Percy Jackson and the Bonds of Destiny.

Missions and Idiots.

In the heart of Olympus, Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, stood before the assembled council of the Olympian gods. Her presence was a rarity, and her solemn expression hinted at the gravity of the matter she had come to address.

Artemis began, her voice commanding attention, "My fellow Olympians, I have come to speak of a matter that concerns the demigods and the choices they face. The mysteriuos boy, has embarked on a path of great importance."

The council of gods and goddesses listened with a mixture of curiosity and interest. The demigods, though their lives were often entwined with the gods, rarely appeared in the halls of Olympus.

Artemis continued, "The boy has demonstrated remarkable strength and resourcefulness, but his journey has taken unexpected turns. He possesses a unique ability—the power of shadow travel, a skill he has acquired through his father, Hades presumably."

A murmur of intrigue rippled through the council. The power of shadow travel was a rare and mysterious gift, one that allowed a demigod to traverse great distances through the shadows and emerge in unexpected places.

"O' Iris goddess of the rainbow show me Los Angeles, 2 hours ago. The incident is clear proof of his strength and not to mention his love for demigods which is unique compared to other children of Hades" Mentions Artemis.

Start of Iris Message

Percy Jackson stood at the entrance to the Underworld, a realm filled with shadows and echoes of the past. Hades, the god of the Underworld, had summoned him for a mission that would take him deep into the heart of darkness..

Hades, his voice resonating with an otherworldly gravity, spoke, "Percy Jackson, I have a mission for you, one that you must undertake. You are to deliver a son of Apollo from Los Angeles to Camp Half-Blood. This demigod has suffered in the mortal world, and it is time to bring him to safety."

Percy nodded, his determination unwavering. He understood the gravity of the task, knowing that the mortal world could be a harsh and unforgiving place for demigods.

As Percy descended into the Underworld, he couldn't help but remember the harshness of his own past, the violence he had faced, and the friends he had lost along the way.

In Los Angeles, he arrived at a scene of violence and despair. The son of Apollo, a young boy with sun-kissed hair, was trapped in a nightmare. His stepfather, a brutal man, subjected the child to relentless abuse. The boy's face was bruised, and his spirit was broken.

Percy's heart boiled with anger as he confronted the abuser. The battle that ensued was a maelstrom of chaos and fury.

Percy, his voice a tempestuous roar, cried out to the abuser, "Enough! Your cruelty ends here!"

The abuser, his voice dripping with malice, retorted, "Who are you to interfere, boy?"

Percy, declared, "I am your death, and I won't let you harm the innocent!"

In the midst of the confrontation, Percy's own fury swelled. He channeled the might of the underworld, a force that surged through him, and unleashed it upon the abuser, sending him to the fields of punishment.

Turning to the son of Apollo, Percy offered a hand filled with empathy. "You're safe now. I'm here to take you to a place where you can heal and be among others like us."

End of Iris message

Zeus, the king of the gods, spoke, "Artemis, what is the purpose of your revelation? What are the implications of the boy's abilities and choices?"

Artemis's voice held a sense of urgency as she replied, "Presumbaly, an ally, a demigod this powerful could change the outcome of a lot of wars such as the second titan war in just 2 years."