Percy
Thunder clapped and Percy resisted the urge to flinch. The King of Olympus had not been happy when Percy had asked to retire. The most powerful demigod of his generation, maybe even in the last millennium, retiring before he died? It was a travesty.
But the rest of the Olympian council had outvoted him, and Percy was able to retreat to a quieter life of training half bloods at both camps and working on getting his GED while trying to work through his grief. He kept walking down the hallway, looking for the stairs. But then a bright white light erupted in front of him. Percy instinctively closed his eyes, the light reminding him of when the gods called their true forms. When he blinked them open he recognized the blonde god in front of him.
Thor, Norse god of thunder and storms. He'd met him the when helping train Annabeth's cousin. Percy quickly bowed his head in respect. The most respect he shows most of the gods nowadays. He didn't want to get blasted, even if the thunder god technically owed him a favor. Or two. Or five.
"Percy!" The god boomed, Percy flinched as the norse god clapped a hand to his shoulder. 'What are you doing here?" Percy edged around the god.
"I'm leaving." He muttered, even as he heard footsteps behind him, emerging from the conference room. Thor looked up at the conference room and back down at Percy.
"Hurry." Was the only thing the god said as he stepped aside.