"In the last major war, Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon," Autumn pointed to the swag-beach dude next to her, "Made the gods swear on the River Styx that they would claim their child by the age of 13. Well, obviously they broke the oath because I'm 14 right now, I was suppose to be claimed one year ago. The effect of the broken oath is still yet to be known. Hecate, the Goddess of Magic, and Hephaestus, the God of forges, fire, and technology sent us here on a quest to defeat the alien guy. But apparently, she wanted us to run into you guys, the Paladins of Voltron, for help."