Snake Tooth (A PJO/HP Crossover)

Prologue- Dangerous Mission

It was a cold, winter night, and the lack of modern insulation in the drafty tower caused the man to shiver and wrap his scarf tighter, despite being indoors. He sat at a wooden desk with intricate pictures craved into it, depicting scenes of humans using an assortment of weapons against mythological beasts. Teams of cloaked children pointed wands at a dragon. A group of three teens had their bows aimed at what appeared to be a very large dog.

Sitting on the floor in front of the desk, a young house elf smiled and hummed gently to himself as he traced his fingers over the designs. The cold didn't seem to bother him, at least in part due to the cheery fire behind him, casting warmth and light to the room.

The man finished what he was writing and gently lifted a small box to his right, placing it on the desk in front of him. He picked up the letter and undid the latch, lifting the lid and taking a second to study the box's contents. Then he tucked the letter inside and closed the box, redoing the latch before standing abruptly. The house elf noticed his master standing and nimbly sprung to his feet. The man beckoned for him to follow and walked over to the fire, still carrying the box. Once the elf was in front of him, the man knelt on one knee to be eye level with the creature and spoke.

"Rinko, I have a request that is by no means an order. What I'm about to ask you to do I want you to feel free to turn down."

The house elf frowned. Why was his master being so solemn? And surely the man knew that Rinko loved helping him and would never turn down an opportunity to do so.

"Tomorrow night is the autumn solstice. The gods will gather in America, and I need to contact one of them. I want you, Rinko, to take this to them on top of the Empire State Building and give it to Hermes. Understand before you accept that this is terribly dangerous, for the gods might, and likely will, get mad at you. If this happens, your punishment will be severe, likely death, or worse. This is why I want you to know that you can turn this down. You risk you life and your essence if you accept."

His master had told Rinko enough about the gods before hand that he understood most of what he was told. But he had a question.

It was not a house elf's proper place to ask, and Rinko did not want to disrespect his master. But Rinko was a curious creature by nature, and his master had always treated him as an equal before. So Rinko spoke his mind.

"What's in the box?"

The man opened it and let Rinko peer at the sphere inside. A Prophecy Record, as well as the note to Hermes telling him it must be delivered to Hecate.

Rinko stared at it, mesmerized by the blue flame. Then he abruptly looked up at his master.

"I'll do it."