"Any sign of the boar?" Alex whispered to Atalanta as they trudged through the marsh.

"The trails lead out here." Atlanta said with a frown as she pointed towards a large imprint that was left in the muddy water. It was at least five feet wide, and it definitely wasn't made from some random animal. "The marsh is covering up the tracks too quickly. If we don't move fast enough, we may never catch up to it."

"You'd think something this huge wouldn't be hard to find." Desmond commented as he kept his swords out in front of him. His left sword dipped dangerously with acid and his right sword crackled with electricity. "Do you think it's waiting for us?"

"I doubt it's smart enough to do that." Atalanta said, but she didn't sound so sure.

The four of them trudged behind the rest of the men. Mostly because Atalanta wasn't welcome among them and Alex and Desmond didn't want to leave her behind by herself. Meleager remained up at the front, trying to keep everything together and track the boar at the same time.

The men were unruly, and openly disapproved of Atalanta's presence, but they didn't seem to care about her anymore. Probably because they were more interested with trying to find the boar and draw the first blood so they could get their hands on the boar skin.

Alex grunted in annoyance as he continued to trudge through the swamp. He usually didn't mind getting dirty, but the marshy water was annoying. It kept clinging to his robes and made it hard to walk, nearly making him trip several times.

They had only began their little hunt around five hours ago, and they weren't making that much progress. They've been following the same patch of foot prints and yet there had been no physical sign of the boar.

At this point, most of of the men's attention began to wander out of sheer boredom. Who could blame them? They had been expecting an all out death match between a monster pig and them. Instead, they had gotten nothing but hours of mosquitos and sloppy marsh water.

So when the boar struck, none of them were prepared.

The boar charged straight through the trees without any warning, catching the hunting trope off guard. You'd think that such a ferocious animal would have given a clear warning that it was coming, but it had made no noise. Almost as if it had just appeared out of thin air.

It was massive and matched the description that most of the townspeople gave it. Huge blood red eyes, massive white tusks that were longer than an elephant, and a gaping maw that reeked of… well… whatever pigs ate.

Meleager, being a well trained hero, immediately dove to the right as the boar charged at them. The rest of the men, however, were not so lucky. The boar trampled several hunters, impaled two on its tusks, and headbutted another five into the trees. In the span of six seconds, most of the hunters were either dead, seriously injured, or way too disorganized to even fight back.

Alex, Desmond, and Atalanta jumped up into the trees just as the boar made an attempt to steamroll them. The boar charged past with so much force, that it managed to conjur up a cone of wind that blew away those that had managed to dive out of the boars path.

"Holy shit!" Desmond cursed as he watched the boar smash a tree with its head as it attempted to headbutt another hunter. "How the hell do we stop this thing?!"

Atalanta turned to Alex with a calm look. "You remember what I told you, right?"

Alex nodded. "Yeah. I'm going to need an opening, though. Do you think you could give me that?"

Atalanta nodded before her face softened. "Don't get yourself killed out there." She turned to Desmond and gave a strict look. "And you better watch over him, okay?"

Desmond raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Yeah, sure. I'll make sure he doesn't get trampled by porky over there."

"Good." And with that, the huntress jumped off to get another vantage point from another tree.

"So what's the game plan?" Desmond asked after she left.

"We're the bait." Alex said simply. He pointed at the boar with his spear. "You take left and I'll take the right?"

"Sure. I don't know any other ideas."

The pair jumped into action and pushed chakra to their feet, before landing on atop the marshy water. The pig bellowed when it saw them, and charged forward to trample them. As planned, Desmond vaulted left and Alex vaulted right. But the boar seemed to have anticipated this and skidded to a stop before it turned and charged towards desmond.

Desmond looked behind him and cursed as he ran. He sliced a tree in half and watched as it toppled into the boars path. Unfortunately, it did absolutely nothing to help as the boar simply charged through it without breaking stride.

Several hunters were regaining their composure and fighting back, but it was obvious that they were still terrified. One hunter threw his spear with such force that it traveled nearly as fast as a bullet, but did nothing more than deflect off of the boars tough hide and impale itself in a nearby tree. Another hunter also threw his spear, but it went wide and imapled itself into another unfortunate hunter.

Desmond would have yelled 'TEAM KILLER!" and laugh like an asshole because he simply didn't like them, but he had bigger things to worry about. Namely, the one-hundred ton demon pig that was about to flatten him.

He turned around and ran towards the boar as he channeled chakra into his fist. He dodged paast the boars tusks and gave a yell as he smashed his fist into the boar's face, releasing the chakra into a burst of raw power that sent the boar flying through the air with a surprised squeal while it flailed its feet uselessly. It landed on its side and began squirming furiously, kicking up small waves and sending hunters screaming as they were carried away by the waves.

Despite that, the boar managed to get up with a shake of its head before it directed its red eyes back at him. This time with much more anger and primal rage than before. It opened its jaw and the air suddenly smelled of ozone.

Desmond blinked a bit. Was the boar going to breathe something at him? That was impossible, right? Boars don't breath fire. Only dragons and some serphents do that. He certainly never heard of a boar spitting fire or acid.

He soon got an answer in the form of lightning. A torrent of electricity shot out of the boars mouth in an arc, zapping everything in its path. Desmond yelped, and disappeared in a burst of speed as the lightning struck the area he was in.

He appeared on a nearby branch and exhaled slowly. He suddenly tensed when the boar looked up at him and began opening its mouth for another blast of lightning when several wood structures that resembled snakes burst out of the water and sink their teeth into the boar, throwing it off balance as it launched its second blast of lightning. The electrict current shot past him, but it still made his hair stand on end.

He looked to the side and found Alex standing on a nearby branch with his hands clasped together as he utilized earth and water chakra to produce wood style jutsu. His face was strained with concentration as he attempted to keep the constructs together as the boar struggled and squealed against them.

"Anytime, Atalanta!" Alex called out as the boar shook off two more wooden constructs. Suddenly, there was a disturbance in the wind and several groups of arrows flew through the air and stuck into the boar before exploding in a spectacular blue fireball.

"REEEEEEEET!" The boar squealed in pain as it felt the arrows penetrate its thick hide.

For a moment, everyone relaxed as they watched the boar fall. But much to their surprise, the beast snarled and managed to push itself up despite the amount of arrows sticking out of it.

Atalanta clicked her tongue in annoyance as she prepared another volley of arrows. The amount of arrows she used were enough to kill five regular boars with ease. The fact that this boar is even able to stand up is amazing. Although, she shouldn't have expected anything less from an animal of Artemis.

She took a deep breath. This last volley should do it. The boar wouldn't survive the next attack. If it did, it shouldn't have enough strength to stand. Much less attack them or run away.

Plus, she didn't have to worry about killing anyone in the crossfire. All of the other hunters had run away during the chaos, apparently valuing their pride and lives over a coat of boar fur. Absolutely pathetic.

Just as she was about to let the arrow fly, a sudden fast movement caught her attention. It wasn't Alex or Desmond because they were still clearly catching their breath. in their respective spot. It was also definitely not one of the hunters. From what she had seen, none of them were anything special. Meleager was the only one who hadn't ran, but even he wasn't capable of such speed.

"REEEEEEEEEEEET!"

She suddenly jolted in surprise when the boar let out another cry of pain. She looked back at the hog and her eyes widened in surprise as she caught sight of several red constructs sticking out of the boar. Upon closer examination, some of them seemed to be copies of swords, spears, axes, and several other types of weapons she didn't recognize.

What really caught her attention, was the person that was now standing on top of the boar. It was a tall male with hair that looked like it used to be brown, but was tinted a little bit with grey. He had some kind of sword in his hand, but it was slightly different from a regular sword. For one, swords that she had seen weren't as long and thin as his. They were usually a little bit thicker and shorter, trading range and reach for more power.

But his eye grabbing feature was the black and red cloak he was wearing.

The same type of cloak that Alex and Desmond were wearing.

And judging by the expressions they were giving, all of them definitely knew each other.

"...Jaune?" Alex asked with a surprised look. "How the hell did you get here?"

The teen briefly glanced up at atalanta before returning his attention back to Alex."...I followed you."

There was no need to ask what he mean by that. It was obvious that he had found the machine hiding in the basement and decided to activate it. They hadn't expected anyone to find it, but apparently they had severely overestimated how hidden it was.

Desmond cleared his throat. "Don't get us wrong, friend. We're glad to see you. But what are you doing here?"

Jaune pursed his lips and looked a little bit troubled. "I didn't come here alone. Roland was also with me at the time."

Alex and Desmond's eyebrows raised. Roland was one of person who actually introduced them to the fate series. He was a little bit of a history nerd, but you wouldn't know that by looking at him. He was both French from his mom's side and Greek on his dad's side. An odd combination, but he managed to pull it off pretty well. He also had a tendancy to get annoyed when people ask him if he was named after Charlamenge's paladin.

"So where is he at? You didn't loose him, did you?" Alex asked with narrow eyes.

"That's part of the reason why I'm here." Jaune said before his voice lowered into a whisper. "And, uh… I can trust her, right?" Craning his head slightly towards Atalanta, who was still perched up in the tree.

"Yeah. She's cool." Desmond turned and gestured to the huntress. "Come on down, sis. Introduce yourself."

Atalanta tensed up a bit before relaxing. She dropped from the tree and landed gracefully before walking up to Jaune with a blank face that didn't give away any of her thoughts or feelings on him.

She extended her hand. "My name is Atalanta."

Jaune blinked at that. Brief, direct, and straight to the point. Clearly a professional.

He raised his hand and shook hers with a little bit of a squeeze. Just so she wouldn't think that he was weak.

"Jaune. Pleasure to meet you, Miss Atalanta." Jaune introduced with a curt nod, earning a small smile from the huntress. He didn't wince, but he was quite surprised by the raw strength Atalanta gave. Her grip was slightly crushing his hand. Which is odd, considering that her arm was skinny. Where did she get all that strength?

"So as we were saying." Alex said once greetins and introductions were done. "What's the problem you have, and in what way does it concern Roland?"

Jaune immediately switched back to being tense. "The situation is grave. It only started just a few days ago, but he has already moved all the way up to here."

"Dude, seriously. What is going on?" Desmond asked, getting even more nervous by Jaune's withholding of information. "What exactly is Roland doing right now that's got you so riled up?"

"I'm getting to that." Jaune snapped. He took a deep breath. "Roland isn't exactly doing charity or hero work right now. For the past few days, he's been busy carving a path of destruction from the southern part of Greece. Currently, he's only a few towns away."

Desmond, Alex, and Atalanta's eyes widened. THAT was surprising. Roland wasn't known for violent outbursts or any kind of mental condition that would make him do such a thing.

"H-hey man, are you serious?" Alex muttered nervously. "That can't be true. Roland would never do such a thing. You gotta be joking."

Unfortunately, Jaune's face was definitely not one of a joker. "I'm serious. He's been going around destroying small villages and towns. A small kingdom once sent a platoon of soldiers to apprehand him, but he just blasted them away and kept marching."

Atalanta's grip tightened on her bow. "If what you say is true, then he must be stopped. I don't know who this Roland person is, but I will personally strike him down with my arrows should he ever show his face. Such barbaric actions need to be stopped at once!"

Jaune's face soured. "See, that's the thing that makes it more complicated. He's not exactly in control of his own actions."

Alex narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Honestly, it'll sound a little bit cliche."

"Just say it. Nothing could possibly make this any more messed up." Desmond said with a sigh.

"Well…" Jaune's face contorted into discomfort. "Roland is being controled by a ghost."

Silence.

Alex's face soured. "Like The Exorcist?"

Jaune nodded.

"And this isn't some Caspar the friendly ghost, right?" Desmond asked with a tired look.

Another nod.

"Well isn't this just great?" Alex muttered with an annoyed look before he turned to Atalanta. "Have you ever heard of this happening? Ghosts coming back from the underworld and possessing people?"

Atalanta frowned. "Souls do occasionaly manage to sneak their way back into the world of the living. Lord Hades sometimes has trouble managing them all, but the chance of a ghoul taking control of someone is quite low."

Desmond frowned. "Why's that?"

"Souls that escape are usually caught by the Furies." Atalanta explained. The furies were three demons that were said to be Hades' personal torturers. Which makes them his sort of second in command. "Then there's Thanatos. He's the one usually in charge of reaping souls and bringing them back to the underworld."

"Well then this is seriously some deep shit Roland is in right now." Jaune muttered. "If thanatos or the Furies come after him because he's harboring a fugitive soul, they'd kill him without a second thought."

Actually, what was more worrying then having Roland be butchered by some dude with a scythe and three old demon grandmas was if he was the one who was doing all the ass kicking. At full power, he could probably take on several gods if he wanted to. Of course, it would probably kill him without proper training.

"If that's true, then we should better hurry." Alex said with a grim look. "Once we find him, let's beat the shit out of him and see if that works. If it doesn't, we'll figure something out."

The four of them nodded before Jaune frowned. "Ah… yes. By the way, what are we going to do with the dead boar? We certainly can't leave it to rot, right? That's like, against animal rights or something like that."

"I do not know about these rights you are talking about." Atalanta said as she eyed the boar. "But you're right. We can't leave the boar out here. Alex, may I borrow your swords for a moment?"

"What for?" Alex asked.

"So I can skin it, stupid." Atalanta said with an 'are you retarded?' look.

"Ah… Right." Alex muttered with a red face. He passed her his Kiba swords and Atalanta began working on the beast with amazing speed. While she was busy butchering the beast for its hide, Meleager ran up to them with a huge grin on his face.

"hey, guys." Meleager said as he stopped to catch his breath. "I see you managed to pull it off." He turned to Jaune and frowned. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I've met you before."

"I'm Jaune. A friend of Desmond and Alex." Jaune said with a nod of his head.

I see." Meleager said with a friendly nod back. "Well, I'm the prince of Calydon, Meleager." He turned to Alex and desmond and grinned. "Great job with the boar, friend. I knew you could do it."

Alex shrugged. "it was all Atalanta, really. We were just the bait."

"Sure, sure." Meleager said with a grin before his smile melted. "By the way, I was going to have a victory celebration later, but I don't think it'd be safe. Since Atalanta was the first to draw blood, she's going to get the hide like I promised. Still, I don't know how violent the others will react to this. It's best if you got out of here quickly before they circle around and come back for you."

"that's fine with me. I can't stand those men." Atalanta muttered as she finally skinned the boar hide. "Sadly, I won't get to see their reaction when they see that I have the hide. They might give me a justifiable reason to kill a few of them."

Jaune gave Alex a strange look. As if to say, 'what is wrong with her?'

Alex just shook his head. 'she's just cranky.'

After several minutes of exchanging goodbye hugs and handshakes, the four of them finally left the swamp and followed Jaune's directions towards where he had last seen Roland comitting mass genocide.

Up on Olympus, Artemis suddenly paused mid-stride as she was showing Luke another section of Olympus. Luke frowned at her abrupt halt and studied her face with slight concern.

"Er, Lady Artemis?" Luke said hesitantly. It was still odd talking to a goddess who looked about his age and calling her Lady, but it was much more easier to talk to than her adult form.

"So my champion has finally succeeded." Artemis muttered to herself.

"Huh?"

"Ah… don't mind me. I'm just talking to myself." Artemis said with a small smile as she continued to lead him along.

"So… any tips on how to deal with Zeus? I don't really fancy myself getting obliterated by a lightning bolt." Luke said as he picked at his cloak.

"Deaing with father? No easy way to do that, I'm afraid." Artemis said with an amused smile. "He has quite the short temper, so I just suggest doing whatever he tells you to do."

"Never would have thought about that. Thanks." Luke muttered sarcastically. Suddenly, there was a bright flash ahead of them and a woman stepped out of the light. She was definitely a god. That much he could tell by looking, but her aura was more… peaceful. Not as violent as the other gods he passed.

She had a red shawl wrapped around her head, and her face was young and motherly. Her eyes were bright orange, and her age looked to be somewhere in the young twenties or so.

When Artemis saw her, she immediately bowed. "Aunt Hestia."

The goddess smiled. "Hello there, Artemis. I see you've made yourself a friend." The woman fixiated her gaze on Luke, but her smile never left her face. "Hello there, young immortal. Are you ready for your appointment with Zeus?"

"Do I really have much of a choice?" Luke said with a sigh, causing Hestia to chuckle.

"Not really. It's just formalities." Hestia said with a light tone before she turned once again to Artemis. "Go and check on your brother. The two of you have some catching up to do."

Artemis nodded. "As you wish, Aunt Hestia." She gave luke a small smile. "Don't get yourself smited by Dad, alright Luke?"

"I'll try not to." Luke promised with a grin. Artemis patted him on the head before vanishing in a flash of light, similar to that of Hestia's entrance.

"You've certainly made an impression on her. I can't remember the last time besides Orion where she treated a male with such kindness." Hestia commented before she shook her head. "I am getting ahead of myself. Come. Let me show you to Lord Zeus."

Luke sighed, before taking Hestia's hand. Unlike the twins, Hestia seemed much more tolerable. She had a really warm aura that seemed to calm his nerves even though he might be technically walking to his death.

The world turned upside down and the two of them were suddenly back in the throne room. This time, the seats were not vacated. The first one held a huge swole man with a manly grey beard that covered up most of his face. The air crackled around him, as his mere presence caused electricity to intensify in the air.

Next to him was a beautiful woman who slightly looked similar to him. She had dark hair and sky blue eyes that seemed to bore right into him. She didn't radiate as much power as the man, but she had a white aura of power that surrounded her like a shroud.

Hestia bowed. "Brother Zeus, Sister hera, I have brought the boy."

"Thank you, Hestia." The bearded Zeus said with a nod of his head. His voice sounded like rumbling thunder. "So this is the boy whom Dementer wanted me to judge, eh?"

Hera sighed. "Don't blast him right away like you did with the rest of them just so you can get this over with sooner." She turned her attention back to Luke and smiled. "You must be related to those young men down in Colchis, right?"

Luke nodded without hesitation and without fear. "Yes, Ma'am. My name is Luke, and I'm King Aeetes personal guard."

"Like that fine young man, kuro?"

"Mhm." Luke nodded.

Zeus snapped his finger. "And you wouldn't happen to know a pair of young gentlemen named Alex and Desmond, would you?"

"Alex is my brother and Desmond is his friend." Luke said, although his gaze was more directed towards the hearth in the corner where Hestia sat. It looked so warm and cozy. It also looked like a nice place to roast some marshmallows.

"Fine young men those two were." Zeus said with a nod of approval. He turned to his wife. "You should have been there, my dear. The way those two handled that Hydra was spectacular!'

"Only you and Poseidon find monster bashing spectacular." Hera muttered. "I much prefer Kuro over those two. At least he didn't kill my dragon unluke your stupid son who'd have killed it without a second thought.

"Which son?" Zeus asked with a frown. He had quite a lot of those. It was kind of hard to keep track of all of them.

"Heracles." Hera said with an annoyed look.

"Oh." Zeus muttered. By this point, both of them had strayed off of their intended point and into an another one entirely. "Wait… They were in your grove?"

"Mhm. Your son," Hera made her displeasure known with another spectacular scowl. "Was there to get some of my apples for his twelve stupid tasks. Kuro was there, on the other hand, for a much more noble reason." She let out a jealous sigh. "I wish someone like him could have been my son."

"Eh?" This was totally new. Hera only had two settings: Angry and Annoyed. Seeing his wife give something other a scowl was like swimming up a waterfall while seven of the planets were alligned. It was just that rare.

I'm surprised you didn't blast my son." Zeus commented. "Has this mortal been influencing your judgement?" He knew all about his wife's assasination attempts on his son, but he didn't try to stop it. Why? Because it was amusing to see her reaction everytime she failed.

Hera went back to scowling. "I do not do things on anyone's accord but my own. I simply didn't want to blast the oaf with Kuro so close by."

"Mhm." Zeus nodded as he stroked his beard. "And may I ask what he did with the apples?"

"Oh, he ate them." Hera said casually, causing Zeus to nearly fall out of his throne.

"And you let him?" Zeus asked incredulously.

"Why not? Don't tell me your against my decision, dear husband? He is my chosen champion and I will treat him however I wish." Hera said with a sickening smile.

Zeus, however, wasn't fooled. That was the smile of a woman who promised him pain if he didn't agree. "Me? Against your wisdom? Never, my dear…" He chuckled nervously.

Hera nodded, pleased. "Good. Glad to see you and I are on the same page." She leaned back in her throne and put on a thoughtful look. "Now that I think about it, it seems our young guest has eaten his share of fruit too."

Eh? The kid? How'd you know?" Zeus asked his wise wife, earning another annoyed look.

"You need to start paying more attention to the people infront of you. You're supposed to be the judge, remember? Can't you sense the fresh golden blood of immortals that now runs through his veins?"

Zeus blinked, before he turned his attention back to Luke. "Tell me boy, is this tru-" he suddenly paused when he realized that Luke was no longer in front of him. Suddenly, a quiet voice came over from the hearth.

"Over here, brother."

Zeus and Hera turned to find Hestia and Luke over by the hearth. Hestia was watching the boy with a slightly curious expression as she watched him giggle to himself as he hung something over the fire.

"What is he doing?" Zeus muttered.

"He's roasting something." Hera answered.

It was true. Despite the seriousness (which disappeared about 5 minute ago) of the situation, Luke had decided that the hearth was a much better place to be than in front of two gods arguing over him. He held Nuibari out in front of him and used it like a stick to hold a square white object above the flames.

"Child…" Hestia said in her usual quiet voice, getting his attention. "What is it that you are roasting?"

"Hm?" Luke said as he looked up from his cooking. "Oh. I call it a marshmallow."

"Marshmallow?" All three immortal beings echoed.

Luke nodded. "Yeah. It's… A snack I came up with while I was out on my own." He took the white treat off of his sword and held It out to Hestia. "Wanna try?"

Hestia nodded wordlessly. She reached out and plucked the white object off of his sword. It was still hot, but she was already used to the heat after countless hours of tending the hearth while the other olympians were away.

The treat's smell waffed up her nose, making her pause for a moment as she savored the surprisingly wonderful smell. Oddly, she couldn't compare the smell to anything else. Not even the special ambrosia that she always made smelled like this.

She popped the treat into her mouth and chewed slowly. Zeus and Hera leaned forward with curious expressions, wondering what their quiet sisters' reaction was going to be to this strange new 'marshmallow'.

Hestia's eyes widened. The crispy texture, the sticky insides, the pure sugar rush! This was nothing like what she had expected it to be, but she soon found herself craving for the white block.

"I-incredible!" Hestia muttered in awe as she finally swallowed the treat and turned to her siblings with an amazed smile. "Brother, sister, you must try some!"

Zeus and Hera raised their eyebrows at that. Their normally quiet and composed sister never acted like this. She wasn't one to raise her voice over a whisper. Which means that the treat couldn't be that bad.

"Pass one here, boy." Zeus ordered with a slightly eager tone.

"And one here as well." Hera said with a more polite tone.

"Alright. Catch." Luke said as he tossed another two white marshmallows to the immortals, one for each. Both of them popped their marshmallows into their mouths immediately, eager to see what it tasted like.

5 seconds later, the two of them snapped.

"Holy me!" Zeus cried out.

"This is incredible! It's just as good as ambrosia! Maybe even better!" Hera declared in agreement. "What is it made out of?"

"I'm glad you like it." Luke said with a grin. "It's just a block of sugar. You can get that stuff anywhere."

"Sugar." Zeus echoed. "Like those sugarcanes that Dementer keeps talking about. Hestia! Find Dementer quickly, and tell her to bring in some sugar cane. Tell her it is of the utmost importance!"

Hestia bowed. "Yes, brother." She vanished into dust as she went to go find the grain goddess.

Seconds after she left, however, a man appeared in a flash of his own. He had curly hair, a small mustache, and sky blue eyes. In his hands was a staff that had two live twin snakes wrapped around it.

"Hey, dad. We have an issue." The man said before he saw Luke and frowned. "Whose the runt?"

"Hermes! Don't call our guest that!" Hera said with a scolding tone, making the man flinch. Inwardly, having the goddess of Heaven was probably one of the best things that could happen to you.

"Sorry." Hermes muttered with a scratch of his head. "Anyway, about that problem…"

"Speak, my son." Zeus ordered.

"Well, I know this may sound weird and all, but I just saw a flying horse with several passangers flying towards us." Hermes shrugged. "Just letting you know in case you want me to deal with it. You want me to smack them out of the sky?"

Zeus frowned. A flying horse? Odd. "No. it is fine. I will deal with it myself." He cleared his throat. "Granymede! Get in here!"

A young man popped his head in the room through one of the nearby doors. "Yes, lord Zeus?"

"Fetch me my lightning bolt. It's over by the counter near my chariot."

"Actually, I think those might be my friends." Luke spoke up, not wanting his friends and pet horse to be blasted out of the sky by a nuclear lightning bolt. "They probably got worried about me not coming home and tracked me down."

"Tracked you down? Colchis is very far from here, luke. How would they have managed to locate where you were at?" Hera asked with furrowed eyebrows.

Luke rolled up his sleeve and showed his armband that had the fuinjutsu tracking seal on it. "Magic. We have a knack for it."

Zeus nodded. "Forget what I said, Granymede. Leave my lightning bolt." The cup bearer just nodded and ducked back into his room.

Hermes tilted his head. "So… no smacking them out of the sky?"

Hera sighed. "No."

"Party pooper." Hermes muttered.

Zeus stood up. "As the king of Olympus, I must be the first to greet them. Hermes, you go down and guide them to the landing pad for our chariots. Hera, you just stay here and watch over luke, and you my dear boy should continue to supply us with those marshmallows."

Luke sweatdropped at that. After all that, he still wanted marshmallows? It's not like it'd be much of a problem for him, but he always thought marshmallows weren't that great unless they had chocolate. Perhaps he could teach the gods how to make chocolate? If he did, would they make him a god of chocolate like they made Dionysus a god of wine?

He giggled at the thought.

As soon as zeus disappeared in a crackle of electricity, Hermes gave Hera and Luke a confused look.

"What's a marshmallow?"

Yo! What's up guys? Spring break is over, and I'm just here to tell you that I will be going back to my usual schedule. Which, unfortunately, means less chapters coming out each week from now on until summer break.

Aw...

I know, I know. I'm sad too.

But that said, be sure to tune in from time to time for the next chapter that I'm almost finished with.

Peace out!

-baloshua