Maybe Some Day...

A/N: I do not own Percy Jackson, or any of the characters used, Rick Riordan does. I only own the plot.

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In the heart of New York, there were more than a few confused faces. Namely because it was meant to be summer, and it was if literal buckets of water were being dropped from the smokey sky, soaking most of the skimpily-clad youth to the bone.

Most.

There was a group of girls who remained dry, however, all flaunting a sort of silver glow in the darkness, with a mosaic of umbrellas held above them. They marched across roads with too-fast cabs, jogged past a cafe with three times too many people crammed inside, and, finally, sprinted through the doors of the Empire State Building.

They attracted their fair share of odd looks, especially when a young girl with neatly plaited hair, and another, older girl with short black hair marched towards the front desk, their circlets glinting in the artificial glow cast by the lights above them.

The younger-looking girl flashed a card at the man at the desk, and after several minutes of hasty fumbling, he produced a handful of keys.

Bystanders continued to watch, mesmerised, until the dark haired girl turned around, snapping her fingers briskly.

"Damned Mortals," she grumbled, as the Mist clouded their minds.

The younger girl said nothing, gesturing rapidly until the girls split into multiple groups, whereupon a single member from each group was given a key.

The dark haired girl frowned once more as she was not gifted a key, and instead was lead into the elevator with their leader.

"Now, remember, what I told you, Thalia. As insufferable as the Gods can be sometimes, particularly Aphrodite and my brother, do not retaliate, and remain respectful at all times," Artemis lectured, as the elevator doors closed, and in the blink of an eye she changed into a different form.

"Am I still aloud to kick anyone who flirts with me in the ass?" Thalia questioned, glancing up at the Goddess, eyeing the plait of brown hair that had grown waist-length to fit her sudden growth-spurt, as she transformed into a young woman.

"Is that really a question that needs answering?" Artemis replied with a smirk, as her Lieutenant took off her silver backpack, which swiftly morphed into a stunning set of bow and arrows.

The younger Huntress grinned as the doors opened with the a loud ding, sparing their ears from anymore elevator music.

"Your father is upset," The Goddess of the Hunt noted as they strolled through Olympus, Huntresses hastily joining them as they came out the elevator. Thunder boomed, as if confirming her statement.

"Probably because we're an hour late to the Summer Solstice." After a brief moment, Thalia added, "And he's your father too."

"Barely," the Goddess laughed, her face quickly losing any and all expression as they entered the Throne Room.

For another minute or so, the loud, over-dramatic yells continued, until the arrival of a hundred or so maidens plus a Goddess was noticed.

"Where have you been!?" Zeus boomed as lightning crackled around him, and the scent of ozone filled the air.

"Collecting my Huntresses. We have enough new recruits that I can send them on missions all over the world," Artemis replied nonchalantly, going over and taking her seat on the throne next to Apollo's.

The infuriating God beamed at his sister, before turning that too-big grin on her Hunters. Or, more specifically, her second-in-command.

Thalia grit her teeth, forcing herself to instead stare at her father.