Author's Note: This is first fic on this website guys so please read and tell me what changes I could make. My main character will be a twist on the usual Fem!male. I think that it's original but if someone else managed to claim this idea before I could, please send me their profile so I can see if its the same as what I have planned for the future. I am currently in the process of writing the second chapter. I won't claim any regular update schedule unless this story picks up or I get some people who are genuinely interested in it. That's All! Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, neither do I claim to. Slavery is bad and great human beings like Percy should never be considered the property of anyone. Some of the more useless Olympians on the other hand... I'm sure Uncle Rick wouldn't mind if some "accident" befell them.

Ever Heard of Siproites?

AN EXCERPT FOUND IN A TRASH CAN NEAR A BEACH. THE FOLLOWING WORDS WERE WRITTEN ON A PIECE OF SHEEPSKIN THAT GLOWED GOLD WHEN HELD UNDER SUNLIGHT:

Look, I didn't want to be a half-immortal meditating a parlay between a hot-blooded daughter of Ares and another half-immortal demigod being prepared to host the spirit of a Titan Lord... But here I am. So if you are reading this, it means that you are like me. A human with some amount of godly blood in them. You have two choices before you: Join me and my kin in New York where we save the known human world from a mad titan. Or close this book, burn it in liquid fire, and bury the ashes in a lead-lined box... And hope beyond everything else that the mad titan lord doesn't find you. Cause if they do...

Date:26

th January 2009

Location: Undisclosed

Time: 0000 hrs

The dark reminded Misty of the Labyrinth and the 7 Rabbits of Apocalypse and she internally shuddered at their thought. She focused herself on the room again and started debating whether what stood in front of her was in any way preferable to what stood down below. In front of her sat Luke Castellan, blonde hair neatly combed back, while behind Luke, with a hand on each shoulder, stood a man 7 meters tall with a heavily scarred face, wearing a black tuxedo. Prometheus.

A soft squeeze on her shoulder assured her of her companions, for whom, though she would never admit it, she was grateful. On her left sat Clarisse La Rue, red war armour on her body and her helmet by her feet, and on her right sat a naiad, garbed in battle armour with a two-sided axe in hand.

Both sides sat (or stood in the case of Prometheus) in their places quietly, taking the lapse as an opportunity to measure their opponents. They were there for the same thing. However, both parties had already decided to go after it their separate ways.

"If you are done with the pointless glaring, can we start?" said Prometheus.

"Who said it is pointless? For all you know, we could be laying down a curse upon your armies while you are here..." Clarrise said.

"What's stopping me from doing the same right now? Unlike you, we actually have immortals who are very much enthusiastic when it comes to helping with the war. Last I checked, the gods were busy playing tag," Luke replied.

"Down boy," Prometheus said with a good-natured smirk, "if the young fools want to play a game, then they are more than welcome to. But in their own time. For now, let us discuss what we came here for. If you could initiate Lady Mystery?"

" Ladies, gentleman... and Immortals, this truce has been called upon on Lord Prometheus' behalf. He wishes to pass along a message to the Half-Blood faction. He has sworn upon his blood, his domain and his bones that we shall not be harmed by him or his, in any way physical, psychological or spiritual, so long as we don't do the same to them for the duration of this meeting. It has been agreed upon that after both parties have concluded this meeting, each of us shall return to our respective bases. No side will attack the other for an hour or a distance of 500 yards, whichever comes first. Although my duties as Sentinel force me to be the mediator of this parley and inflict a soul binding upon all who break the terms of engagement, regardless of their side, I still side with the demigods. Therefore, I vow upon the soul of Lady Selene and her magic that shall any conflict arise which forces me to punish a demigod responsible, I shall do it. However, I shall still hold my right to stand as both, a warrior for Camp Half-Blood, and the Mediator," She nodded towards Luke, "Begin."

Luke stood from his chair, forcing Prometheus to remove his hands from his shoulder, and said, "I am asking you to see reason, Clarisse. The army of the Titans grows stronger from the hordes of Tartarus each day. There is only so much resistance you can put up. What do you think will happen if you keep fighting us day by day? For every demigod our Minotaur kills, you shall have to slay 20. For every lamia you manage to kill, we shall have 10 more to take its place. For every barricade you create, we will destroy a 100 more. This war has come down to a battle of attrition. The gods are busy playing tag with Typhon on the other side of the world while our Titan overlords still stand strong to fight alongside us. These gods are the same ones who abandoned you to living a life of terror and conflict. They still don't come to help you even when they need of you. Surrender now, no more demigods need to die. The Titans are kind. All Kronos asks for is your submission. He shall see to it that no harm comes to you. All you shall have to do is bend the knee to him and we could all get through this unscathed. What happened to Percy should not happen to you too-"

"Enough!" screamed Clarisse. She had been sitting quietly with her arms folded but upon hearing Percy, she suddenly blew like... 'Like a geyser' thought Mystery sorrowfully.

" If that is all you have come here to say, you can go. We are not going to give up. We have all seen what Kronos wants and how he achieves it. Do you really think that he will offer us the luxury of mercy when we have already cost him so much," She raised a hand and stopped him from interrupting. " Even if we were to assume that he would not harm us, why should we surrender? We know what plans he has for his dear grandchildren," spat Clarisse. " He will make us all his slaves and turn Civilisation to dust the first chance he gets. He doesn't care about our welfare and happiness. He won't see us as separate beings from civilisation. I grew up fighting for what I wanted. Be it my freedom, the position of Head Counsellor, respect or even my Life! We did not bow before we started this war and we are SURE AS HADES not gonna bow now."

"But think about Percy! Think of what happened to him today. How many more Percy's do you want to happen before you give up on this blasted war!" screamed Luke.

"Don't you dare take his name now! Because parley or not, I won't hesitate in sending you where Percy went if you dare to use him for your cause. He lived on his terms and he died on his terms. He died as a hero should. HE DIED WHEN YOU SHOULD'VE. Don't you dare defile his memory and mention him by your dirty Fury-Pox marked mouth!" said Clarrise, her eyes looking close to overflowing with tears.

" That's enough Clarisse." The naiad said, placing a hand on her shoulder. " WE are not here to start another war. But regardless of her words, her statement stands true. If you have nothing more to say, other than your weak persuasion techniques that is, then I suggest that you leave now and not waste our precious sleep. What happens to the demigods stopped being your responsibility when you sided with the tyrant who killed your brother and best friend."

Luke himself looked like he was on the verge of breaking but thankfully, or unfortunately for the demigods, Prometheus stopped him before he could attack the Naiad-with-the-silver-tongue.

"Ladies, please. I beg you to see reason. All we are here for is to prevent unnecessary bloodshed. Every drop of demigod bloodshed is a drop of demigod blood wasted. We could be heartless tyrants on our bad days, but we still care about our grandchildren. We don't want to see them die any more than you do." Prometheus said in his silk-smooth voice.

"IF that is all," began Mystery with an ice-cold stare directed at the two males " then this meeting should end."

" Just one more thing," said Prometheus. He walked around the chair on which Luke sat and waved his hands around in the air in sharp jerky movements, as if trying to swat a fly, and on the empty seat, a golden urn materialised out of thin air. He tapped the lid twice and it grew into a three feet tall greek vase. It had various shapes and designs inscribed on its fine white surface with black ink. "This is Pandora's Pithos. It still contains one spirit inside it. I'm sure all of you know your history and hence I won't bore you with it. What matters is that if you feel like surrendering, you must open the lid and release Elpis. We will understand that you have surrendered and we will command the monsters to not harm you any more. Farewell." With his last words said, Prometheus sauntered out of the cabin, leaving the vase and 4 conflicted people inside.

"I know about the camp," Luke said tersely, staring after the retreating silhouette of Prometheus.

"What?"

"The morale, the crying, the shrouds... I know of it."

Clarisse stared hard into his eyes. Luke stared right back.

"So the reports of a spy were true. There was someone who sold Percy out to you." Clarrise spat out. The word 'someone' held enough venom to neutralize Kampe's Scimitars after they were dipped in centaur blood and chimaera spit.

Luke directed an affirmative by inclining his head towards her in a nod. Mystery watching all of this with the quiet presence of a peacekeeper suddenly started shaking at the shoulders and suppressing her laughter. After another moment it looked like she could take no more and she promptly fell off her chair while laughing. Clarisse made a show of rolling her eyes at her friend's antics and swore profusely at her.

Between fits of her laughter, Mystery finally gained some of her composure back and looked at Luke. Looking him in the eye, she removed a talisman she attached to her uniform and, before the eyes of the two demigods and the naiad, she turned into a boy.

With her previous neatly combed hair shrinking to a shorter yet wilder cut, her features sharpened somewhat and certain areas... flattened so to speak. In the blink of an eye, the silver-clad buxom beauty Mystery turned to the annoying form of the camp trickster Mist. The same Mist who had dutifully delivered secret missives and camp strategies to Luke. The same Mist who had gained the trust and love of the camper with his attitude and secured a position on the war council so that he could pass on information to the Titans.

"You never saw this coming did you?" was all that a smirking Clarisse said to Luke.

Luke nodded.

Five books and an odd month ago...

A girl kicks at a pillow tied up to a pillar inside a house in Nassau. After 3 more kicks, she steps back and uses a towel to wipe the sweat off of her forehead. She throws the towel on her bedside table. Inside the table, one would find last months test results. All of them with scores above 90%. Upon the table are photos of the girl framed in a wooden frame. In front of a wild bull running right at her while she waved a red cloth at it, a sweater-clad and younger variation of her standing on a mountain peak along with three other girls, a photo of her mid-jump right from the top of a waterfall, and more which show us that she has lived her life to the fullest. This girl is not a girl, but a woman.

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) her brother was in the next room. Forever, known to society as her brother, he was more than ready to leave behind the shadow of her elder sister and find something out of which he could carve out his name. He was more than ready to go out and fight the world and help the weak and sleep with damsels he rescued and teach kids how to punch their tormentors and look fear in the eye, only to tell it to Fuck Off. However, that is rather hard to do when you are a 14-year-old Indian boy who has trouble finding his way around the block. Saving maidens and punching the villain in his ugly mug was better left to the characters in the books that lined his walls, lied on his bed and in his school bag. And also on his study table and some on the floor (but those are just Chemistry textbooks). As much as he fantasized about going out there like his sister, he was more worried about what would happen to Excalibur falling into the hands of the Dark Sorceror Orochimaru. As much as he wanted to climb mountains and click a pic of those elusive snow leopards, he was too lazy to do more than the bare minimum in a world that did not have Narnia inside every single cabinet. He knew that if he tried, he could ace the tests and grab himself some fame – which though not in the way he wanted, was still fame – but he was too busy–

"TUSHAR! Take out the trash, you lazy child!"– taking out the trash.

Sighing to himself, he bookmarked the page and stood to go down before his mother shouted again – if there was anything louder than a rocket during lift-off, it was his mother. He took the back door out of the house, carrying the trash bags along with his broken life. The only reason why he never wasted time in taking the trash out was that it was probably the only way he might've been able to help in saving the planet. That and the fact that most mystery and fiction books started when the main character went to throw the trash away. But nobody was going to hear that excuse.

He walked to the corner and threw the heavy black bags inside the big green bin that sat there. Standing at the corner, hoping that a Pegasus might land anytime to take him to Adventure Land, he looked at the stars. Unfortunately, living in such a busy part of the continent meant that there were no stars to be seen in the night sky. So, Tushar satisfied himself by searching for the moon. On a New Moon night. Damn his luck!

It was ten minutes later that Tushar came back home. Coming in through the backyard, he made his way inside and sneaked up the stairs for a last peek at the chapter before his family, who were already sitting around the dining table waiting for him, could capture him. Luckily for him, he made his way upstairs before anyone heard him. Unluckily, he heard some noises coming from his sister's room.

Now, coming from a typical Indian family which lived, for the better part of his life, in India, there was little to no privacy in their lives. Locking doors when not changing clothes was questionable, having passwords on your phone or computer was a crime, and trying to go out with friends without dropping every single minutia of the plan was a capital offence. A death sentence if the group of friends contained anyone of the opposite gender who has not been introduced before as a platonic friend. So worrying about the places to punch in case of a thief, or the place where he might hide the potential reward (*cough* Extortion Money *cough*) in case of a secret boyfriend visiting his sister at this late hour, he marched in.

Imagine his surprise when there was no one in the room. At least he thought it was no one. Because the moment he turned his back, a body suddenly materialised on him and held him against the floor. He thought of thrusting back his elbow to strike the assailant in the face when he noticed certain anatomical extensions that poked his back. Turning around from his uncomfortable position, he realised that his assailant was not only female but also an unconscious female.

Forgetting about his earlier plans of extorting money from his sister, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Mom! Dad! Help! Ros' girlfriend is trying to kill me!"

Two sets of feet raced up the stairs while Tushar tried in vain to push the heavy body on him away. Alas, his frail bones were not up to the challenge. The door was already open and when his sister Ros and his father arrived upstairs, they were shocked to see a girl, barely any older than Ros, lying on top of him. The father pulled her off of his son while Ros screamed to her mother to call the ambulance too.

"Aarushi who is this girl? Your brother is not joking this time... you said you did not have a girlfriend. And look at her, she's unconscious too," her father asked.

Aarushi, being the level headed person that she was, ignored the consequences of his brother's minor taunt, who stood in the corner confused as hell what was happening, and stepped into the bathroom to get some water. She opened the window and sprinkled water on the girl's face.

The girl refused to stir.

She checked her wrist for a pulse and found a weak one.

But before she could step away from her, the girl suddenly gasped awake and held onto Ros' wrist. Ros looked wide-eyed at the now conscious woman sprawled on the floor of her room and felt the strength of her grip.

"Take it! Take the Sentience! You must be the Sentinel. Warn the others... the old one is stirring. Tell Lady Moon to awaken the council. You must save them." The girl thrust a medallion of sorts that hung on her neck into Ros' open palm and proceeded to faint again.

The room ceased all action as the girl faded from consciousness again. Before anyone could say anything, Tushar spoke, " You've got a quest, Ros. That's awesome."

Giving his brother a sharp glare that told him perfectly what he thought of his antics, she stood from her crouching position and walked towards the door. She thrust the medallion at her brother's chest, who was pushed back a few steps by the force of her palm and walked away. "Look after her here. I'll go talk to Mom. The ambulance must be here soon. And for the love of God, don't stare at her Shu."

"I'll go with her and send your mother up. You go wait in your room, we'll talk about this later," his father said before walking out the same way as his sister.

None noticed in their hurry that the medallion was stuck to Tushar's chest and did not fall when he removed his hands from it. It glowed silver for a moment as soon as his father left and a voice spoke inside Tushar's mind: Prepare to teleport to Lady Moon.

All Tushar could say before he was taken away to the Lady Moon was

"And now it begins."

"No! Now it ends." spat Lady Moon

"Come on! Just give me a chance. I'll be a great Sentinel," whined Tushar. It had been thirty minutes since he was whisked away to a secret lair in the middle of nowhere to become a Sentinel. He had met Lady Moon or rather Selene, as she preferred to be called, who congratulated him on being the first mortal man to step into her resting place in five millennia. She had been quite pleased with him and was also willing to fulfil his boon when she noticed the medallion stuck to his chest.

"Wait a moment! Where did you get that medallion?" asked the silver-haired woman. Her mind was getting wilder every second at the meaning of this revelation and what happened to the last person who wore it. " Where's the girl who had it? Why did she give it to you?"

"I don't know to be honest," replied Tushar. While he woke up every day expecting to be invited on his quest any moment, most of it was just wishful thinking. He initially believed that the words 'Prepare to teleport' was just another figment of his imagination... probably his mind reacting to the medallion sticking to his body because of some glue or something. When he got sucked through what felt like water and then resurfaced on the other side, his brain crashed and he resorted to processing the new information at the speed of 1 fact/sec. It also did not help that the cavern that he stood in now, looked very much like the base of some ancient wizard. The walls were all of some grey rock, but there were natural skylights in the cavern ceiling, which let the starlight illuminate it. The walls were filled with small shiny stones that glowed like the stars above in the sky. There were wooden shelves against some walls, containing books bound in leather and stray pieces of long parchment lay scattered on the various tables nearby. Another section of the cavern was full of mysterious plants grown in neat rows classified by the colour of their leaves and most of them glowed in the darkness of the night. All his questions were left unanswered as the previously soft and kind Selene turned to an angry Lady Moon.

"Answer me you fool! The fate of the world depends on this!"

"I'm saying the truth, Lady Selene. An unconscious girl gave it to my sister who passed it off to me." Tushar sweated under the glare of the woman which gave no sign of being calmed by his explanations. " My sister passed it off to me before she went down to call an ambulance. This thing then stuck to my chest and teleported me here. I don't know anything more than that."

"What about the unconscious girl? What happened to the Sentinel?" she all but screamed in his face.

"I- I don't know. She was.. um kind of unconscious when I last saw her. She looked fine but her after handing over the medallion to my sister, she... fainted again. We had called for an ambulance. She'll be fine in.. by now."

Selene stared at the boy hard enough that were it not for the bones in his body, he would be a puddle on the floor. She finally heaved a sigh and rubbed a hand at her forehead. She took another look at the boy from under her fingers and covered her eyes again. She looked up at the sky almost as if asking it: 'Why me?'. She walked over to a part of the cavern which had crystal balls hanging in the air, suspended by blue strings that shined in the starlight.

Find Marina she whispered into one crystal ball, which glowed white for some moments before turning a dark black. Lady Selene looked disheartened by that, which could've only meant one thing...

Two hours later, a door opened in the north wall of the underground lair. Tushar had spent the last two lours pacing around the room, his heart weighed down with worry for his life. He also thought about explaining to his parents why he wasn't in his room as he had been asked to do, but he side-tracked that thought with worries about what might happen to his newly started adventurous lifestyle. Priorities.

Lady Selene came out of one of the many doors that were hidden among the walls and floor of the cavern. She had replaced her earlier white dress (gown?) thingy with a black one and had tied her hair up tightly in a bun.

"I did not lose another of my family for her memory to be defiled by a boy. Since I take no pleasure in killing innocents, I'll provide you with a way out," she said while looking down at Tushar as if he was some poor beggar who had asked for water during a drought. "Consent to me erasing your memories and surrender your ownership of the Sentinence and you'll be allowed to live. Do or think of cheating me, and I'll personally see to it that your death will feel like a welcome relieve."

Tushar stared at the woman in black. When he had first met her, she had been an almost loving motherly figure who showed great concern and admiration at his feat of gaining entry to the cavern. But as soon as she found out that he had the medallion with him, she turned rageful towards him. Her angry questions were all aimed at the girl who had landed in his sister's bedroom and a strange Sentinel. The same word had previously been used by the girl before she fainted again. The girl... Marina. The crystal ball turning black did not look like a good omen about her health to Tushar. Her intention had been cleared to pass on the artefact to his sister Aarushi. But then his sister, in her worry for the girl and anger at him for making useless comments at the situation, had handed the artefact to him.

The artefact had stuck to his chest since she had thrust it there. When Selene had left the room through one of the doors, he had tried everything he could with it. It came off of his chest easily... but every time he stumbled in the uneven cavern, it would jump from his hand or wherever he had placed it and jump on his body sticking to him again with the same adhesion and silver glow. He had tried keeping it off by locking it one of the drawers of the nearby tables, but it had ended spectacularly in the drawer automatically opening when he tried to fall to endanger his life. Every time he had tried to remove it and keep it away, it had always come back at the first sign of danger to him.

Speaking to it did not help. It just made him look stupid.

However, his little Greek mythology knowledge did come in handy when he reasoned out that this Selene was either the Greek Goddess of the Moon herself... which seemed pretty impossible to a cynic like him. Or she was the leader to some secret Illuminati type high tech organisation with teleportation technology that recruited secret agents from around the world. He wanted to lean towards the second option, but his thoughts of the mystical garden of glowing flora had made him doubt his assessment. There were books about the Old Gods coming back after all.

Looking back up at the stern-faced woman, Tushar came to a decision. He stood in front of a Goddess and it would've been the height of idiocy to spurn her without some kind of a trump card against her. In his current state, that wasn't possible, so...

"I agree, Lady Selene." He took off the medallion from his chest and handed it to the deity. Lady Selene took it from him and after muttering a low incantation, covered her hand in purple fire.

"Don't worry about this now. This will make you forget all about this place and send you back to your home. Your sister will be sent here in place and she'll take your place as the Sentinel" she said touching her burning hand to Tushar's forehead. At first, nothing happened.

Then the medallion in Selene's other hand glowed and flew back to Tushar's chest, taking away the purple fire from Selene's palm and absorbing it. Her eyes widened and suddenly, she swore: "Well fuck!"

Tushar did the only thing that a boy like him could do. He fist-pumped. The next hour contained various attempts from Lady Selene to make they medallion reject the boy only for its return to his body and absorb whatever spell was cast on him. They had gone as far as walking away from the medallion and then trying the spell in another locked room, but the enchantments on the medallion allowed it to always make it back to Tushar. Even simply sending the boy back to his room did not work as teleportation sent him through a body of water which made the medallion think that he was drowning and hung on his chest when he stood upright in his room.

After an hour of various attempts and looking through the various leather-bound books kept in the shelves, Lady Selene walked up to the boy and gave him a nod.

"You'll have to do I guess."

"Uhh... do what, my lady?" Tushar questioned, hiding his inner excitement at getting his quest.

"I don't have enough time left under the night today so I'll be quick. I expect you to keep up. You are a smart boy. I can say that much from the way you performed in those experiments. Tell me, have you ever been to Greece?" she asked him.

He replied in much the same way that the Moon Goddess had a few hours ago. "Well Fuck!" he swore. Passing a hand through his tangled mess of sweaty hair, he looked back up at the woman and said in a low voice, " So you are the Spirit of the Moon. A Greek Goddess personified before me. Let me guess. The other Gods are real too, aren't they? I bet that all those thunderstorms and hurricanes and earthquakes are just caused by Zeus, Poseidon and Hades causing a general ruckus during their semi-decennial get-togethers."

Lady Selene smiled warmly at the boy before her, some of her previous warmth bleeding through her previous grief at the loss of Marina.

"You are quite the smart one aren't you?" she said with an amused smirk. "Yes," she raised a hand in the air and the ceiling was filled with projections of various scenes from Greek mythology, "all of them are real. But when you are outside of this cavern, I advise you to not take their names in such reckless abandon. They might be silly old geezers with delusions of grandeur, but they are powerful silly old geezers with delusions of grandeur."

"Most of the ancients can zero in on the person who spoke their name IF it was taken near or in their domain. My base has wards that prevent that, but your house doesn't," she pointed out with a grin. "Most of them are usually busy with maintaining whatever duty they had in their part. Apollo and Artemis guide the Sun and the Moon around the globe. Hermes works as a messenger for the gods... and occasionally a thief for the right price. They are mostly busy in their jobs but sometimes, –" she said the word with an almost naughty smirk "– they visit some interesting mortals to relieve pressure so to speak. The products of these unions are, as you must have figured out by now, demigods." She glanced at a picture showing Achilles, Hercules and other Greek heroes standing together as though for a selfie. (Photo Courtesy of Persephone from The Isle of Blest)

"Half human. Half Immortal."

Shocked by the revelation that Aphrodite might be aware of the time he searched for her sexy pictures, Tushar paled considerably. Taking his colour as her cue, Selene continued. "You need not worry child. The ancients keep themselves well away from the mortal realm. The Divide might collapse if the secret might come out. There is an ancient force called the Mist which clouds the senses of mortals and prevents them from realising the depth of what they see."

"But there are so many different gods in the pantheon... And if the Greeks exist, I can safely bet that the Egyptians and Norse and Indians and others exist as well." He ignored the shocked look on her face and continued his questioning, " So many pantheons can't co-exist at the same time and be stable for this... Mist that you talk of. What if this Divide collapse? What if Surya and Appollo and Ra start fighting over who gets to drive the sun chariot. What happens then? Cause I can't believe for a single moment that a single cosmic power no matter how strong could fool anyone."

Selene stood there dumb-struck for a moment. Letting out a small laugh that made Tushar blush, she grinned. "You are a smart one! A legacy of Athena perhaps?" she said and waved off his confusion with her hand, "What you doubt is true. The Mist does have its faults. If a person is overly exposed to various ancients of any descent, the Mist will have to change their memories to a point that their body will adapt a weak resistance to it. Kind of like a vaccine shot. Except that the Mist isn't so weak to be defeated by the mind's natural defences. However, when two people with such resistant minds have a child, a gene might get passed off in the blood that makes them immune to the Mist. No matter how strong the illusion, they will always be able to see past it."

"Such people are rare, however. They usually need two parents who have some way to get resistance to the Mist. And there's still a chance that the Immunity Gene might be recessive," replied Selene.

"So what's stopping them from exposing our secrets? Don't they know about it all as they can see it?" Tushar asked, excited at the way he could see this going. I am going to be an assassin who kills people who see too much.

"Most learn to ignore it or just give it up to a trick of light or dehydration. But some learn to question what they see... They pose the real danger to our worlds. That's where we come in." Selene said. YES! It's happening. Fantasy World here I come.

"We act as the traffic police of the Mist–" Wait.. for what? "– We make sure that the ancients and the demigods don't put too much strain on the Mist. Cosmic Babysitters if you will– " Who's the assassin then? "– who take care of some events to make sure that the conflicts don't leak out to the mortal eyes," said Lady Moon. "Of course the traffic here is not two cars but a hundred different fighter jets that don't know the C of collaboration. And a collision will most probably lead to the dissolution of the Divide. Not just for our road, not for all of them."

"Where's the twist in this! Who would want to be a traffic controller? That's no fun. Where's the catch?" whined Tushar.

Selene smiled a smile. A smile that promised pain to the little boy who stood in front of her...

"You are quite correct in assuming there's a twist. There are more than one in fact since I have just given you the summary of the duties. But the thing is... The Order of The Sentinels has stood vigilant through 6 millennia and 7 different wars. Our order has been hiding the stuff that was too sensitive for mortal eyes. Hiding the very existence of our world to prevent the Seers from rising in numbers. For 6 millennia The Sentinels have stood strong, independent of whoever ruled the Earth at that time. Under Titans, under Gods, under Giants, under Humans... we have saved all their kingdoms from being exposed."

"But the Order of The Sentinels has been exclusively female since the beginning of time," said Selene, pointing towards a book in the shelf that had Roll Call written on its side, "Much like a group of girls that Artemis leads, the Sentinels are also exclusively girls. Immortal girl, but girls none the less. I don't require them to take some stupid vow of chastity but I sure as Hades expect them to not frolicking around spouting garbage about love and family like some child of Aphrodite or Demeter. But the point stands. They were all girls. All of them. Which unless I am mistaken – or not updated with the modern fashion sense – you are not. Which I can't allow," explained Selene.

Tushar swallowed, suddenly very nervous and aware of how tight his clothes felt. "What do you suggest, My Lady? Surely there must be a way for me to get out of this. I understand that the medallion chose me, but maybe it could choose again if I handed it off like the girl did to my sister and my sister did to me?"

"Don't worry boy." She said warmly. "Of course there is a way. I wouldn't be the best sorcerer in town if I didn't have a way, would I?"

"Really?" said Tushar hopefully, "What?"

"Tell me, have you heard the tale of The Brave and Mighty Siproites?"

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