A New Member

Twentyone

Zeus was very shocked to see the Hero of Olympus, the last one, standing infront of him leaning on a man with a metal arm. The look in his eyes was a mix between pissed and pain.
"Uncles, father, others." Perseus addressed politely. He was dressed in black jeans, a black muscle tee, and black shoes.
"P–Perseus! I didn't think you'd ever come back. I thought..." Zeus began.
"That I killed myself? No the Fates would have made me immortal fearing that they would lose the last strongest hero. I thought that I was to live normally and have a gym buddy." Perseus glared in the direction of a blonde man. "Unfortunately, I ended up being recruted for a group of heroes that Thor works with. As well as an old friend. Now, less than hours ago, Tartarus was out in Times Square, and well, killed me but dad saved me again." Perseus said.
"And?" Ares asked bored and picking at his nails.
"And, if Tartarus has enough energy to hold a human form on the surface, he could be rising. Which means an army and well, last I checked, we aren't really stocked up on strong fighters. I brought the team to help. And to make it clear, I will be retiring from the team and going to camp for good once we win this war. Clear?" There was much authority that Zeus couldn't decline.
"Er... Fine. Now. I would like you to take the team to camp. Give them permission and train the campers." Perseus nodded and limped with the man with the metal arm's help out to camp.