"I officially call this meeting to order!" Reyna called.

The senate of New Rome had been called to an emergency meeting immediately following the private meeting of Percy and Reyna. It was best to move quickly, since you know, the end of the world was slowly being put into motion.

"What is the meeting of this emergency meeting, praetor?" A senator asked.

"I'm getting there." Reyna said. "Today, we had a messenger bring news from the gods."

"OBJECTION!" Someone in the crowd screamed out. "No one but I can communicate with the gods! And they have been silent for months! How can this newcomer possibly have contact with them?"

The man who had spoken out reminded Percy a little bit of Luke Castellan. But like a Walmart version. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and the dude was built like a twig. He wore white robes, signifying that he had a position of power.

Percy rolled his eyes. "Sit down Octavian. These are matters above your pay grade."

"Ah ha! How does this newcomer know my name? He's obviously a spy, trying to take down Rome! He even looks like a graceus!" He spat out graceus like it was poison.

"I can assure you, I am not Greek. While I may have ties with them, it is not my intent to bring down Rome."

"You hear that? He has ties to graceus scum! And he could be lying! Praetor is with my humble opinion that you exile the spy, for the good of Rome of course."

Reyna pinched the bridge of her nose. "Octavian, settle down."

"But praetor, this is a matter of keeping Rome safe."

"And so is his being here!" She yelled, finally having enough. "He brings grave news of an army of monsters marching their way to New Rome as we speak. And he speaks of a quest, needed to free Death from the clutches of a giant in Alaska."

"But a quest like that would be far too dangerous. The senate would never let such a quest be finalized!" A senator.

Percy stood up. "I'm afraid that what the senate thinks doesn't matter. This is a matter that the Gods, and powers above even them, rule on, so your opinions are null as of now. This quest has been ordered by Jupiter himself, and does anyone here want to question his ruling?"

The entire senate hall was silent.

"Now, as for the quest itself. It is customary that three questers are chosen, am I wrong?"

"No, you are correct." A senator said.

"Good. Then I elect Frank Zhang and Hazel Levasque to be my questing companions."

The entire hall erupted in of "They aren't legionnaires!" and "Those two are only on probatio!" and even a "Why would he want those cohort five's?"

"SILENCE!" He demanded. The entire hall went quiet, quiet enough to hear a mouse squeak. "My decision is final. Any complaints can be settled after the meeting on the Field of Mars, blade to blade. Any takers?"

One senator raised his hand.

"I pity your soul, boy." Percy said.

The entire hall was still quiet. At least until Reyna cleared her throat. "Well, I believe all that's left is to vote on what we give to the questers."

"That won't be necessary, praetor. I have that covered." Percy said.

The doors burst open. In walked a man. He wore a flat-top haircut, sunglasses, and a military uniform. His face was covered in jagged scars that looked like they had been caused by a knife.

"Mars. What a surprise." Percy said, not sounding surprised in the slightest.

"Yeah, dear old dad wants me to tell you that using your 'abilities' on this quest is strictly prohibited." Mars said.

"That's bullshit. Go tell him he can sucked my forked dick."

"I don't think Zoë would like that. Wait, you have a forked dick? How does she even fuck that?"

"For the love of dad, I don't actually have a forked dick. Just tell Jupiter, or Zeus, whoever it was, that I am not doing that, and I will do as I please."

"He's gonna revoke your jurisdiction." Mars said.

"It's too late now, the deal's been made, and you can't revoke a deal with me. He's gonna have to cry about it to the council."

"You're really going to torture the council like that?"

"I'm the Devil, torture's my job."

All the people in the senate hall gasped. "IT'S LUCIFER!" One shouted.

Percy sighed. "Fuck." He muttered.

"I'm just gonna go." Mars said.

"Isn't there something you should do first?" Percy warned.

"What? Mars asked, before it hit him. "Oh, that, right." He turned to Frank and knelt down beside him. "Hey kid. Sorry I missed your birthday. Hopefully this makes up for it." Mars raised his hand and light glowed in it. When the light died, a spear with a shaft of gold, and a dragon tooth spearhead was in his hand. He handed it to Frank.

"You only get 3 charges, but it should last you long enough to figure out your gifts."

"My gifts?" Frank asked.

"You know."

"I don't though."

"Eh, you'll figure it out."

Mars stood back up to address the crowd. "Hear me Rome, Frank Zhang is my son, and he is going on this quest. Listen to Perseus, or you will suffer a far worse death than Jupiter's bolt."

Thunder rumbled up above.

"It turns out that Jupiter wants to talk to you personally." Mars said.

"It'll be my pleasure." Percy said, grinning. He turned to the senate. "Look away when Mars flashes."

Mars nodded and checked to make sure that everyone was looking away. He then flashed away to Olympus.

"You can look now." Percy said.

The senate opened their eyes, and turned to look at Percy.

"Now what, Devil?" One of the senators said.

"I'm gonna go have a chat, and I'll be back later tonight. As for Frank and Hazel, rest up, because we leave at dawn."

A/N. Alright, I know, it's been a little bit longer than usual between this chapter and the last. I apologize. I just haven't really had time to write, and when I did, I preferred working on The Sea's Storm. I just like that story a whole lot. It gives me the feeling I had when writing PtDA, and that I rarely feel nowadays.

Don't worry, I'm not going to abandon this, (Unless I die or something), and updates will still come out, even if at a slower rate than you're used to from me. (You can go read The Sea's Storm in the meantime. I'm sorry about all the promotion, but I just really like the story and the ideas I have for the future of it.)

So, I want to clarify what I meant in the last chapter and the 1st chapter. Since in the 1st one I mentioned that Percy couldn't see the future that well anymore. And then last chapter Percy gave a date that the army would be there. Well, I'm here to clear that plot hole up. Basically, Percy just used basic math to predict when they would get there. Since he knew they were marching, and knew how far they travelled in a day, he just divided how much distance was between New Rome and them, then found that the day was indeed the Feast of Fortuna.

Thoughts?