Percy's Mountain hunt

Percy Jackson, now in his mid-twenties, had found solace in a secluded cabin nestled in the rugged mountains of New York. Standing tall at 6'5", his once youthful face now bore a scruffy beard, reflecting the quiet resilience he had cultivated. The tranquility of his new life, far removed from the chaotic godly world, was a balm to his soul. He reveled in the serene, pine-scented air and the gentle rustling of leaves, with solitude as his only companion.
But one crisp morning, his peace was abruptly shattered. The Hunters of Artemis, fierce and determined, had tracked him down, their urgent whispers slicing through the stillness. They needed Percy for a mission, one so critical that it threatened the very balance of the mortal and divine realms. Yet Percy, weary and disillusioned, was reluctant to return to the life he had fought so hard to escape. Convincing him to step back into the world he had left behind would be no easy task. The stakes were high, and the Hunters would have to summon every ounce of their resolve to persuade him.
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