I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON OR MAXIMUM RIDE

IF I DID I WOULDN'T BE WRITING A FAN FICTION

Hermes ran, thrashing through satyr's and nymph's. He had to report the news to Zeus, BIG news. Hermes winged sandals could no longer fly, for once he had been busy all day, reporting to the gods. He smiled. Once in his life he has felt truly important. The god's pace began to speed up through the city, as he passed buildings and houses. He ran through alley's, past the market's, and up the hill. He stopped for a minute to catch his breath when a storm cloud began to shadow over him. Uh oh not again Hermes thought as the booming voice of lord Zeus filled his ears with dread.

"YOU ARE THE MESSENGER OF THE GODS"

"IF YOU DO NOT FULFILL YOUR DUTIES THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES."

Hermes started to stare at the ground and put his palm to his forehead. This had been the second time today this happened. He scrunched up his eyebrows, to try to stop his migraine. He felt liquid drip onto his palm and took it off. The golden blood of immortality was all over his hand and dripping down his face. He took deep breaths to try and calm down. And with his luck it made him bleed even more.

The storm cloud was looming over his head, thundering louder, making his head blood was now dripping down his face and onto the grass. He tried to stay calm but it didn't work. He was running out of time. He slowly waved his hand over his forehead and the bleeding half stopped. He took a deep breate and started to run down the hill over to the valley.

The sun was up in the sky as if beating down on his shoulders. Hermes had been almost everywhere in Olympus territory but this place was foggy to him. There were dirt roads with faded chariot wheel prints imprinted in. Next to the road was literally nothing. Just a dessert. He tried to kick his sandals to try to wake them up, but no luck. He was the god of messages, thieves, and travel, but he had to prove to Athena that he can actually do things without his powers. So far this was hard.

After walking for 2 miles a rundown town showed up. People on the side of the gravel streets stared at him while they were in rocking chairs. Their eyes filled with sadness and fear, as if this was his fault. He looked around. There were dead ends almost everywhere. The buildings around were faded, and in so bad condition there were holes in them all. He stared at all the buildings and he was disgusted. Termites were flying all around, eating, chewing, swallowing all the wood in each house. They attempted to swarmed around him, but the god immedietly swatted them away. He could literally smell garbage everywhere he went. This place was so disgusting. The people lined up next to the roads had faded brown cloth all over them, as if they attempted to make togas, and ended up with over-sized dresses. Hermes began to run, faster than he ever did before just to get out of were ever he was.

It took until sunset to get out of that hellhole. Hermes found a forest and sat down for a minute. The sun had gone down, like it was trying to get away from his eyesight. He stood up and began walking. Every noise the trees made that surrounded him, he would reach for his Caduceus. The storm cloud was no longer there but a voice was thundering through his head saying "που έρχεται'' and "μείνετε στην δεξιά'' Hermes couldn't focus long enough to figure out what it meant. Zeus' voice quietly came back into his head and faded into the back round as the thundering voice repeating the same thing over again. He put his two fingers on his temple and tried to let it calmly go away. After 5 minutes he quickly just started to move along. As he started to loose hope, he caught a glimpse of street lamps. He had found Mount Olympus.

Hermes was never so happy before in his life. He started to run, faster than ever. He ran through the streets, trying to find the shortest way to the temple of the gods. Building flashed by him, and as soon as he knew it marble steps were in front of him and he ran up them. Hermes sauntered into the room where all 11 gods were. They all were staring at him, as if he was some kind of freak. Hermes turned to Zeus and kneeled. The God of Thunder spoke first. "Hermes, I am very disappointed in you" He said with every last bit of dread in his voice. Hermes tried to hold back every emotion he had, and he started to say "I-I'm sorry my Lord" his voice broke at the last word. "What did you want to report to me?" Zeus asked impatiently "Oh yeah, sorry" Hermes said still kneeling. He heard snickering from Athena and Ares. That's when he realized everyone treated him like a joke, no one appreciated him at all. "Hermes what do you have to report?!" Zeus said harshly. "My lord I have more information about the mutants." Hermes stated "I know where they live, I know who they are, and I well know these creatures need to be terminated." He said the last sentence with a straight face, Expecting everyone to laugh, instead a bunch of horrified faces were passed around. Zeus began to speak after he got over the shock "And why do they need to be terminated?"

"Because my Lord, they are freaks of nature and more importantly-"

"They can fly" Poseidon cut off.

"Exactly" Hermes agreed. Zeus stared at him in disbelief. They all knew he hated things in the sky, and now mutants, the freaks of nature, the ones that helped Kronos were in it, flying around, thinking they weren't going to be caught. Hermes almost laughed when ever he thought of that. Hermes them snapped back into focus and stood up, and listened to Zues speak his last sentence,"I have agrreed, that these mutants are to be terminated immedietly. But the question is who must kill them?"

"My son, Percy Jackson" Poseidon immediately said. And all the gods looked at him as if he was a misfit.

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