Prologue
HECATE'S POV
It's always scary getting summoned to Olympus. The minor gods tend to keep to themselves, and when we're summoned, it's never good.
Like when Hera asked me to help her with a little plan. I was to switch the bodies of Jason Grace and Perseus Jackson, two of Olympus' newest heroes. In my opinion, they both should be gods right now, Jason has done nearly as much as Heracles, or Hercules for him, and Percy, one of the most demigods in existence, had nearly tripled those labors.
But no! Jason was determined to serve the Roman Leigon, and Percy turned his down for a girl. A girl, who the gods would not mind giving immortality to, if he had just asked.
When I arrived Hera was sitting on her throne. It was all white, except for the giant peacock feather on the back. Her black hair was long and curly today and she wore it in an intricately braided bun. She was wearing a classic light blue chiton that brought out her eyes.
"Sit," she commanded, and a chair big enough for me to sit on appeared. It was clear Hera made it much shorter than he radiant throne, so she could emphasize her power over me. "I'm sure you know about the second great prophecy." She said.
"Yes, my lady," I responded, fiddling with my deep purple hair.
Hera smiled warmly, legitimately, it was a rare sight, creepy to say the least. "No need for formal titles, we're family!"
My chair grew, "Oh, um Yes Hera, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Do I need a reason to summon you?" She asked.
"No, it's just that usually there's a reason for why-" I stuttered. The last time I was summoned, it was before the American revolution. That was when we were voting to decide whether or not to move to America.
She became cold and regal, her usual self, "Of course there's a reason. I was attempting to unite Greeks and Romans, and I need your help."
I will admit, possessing powers even Hera doesn't have does have its perks, but I was a little worried. "Why do you need me?" I asked.
"I was thinking, most times result in war, but what if, they don't have a reason to fight? What if, they made a friendly trade?" She suggested. Knowing Hera, this would be anything, but friendly.
I picked up a scrap of note book paper. "Is this your plan?" I read the sheet. Her plan was to wipe Jason and Percy's memories, then plop them down on different sides of the country. I don't know why she would need my help for that.
"No," she responded, "this is my plan," with a flick of her index finger, a projector appeared, showing a slide show. "I'd like for Mr. Jackson and Mr. Grace to switch bodies."
I was appalled. Body switching was very dangerous, and confusing realm of magic. "Sure," I responded, "but what's in it for me?"
Hey, I wasn't going to work myself to the bone, and not get credit for it! "Name your price." She said, as if it was obvious.
I thought about that long and hard. There wasn't anything in particular that I wanted, nothing for Lou, Alice, Quentin, or Xavier either, well, maybe to actually get them to camp, but I heard Percy was working on that. Then it struck me.
"Hazel Levesque, Daughter of Pluto." I replied with confidence. Before her death, she showed great promise with the mist. She'd be valuable if the second giant war really came.
"Consider it done," Hera said as I shook her cold, pale hand.