I sat around a fire, poking at it dejectedly. There has to be something I can do! Why do we have to sit around?

After Khaos had come, mass confusion had surrounded the arena. Screams and cries of panic had erupted, and everyone was scrambling around. In the disorientation, dad had freed the other 11 Gods, and, with Athena and Artemis, dad transported us to some remote part of Greece, which was where we were now. Dad had cast a spell around the area, which protected us from detection, and made us invisible to everyone on the outside of the wall.

It was a nifty trick.

The gods were talking to small groups of about three, but I sat alone, staring into the fire.

I just need a sign, I thought. Just something to show me the right path.

Dad came and sat by my side. "Hello Percy."

I sighed. "Hey dad."

Poseidon placed his hand on my shoulder. "How are you feeling?"

Like a failure, I thought, but didn't dare say. "Like should I be doing something. I hate sitting around. We've been here for two weeks! Why can't I go and help?"

Poseidon was quiet and Athena came and sat on my other side in the silence. "Percy," dad started. "I know you want to help. I do, as well. But you know, just as I do, that if we go into battle unprepared against Khaos, then we'll lose. Especially with the gods having no powers. You remember, before you left? They're powers are gone. The bridge wasn't fixed in time. We're mortals."

That's news. "What? Why wasn't I told?" I demanded.

"You had enough to deal with," Athena said quietly. "You didn't need anything else to worry about.'

"Your . . . mortals." The words tasted bitter in my mouth. Defiled. Wrong. "And I?"

"Will remain immortal." Athena confirmed. "Because you were changed so recently, you still have mortal blood running though you veins, meaning you are still tied to the mortal world, without actually being mortal. You will remain immortal, as you survived the change. But Olympus . . . Olympus is no more, as are the Olympians. We are now just mortals, fighting for a hopeless cause. The world will fall into Khaos. And we will be powerless to stop it."

I sat silently, then stood up. All eyes turned to me. "No," I said. "This isn't a hopeless cause. You're wrong, Athena. We aren't powerless. There is one thing that they won't expect us to do, one thing that might give us an advantage."

Everyone looked at me expectantly. "How many fighters do they have?" I asked.

Athena shrugged. "If that arena was anything to go by, maybe a few million. Why?"

I grinned. "Because we have seven billion."

I sat in my mums lounge room. I had decided that it was useless to try other ways to get back to America, and that I had to do this quickly. Since the other gods were powerless, and I didn't know how to transport more people than me, we had relied on father to use magic to get us back to America. We were all currently sitting in my mums lounge. All the gods. In my apartment. With my mum. And Paul. In New York. The former resting place of the Olympian Gods. Yeah, this would go over well.

"So, Percy," mum cleared her throat. "What's wrong this time?"

A few gods stifled laughter. "Olympus has fallen. The gods are mortal. Kronos has risen Khaos, who is on his side and is currently plotting with him to destroy the world. The gods have no powers, except for me, because I've still got some mortal blood or something so I'm cool. Oh, and dad is a magician and passed his powers to me . . . did I miss anything?"

Everyone shook his or her heads. Mum rolled her eyes heavenward. "Of course. Always my son. Never anyone else's. Alright, Perce, what do you need me to do?"

A few of the gods looked at bit startled at her easy-going nature, and Poseidon smiled fondly.

I took a deep breath. "Because the gods have no power, and there aren't nearly enough demi-gods to defeat the Titans and Khaos, I've come to the decision that we need more help . . . mortal help."

"Mortal help?" mum enquired.

I nodded. "We have to tell mortals about the Olympians. We have to get them to fight with us. Maybe get the Navy, the Army, the Marines . . . we'll get the Australian Army, the British Army, any Asian Army . . . we'll get everyone. Anyone who is willing to fight for our world."

I stood outside Fox News, flanked by my father and Athena. The other gods were still at home, ready to be transported here in case of an emergency. Although they were mortals, it didn't mean they couldn't fight . . . not that it should come to that.

We had decided that Poseidon and Athena would be the best people to come. Well, Athena would be. I just wanted dad along.

I pushed open the doors and we walked into the air-conditioned space. I smiled at the secretary. "Hi. I have an urgent issue that the world needs to be informed of."

She stared at me. "What?"

I leant over the counter. "I need air time. And I need it as soon as possible."

"I'm sorry sir, but unless the matter is more important than-"

"More important the destruction of your world?"

She stood up and scurried off. A few minutes later she returned with a formal man.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Perseus Jackson, King of Olympus." My eyes flashed green for a bonus effect.

The man stepped back. "Er, Mr. Jackson . . . what did you, ah, need to discuss?"

"Listen, I'm going to make this short. This is Athena, this is Poseidon. Kronos, the Titan Lord, unleashed Khaos, the creator of the Universe a few weeks ago, and Kronos and Khaos plan to destroy the world. Recently the Bridge to Olympus was destroyed, and the gods lost all their powers. We don't have enough power to destroy the entire army, so we plan on informing the world of the Olympians and getting the help of the people on the planet."

Silence.

"I-I don't really think that-."

"Poseidon can make the story stream to every single T.V in the world. Every. Single. One. That's great advertising for Fox, isn't it?"

All around the world, T.V's flickered to life. People stood to look at what was showing, yelling in all languages. They all didn't know their lives were about to change forever.

The presenter, Millie or whatever her name was, smiled into the camera. "Hello ladies and gentlemen, from all over the world. This evening we have a very special presentation. In the studio, we have Perseus Jackson, Athena and Poseidon."

Poseidon and Athena stayed quiet, but I smiled. We can't make people think we're hostile, can we?

"Perseus, tell us why you're here."

I took a deep breath. "To tell the world the truth."

"The truth about what?"

"Gods."

The presenter waited. I leant forward in my chair. "I'm sure you've all heard the Greek Myths. They aren't myths. The gods have been around for millennia, moving with Western Civilisation. At the moment, the heart of Western Civilisation is in New York City . . . well, it was."

"Was?"

"Three weeks ago, the bridge to Olympus fell, stranding the gods on Olympus. Myself and the goddess Artemis were able to get out. We travelled to Greece, to fight the Titan Lord Kronos, who is loose in our world. He raised the Primordial goddess, Khaos, who is now helping Kronos destroy our world. Now, as I explained before, the bridge to Olympus fell. This meant that the godly power was drained."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning the gods have no powers. This is, uh, quite unfortunate as it limits our ability to fight against our enemies. Which brings us to the reason of our visit. We need help. The enemy have monsters. Millions. We have gods with no powers, and 200 demi-gods, children of the gods. Nothing compared to them. We can't let them take control of our world."

"Are you suggesting we help?"

"That's exactly what I'm suggesting."

Millie sat silently. "Your story has flaws."

I rolled my eyes. "It has holes," I corrected. "I haven't told you everything, because everything isn't essential to the main story. Ask me any question, though."

"Who are you in relation to the gods? There was no Perseus Jackson in the myths."

"I was a demi-god son of Poseidon."

"Was?"

I grinned. "Well, Poseidon is still my father, obviously. But I'm a god now. King of the gods, at your service." I spread my arms wide.

Millie sat back in shock.

"King?" she stuttered.

"Uh-huh. As of, like . . . Athena, how long ago was it?"

Athena rolled her eyes. "Three months."

"There you go," I said cheerfully. "Three months."

Millie just stared at me.

"OK," I confessed, "I understand that everyone in the world who is watching are thinking, 'Who the hell does this kid think he is, coming and lying to everyone'. If I wasn't lying, you in countries like Australia, Britain, Asia . . . You wouldn't be watching this. We have the power to broadcast this over the entire world. I don't know if you will all believe me about the Olympians. I don't know if you will think we're friends or foe, and frankly I don't care. What I do care about, is this world; my world. Maybe you don't like the way we run the world, maybe we have flaws in our power; but power is a flaw, one that we deal with.

"Our world is precious and extremely fragile. At the hands of someone like Kronos or Khaos, it won't be peaceful, or easy. You can argue that your life is awful, your country ravaged by war. But let me tell you, if they take control of our world . . . the earth beneath our feet will be torn apart, the world broken.

"We aren't perfect; yes, even gods don't reach perfection. We make as many mistakes as mortals do. But, my telling you . . . this isn't a mistake. Kronos is coming. And he won't back down. We have to fight. We have to fight, to save our world."

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