Prologue: A Plee For Help

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          "Help!" The plee had been sent long ago, but the Olympians received the message late, and even then there was much deliberation as to a decision. 

"Poseidon's child may be the greatest male demigod." Artemis said. "Likely the best suited for the job."

The twelve sat on their thrones, deliberating.

"That is out of the question!" Poseidon roared, "I am not sending my son out of this world, likely to never return. He has already been through two wars, and into Tartarus no less!"

He looked to the others for support, but Athena pounced.

 "He is a great warrior." Athena agreed begrudgingly as if he had never spoken. Perhaps this is my chance to get back at that coral-skulled fish brain.

"He is the first and best choice." decreed Zeus, earning a glare from his brother. "Now we must choose others." 

Hades made himself known. "If Posy's son goes, he will need mine to keep him in check!"

"The children of the Big Three! Let Thalia also come and we shall lend the most powerful trio. Middle-Earth will need them if Sauron is truly rising. You know that he will only hunger for more power if he conquers one world. We could hardly withstand him with his Ring. Better to abolish him now while he is weakened and searching." 

Artemis was outraged. "Thalia is not going! she is my lieutenant and has her own responsibilities!"

"This is her responsibility. My daughter will go." Zeus countered. "It is settled. Perseus Jackson, Nico Di Angelo and Thalia Grace shall be sent to Middle-earth. The King has spoken." He glared around the room, daring any to challenge his authority. Thunder rumbled outside sealing the deal, or maybe threatening those who would dare meet his gaze.

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