The sound of a heavy object hit the ground next to Acheron's feet. He looked up and saw his closest friend, Phlegethon, was standing there. On the ground next to him was a golden helmet, Phlegethon was wearing armor so gold that it would have made Helios jealous. They had agreed to meet on this path, Phlegethon had wanted to show him something.

Acheron grinned and picked up the helmet. "When you die, I'm going to melt this down to gold coins."

Phlegethon raised a blond eyebrow. "What makes you think I'm going to die before you?"

"Oh, I don't know. You go on crazy quests, strategize for the gods, spy on the titans for the gods, and tend to go fight large, unattractive beasts." Acheron said shrugging.

"Yet, you are a lazy, coward that is obsessed with gold. Also, you walk a fine line between the titans and the gods. A war is going to be starting and you need to decide what side you are on." Phlegethon said, running a calloused hand through his blond, almost gold hair.

"I suppose I should join Father on the side of the titans. But, I could never say no to you. So, I shall join the gods." Acheron said grinning.

"I'm thrilled that your loyalty is so unwavering." Phlegethon said rolling his eyes.

"Mock me all you want. I'll have you know that Father will be furious when he finds out! I reckon he will try to chain me to the sun again." Acheron said dramatically.

"What do you mean again?" Phlegethon asked, reaching for his helmet.

Acheron twirled around making the helmet far from Phlegethon's reach. "You haven't heard the tale? You see- Omph!"

Phlegethon had tackled Acheron to the ground and had pulled the helmet from his grasp. He glared down at the other man. "Do not touch my things. I will kill you and chain your body to the sun myself if you do so again." He growled.

"Awe, Phlegethon, I didn't know you cared." Acheron said, grinning.

Phlegethon rolled his eyes and got up off of Acheron. He threw his hand down towards Acheron and pulled the man to his feet. "Are you going to continue your tale?" Phlegethon asked as he began to walk down the path again.

"Of course. You see, Father became furious when I told Gaia that I was not in fact her son! Father had this rather scandalous affair with a dryad. Of course, Gaia always had her suspicions, I mean look at me! Do I look like the son of two titans?" Acheron exclaimed, waving to himself.

"No. I always thought you looked a bit like an imp." Phlegethon said stopping to examine Acheron.

"I do not! I look more like a dryad. I am rather handsome." Acheron said sticking his nose up in the air.

"No, no. You must be an imp, how else can you explain your obsession with gold?" Phlegethon said, turning into a gated village that was mostly ruins.

"Gold is a marvelous thing! Being rich brings me great joy, you do want me to be joyful, don't you, Phlegethon?" Acheron said, throwing an arm around Phlegethon's shoulders.

"Yes. Now be quiet." Phlegethon said, walking away from Acheron and going to a pile of rubble.

"Do tell me, what are we doing here?" Acheron asked, glancing around.

"I'm taking you to the gods. Now, hush up so I can concentrate." Phlegethon said, kneeling down next to the pile of rubble and beginning to pray.

Suddenly the two of them were standing in a large cave that had many tables. One was filled with drinks and a large feast, the other was surrounded by gods and a large map. Acheron punched Phlegethon in the arm.

"I thought you were taking me out hunting! Not to meet the gods!" He hissed.

"Why so nervous, titan-son? Think we will roast you on a spit and eat you?"

Acheron saw Demeter grinning evilly at him. He swallowed and shook his head, not trusting his voice. Phlegethon sighed and said. "He has pledged his alliance to the gods."

"You don't look much like a titan." Hera said, eyeing him.

Acheron put on his most dazzling smile and said. "You haven't heard the tale? Well, you see-ow!"

Phlegethon had whacked him on the shoulder with his helmet. "His mother was a dryad." Phlegethon said simply.

"I see. Well, both of you come over here. We have many things to plan." Zeus said, he looked rather tired.

On the table, a large map was spread out. It showed every realm and place in all of the world, there were many daggers stabbed in different spots. Zeus and Demeter were arguing over the best way to talk, Hera and Aphrodite looked annoyed, Poseidon was just playing with the edge of his cloak, and Hades was glaring at everyone.

It was going to be a long day.