Percy knelt on the black marble floor of his foster father's palace silently. Two siblings, a boy and girl, stood behind and to the left of him. They were not closely related by blood, but they might as well have been, they were closer than most blood siblings anyway. The shadows rippled peacefully as the large man atop his throne of crystallized souls prepared his words carefully. Finally he spoke.

"Perseus Jackson. You are to prove yourself worthy of my service at long last, slay one of Lycaon's pack and return unscathed with its head. Then you shall be welcomed to the ranks of your foster brother and sister formally." The god declared, he wasn't asking if Percy wanted to do this, he was telling him either to do it or never return, but this palace was his home and he would do anything to protect it.

"Yes my Lord, what shall I say if I encounter the forces of Olympus?" Percy asked, his black hair hung into his face, preventing the god from reading his expression or seeing his eyes.

"Do not allow yourself to be captured, but do not permanently wound any of them if you can help it, we do not need the Olympians enquiring about your identity. Cousin." Hades ordered, Percy nodded and vanished into a shadow.

Percy reappeared in the shadow of a massive pine tree. In the clearing just ten feet from his hiding place stood a group of at least fifty werewolves. Percy rubbed the silver ring on his right index finger and smiled slightly as black and silver liquid metal flowed into a spear taller than he was. He stepped out of the shadow and strode toward the camp of werewolves. One noticed, a female, she charged him without warning. Percy swung his spear and knocked the massive wolf to the side, effectively canceling her charge, the wolf charged him again. His spear was thrust automatically, he didn't need to think, the wolf yelped before falling to the ground, spasming. Another wolf leapt for Percy's head, but his spear butt smacked into the beast's chest before the spear head was swung around, slicing the wolf's throat. Percy winced as hot blood splashed across his face, his spear flowed into a simple axe. He crouched next to the dead female and brought his axe down on its neck, severing the head and part of the neck from the rest of its body. It dissolved into shadow as Percy turned and readied himself for a fight, the rest of the pack was beginning to surround him. Silver arrows flew from the trees. Percy cursed and deflected one aimed for his skull before sprinting into the trees, leaping over the few werewolves that had managed to get behind him before the assault. Shadows enveloped him as the tree branches blocked the moonlight from revealing him. He could feel a goddess' aura approaching from the side, he needed to escape without shadow traveling, or his foster father would be implicated. He leapt over a fallen tree and ran faster, he desperately shadow traveled his ring back to his room in the Underworld before putting every ounce of strength he had into his legs. Whish. A beam of silver shot past his face, followed by a trickled of blood from his ear, he stopped running but didn't turn.

"On your knees boy." A voice ordered, Percy fell to his knees but remained silent, refusing to speak to the goddess that would surely torture him within the hour, Hades could not help him without revealing everything, which would only make his situation worse. The moon goddess approached him warily, keeping her hunting knives ready to slash the teen in front of her. She stepped in front of him and placed one under his chin, forcing his eyes upward. Pure silver met a swirling mix of gold, silver, black, and white. Artemis gasped and stepped backward hesitantly.

"Do what you wish. You will gain no information from me." Percy announced calmly, he was prepared for this situation, he would die slowly and painfully with no hope of rescue, but that was to be expected for a Titan's offspring. The goddess stared at him in shock, and something else, but Percy ignored her strange expression and kept his eyes forward. A silver blade flashed in the dark forest, Percy remained stoic despite the hunting knife embedded into the ground, touching his knee but not cutting it,

"You owe me Titan. And I will collect on this debt one day, I expect you to answer me when I call." She informed him, Percy blinked in shock, as if he was dreaming, and pulled the knife from the ground. She nodded at him slightly and disappeared into the trees. Percy's heart skipped a beat as he examined the long silver knife in his hand. He slid it into his belt and walked into a shadow slowly, still reeling from the implications of his new debt.