girl a couple years ago. "The Underworld has many special metals in it. As you know, one of them is Stygian Iron, however there is another. We call it Lethean Quartz. It can't be forged into swords, however, if turned into a bracelet, it will allow the wearer to retain their memories, and the sense of self" It was the same thing he gave to Nico and Bianca when he put them inside the Lotus. Somehow, being so near the River of Forgetfulness had given the metal a deep resistance to all sorts of memory loss.

"You wouldn't… happen to have any of this metal lying around?" Zeus asked, clearly struggling with having to ask his brother for help.

Hades gave a cocky sneer, before his hands were wrapped in shadows, which circled into a small bracelet that seemed miniscule in his gigantified hands. "Luckily, I had an extra made." For Maria Di Angelo, never used. Hades throws the bracelet, which floats down Thalia. She examines the bracelet, and puts it on her hand, whilst thanking Hades just like Gill had told her to.

"...Thank you, brother," Zeus quietly says to Hades. Ah, the God of the Dead will never let go of this moment.

"However, this will only make sure you don't lose your memories. For the full effect and protection, another will have to join the girl. I can have another bracelet made within an hour, but you will have to choose who goes with her."

There is a moment of silence in the throne room. Who will send one of their children to go with the potentially evil child of Zeus. However, Hermes gives a devilish grin, "My son can go. Luke is already good friends with Thalia. I do not see why he can't go."

Zeus thinks about it, before saying, "Thank you Hermes. Very well, we shall send my daughter and Hermes's son to the Lotus Hotel & Casino. Thalia, you may leave" The girl leaves almost immediately clearly thoroughly intimidated and disillusioned by the gods. "I suppose with that done. Do we have anything else before the council is finished?"

There is a small moment of silence, before suddenly, Hermes jumps from his throne,and to the centre of the room in front of Thalia. "Why, I do, Father."

Zeus sighs, annoyed that he'd have to stay a little longer, "Very well Hermes. Make it quick though."

Hermes gives a grin, before snapping his fingers which causes a stack of paper to appear in front of each god's lap. "Well, the topic I'd like to talk about with everyone today is… A large-scale restructure of Camp Halfblood." There is a silence so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Athena immediately begins to flip through gargantuan amounts of paper, making sure to read every word. "Hermes, you wrote this?" She asked, surprised that Hermes could've written something so comprehensive and professional.

The God of Merchants rubbed the back of head, slightly abashed. "Ah, well I had a little help." Before she could ask any further questions, Hermes continued speaking, "Anyway, as you see on the paper, having more cabins at camp would not only boost the morale of the demigods, but it would strengthen any loyalty to Olympus. And it's kind of messed up for kids to be sleeping on the floor, when there's enough room at the Camp for cabins."

"This… is unprecedented, Hermes. We can't just allow it like this." Zeus argues, reluctant to make such a radical change. However he was still open to the idea, which Hermes suspects is because Luke is going with Thalia to the Lotus.

"And why not?" Every eye darted to the centre of the room, behind Hermes. To the little girl tending to the flames of the hearth. "Tell me, little brother, why can we not have more cabins at the camp?"

Zeus gulped. If there was one god you never wanted to mess with, it was Hestia. "S-Sister, it's just that… where would be put the Undetermined demigods?" He says, hoping that it'd be enough to dissuade his sister.

However Hestia just smiled, "Why, they can stay in the Hestia Cabin. Unless you don't think I, the eldest of all the Gods, am not worthy enough to have a Cabin?" There was an odd feeling you would get when you saw that smile. Like a prey seeing its predator.

"Yes! I mean, no! I mean- Fine." Zeus relented, not wanting to further offend the kindest goddess. "We'll put it up to a vote. Raise your hand if you abstain from this vote" No one raised their hand, apart from Zeus. The vote was far too important. "Raise your hand if you are against adding nearly 20 cabins to Camp Halfblood." Dionysus, and Ares raise their hands. "And all those for?" Interestingly, Hades raised his hands the highest, probably because this affected him directly.

In a landslide victory, Camp Halfblood would be getting a year-long renovation.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're terrifying, Aunt Hestia?" Hermes asks the Goddess of the Hearth, as the Olympians begin to leave.

Hestia just gives him a smile, though sweet this time instead of scary. "Once or Twice."

Author's Notes: And SKADOOSH! Another chapter done.

Don't do drugs.

Anyway, here are Gill's stats:

Name: Gilgamesh Ashford
Age: 10
Level: 56
Title: Child of Apollo

HP: 9443/9443
MP: 11203/11203

Stats
Strength: 718
Agility: 700
Endurance: 550
Charisma: 525
Intelligence: 600
Willpower: 600
Luck: 550

Stat Points: 0