The Wolf Guardian - A PJO Fanfic

Story Time With Uncle Alpha!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or any of his friends

Percy: what about my enemies?

Me: I don't own them either

Percy: Well, then who DOES?

Me: Rick Riordan, he owns everything

Percy: EVERYTHING!?

Me: Except for the plot and a few OCs

Percy: What's an OC?

Me: An original character, now go back to your part and wait your turn!

Percy: Fiiiiiinnne

Me: On with da story!

~Artemis POV~

     I wake up the next morning when I hear breathing, there's something in my tent. The breathing is coming from my right side so I summon my silver hunting knives on my left and shoot up, holding one to the neck of whatever's in my tent.

     "Jeez, Arty, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed!"

     "Alpha! What are you doing in my tent!? I almost killed you! And don't call me Arty!"

     "Whatever you say... Arty." Argh, stupid boy... wolf... whatever. "By the way, there's a meeting on Olympus in five!" and he runs away, howling.

     I want to chase after him but I have a meeting to get to so I walk out of my tent and address my hunters, "I have a meeting on Olympus, so Thalia's in charge while I'm gone, Thalia, I hereby temporarily pass the power of Alpha's collar to you, if there's a threat, just say, 'I release you from camp' see you soon... I hope," I mutter under my breath, sometimes the council meetings can carry on for hours.

     Unfortunately, by the time I flashed to Olympus, the arguing was already full swing. Ares and Hephaestus were fighting over Aphrodite, who was checking her makeup in a mirror. Demeter is setting up an ad for cereal with Hermes, Zeus is getting 'chewed out' as the mortals say, by Hera, my idiot twin, Apollo was poking a snoring Dionysus trying and wake him up, and Poseidon is at it with Athena again - he still hasn't accepted that an olive tree was a better gift than a fountain that was almost as salty as Zeus himself.

     Finally, Zeus notices me and bangs his master bolt on the marble floor of the throne room until my fellow gods and goddesses settled down.

     "Now, Dionysus," Zeus addresses the - still sleeping - wine god, "what news from Camp Half-Blood?"

     There was a deafening silence can silence be deafening? - penetrated by a few snickers from some of the gods, namely my immature younger brother Apollo and Hermes - as Dionysus slept on, oblivious to Zeus's attempts to awaken him. My father, being my father, decides not to wait and instead shocks him with a small bolt, earning more snickers from the rest of the council. Dionysus finally stopped snoring and jolted upright,

     "Wass'appenin'?" he asks sleepily, his words slurred as he rubs his eyes groggily.

     "I asked," my father glared pointedly at the grumpy wine god, "what news there is from Camp Half-Blood. You are, after all, their director."

     "The little brats are fine, sure there have been less of them around, and there have been many more monster attacks, and there was that one time Finn and Rachel (Frank and Reyna) called for help at Camp Jupiter, but as far as I'm concerned, that means less of the little brats around to annoy me, so all is well." he said resentfully, although he visibly cheered up at his last statement before slouching in his throne once again "can I go back to sleep now?"