Rick owns all

It was tough thinking of a way to get Percy into the story without having him chasing someone already, so bear with the forced reasoning of him being there. Thanks

Perseus, Son of Atlas, the Titan of Endurance, should probably be siding with the Titan's, getting ready for the upcoming war, or training to defend himself. In reality, he's living a mortal life for now. Two years ago, in Percy's search for purpose, he met a couple that changed his life. This couple was Sally Jackson and Gabe Ugliano. Ugliano was the worst human being that Percy had met in millennia. Turns out the only reason that Sally was with Gabe was because she couldn't afford to live on her own in Manhattan, New York. It may seem like a crappy thing to do, but in comparison to the pig she was with, she was a saint.

To make a long story short, Percy saved Sally from that relationship, and got a job at the American National Museum of History, near Central Park, New York. Sally and Percy lived together- not in a romantic sense, but a mother-son relationship instead. This 'family' grew when Percy introduced Sally to an English teacher he met at the museum, named Paul. Two years later and Paul got a job offer to teach in D.C., and so all three packed up and moved to D.C. Percy made the switch to the Museum of Natural History, in D.C. Everything was going perfectly fine, millennia of peace: up in flames after his own father walked into the place.

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Nico's not a dumb kid, he thought he was aware of what he was getting himself into when he spotted the Manticore enter the Museum of Natural History. Now, what he was not expecting was to be on the second floor of a huge room, staring down at the strangest group of things attending a PIRATE EVENT. In the center of the room was a big circle of dirt, where a dinosaur looked like it had been; with wires hanging from the ceiling. There were at least a dozen guards, mortal by the look of them, stood on the balcony, two reptilian, snake ladies; the camp introduction video called them Scythian Dracaenae.

Between the two of them was a grey-haired man with a long scar running down over his eye. He looked terrible, skin paler than Nico's. The grey hair that Nico thought he saw was actually blonde, or was supposed to be blonde, he looked to Nico to be around thirty, which is young to already have a head of grey hair.

Opposite of him was Professor Thorn, who had blue and brown eyes and looked as French as ever. Thorn looked small in comparison to the man looking down on him. All Nico could see were his knuckles on the gilded arms of his chair, like a throne.

Nico had a good view from the second floor, out of the sight of the mortal guards with Annabeth's baseball cap on, making him invisible.

Nico was shaken out of his thoughts as a deep and strong voice filled the room.

"Well?"

"They are here General." Thorn squealed out, in his weird French accent.

"I know that, you fool," boomed the man. "But where?"

"In the rocket museum."

"The Air and Space Museum." The grey-haired guy corrected.

"How many?" the General demanded.

"Five, General," Thorn said. "The satyr, Grover Underwood. The girl with the spiky black hair, and horrible shield."

"Thalia." The grey-haired man corrected once again.

"And two other girls, the daughter of Hades-"

Nico was certain Thorn was speaking about Bianca when he said daughter of Hades, meaning that he was a son of Hades, himself. Nico wasn't sure if that scared him or made him happy. When he used to play Mythomagic, he knew Hades was powerful, one of the big three gods of Olympus.

Thorn continued "And your own daughter, Zo-"

"Do Not Speak Her Name!" The General commanded.

Nico was still watching the interaction when he heard a gasp. He jumped thinking he had been spotted, before realizing he still had the baseball cap on. He looked to his left, and almost out of vision even to Nico who could see well in the dark, was a man perched on the rafters, out of sight of the mortals. He had black hair, and tan skin. He was wearing a Museum t-shirt meaning he probably worked at the museum.

Nico turned back to the first floor where the action was happening. Luke had just spoken to Thorn, who retorted, though Nico only caught the end.

"- to risk. Let me finish them off."

"No." The General rose from his chair, and both Nico and the mystery boy got their first look at the man.

He was tall and muscular, tan, a light brown skin, and slicked black hair. He had on an expensive brown silk suit. He had a brutal face, huge shoulders, and hands that could snap a flagpole in half.

"You have already failed me, Thorn."

"But General-"

"No excuses! It was only thanks to Luke," He looked over at the grey-haired man. "That we were able to salvage our plan at all. You're lucky I don't throw you into the pits of Tartarus for your incompetence. Now get out of my sight, Thorn, until I find some other menial task for you."

Thorn was almost purple with rage, which didn't help his already horrifying looks. He looked to almost be foaming at the mouth. He turned, bowed awkwardly, and left the room.

"Now my boy," the General turned to Luke. "The first thing we must do is isolate the half-blood Thalia. The monster we seek will then come to her."

"And what of the Hunters, they will not be easy to deal with."

The General ignored Luke and turned, "Do you have the teeth?"

The man in front stumbled forward and held out a ceramic pot. "Yes, General!"

"Plant them," he said.

Nico watched breathlessly as the guard planted the seeds into the soil in the middle of the room. Shaken out of his thoughts, as he noticed a guard fall to the ground next to him. He looked around and noticed all the guards on the second floor, on his side of the room, were knocked out cold. Seemingly done by the black-haired museum employee.

Both boys looked over the side of the balcony again, as the guard smoothed the soil over, while the General smiled coldly.

The guard stepped back and wiped his hands. "Ready, General!"

"Excellent! Water them, and we will let them scent their prey."

The guard picked up a little tin watering can with daises painted on it and poured something that wasn't water. It was dark red liquid, and it really didn't seem like the time for Hawaiian Punch.

The soil began to bubble.

"Soon," the General said. "I will show you, Luke, soldiers that will make your army from that little boat look insignificant.

The soil erupted, Nico stepped back nervously, and bumped into the dark-haired boy, knocking his invisible cap off.

His eyes widened, "Shit!" Nico was turned around, ready to run, before two large hands were thrown around his mouth and the back of his shirt. Nico was turned around to the sight of two narrowed, black eyes.

The employee raised a finger to his mouth, in the universal 'shh' motion. Nico nodded and looked back down to the first floor to see a seething General and a few guards picking up a dozen orange cats.

The employee smiled while Nico just looked confused. The General stood and grabbed the correct teeth, dragon teeth, from a returning guard. The employee's smile faltered as the General planted and watered the teeth himself.

The dirt trembled once more. A single, skeletal hand shot out of the ground, grasping at the air.

The General, still staring at the skeleton asked, "Quickly, do you have the scent?"

"Yessss, lord," one of the dracaenae answered, she held out a silvery fabric, the same as the Hunters wore.

"Once my warriors catch the scent, they will pursue the owner relentlessly. Nothing can stop them, no weapons known to half-blood or Hunter. They will tear the Hunters and their allies to shreds. Toss it here!"

As he said that, all twelve skeletons emerged from the soil. They had dull pale skin, yellow eyes, and transparent skin, able to see the bones where their skin wasn't covered by army fatigues, they kind of reminded Nico of the man, Luke.

The employee swore and dragged Nico out the door.