Fallen
A mysterious boy enters Camp Half-Blood, sporting horrible scars and green eyes that had seen untold horrors; with a powerful aura that showed he was very experienced with monster-fighting. His name? Percy Jackson.
Thunder shook in the distance, confirming a promise on the river Styx.
'There, I promised, Zeus," said Poseidon.
"The boy is still very dangerous. Have you not forgotten our oath during World War II?" Zeus exclaimed.
The crackling of the fire behind them was the only sound that could be heard.
"I did promise to protect him and to stop him from betraying Olympus." Poseidon retorted.
Zeus sighed and said, "Fine. But if he shows the smallest act of rebellion his last sensation will be my master bolt! Council dismissed."
The gods quietly left teleported away from the 600th floor of the Empire State Building.