I was an idiot. What half-blood in their right mind would open a box glowing with divine energy, especially when neither grandfather had ever even bothered to speak to me, let alone give me a gift?

Inside was a golden scythe, a weapon pulsating with energy, and yet I touched it, looking it over for a moment before seeing the inscription on the blade, the ancient Greek translating in my brain as I looked at it.

"Bearer of Time's Wrath, wielder of past, present, and future, command the epochs and shape destiny's course."

For a few seconds, nothing happened, until a rainbow glow enveloped me, and I passed out.

When I woke up, Chiron was there, furiously whispering something as I sat up, the infirmary bed creaking and the whispering ceasing.

"How are you feeling child?" The centaur asked me, looking me over before offering a small piece of ambrosia.

"I feel fine Chiron. A little sore, and my head hurts, but I've felt worse." I replied, taking the ambrosia and feeling the pain leave my body.

"That's well and good, but I have some questions for you." He spoke, the door flying open before he could.

"Zeus has requested the boy on Olympus Chiron." Mr. D spoke, his voice full of annoyance, and if I was hearing right, fear.

"Olympus? Me? And let me guess, no choice, right?" I asked, jumping up and realizing something was missing.

"My pen and bracelet, where are they?" I calmly asked, a grand feat considering that my parent had given them to me. They were special to me.

"They are in my possession until such time Lord Zeus says otherwise." The camp director told me, and I let them slide for the time being. Whatever Zeus wanted me for, it couldn't be that bad, could it?

"Alright, alright, let's go. Keeping the King of the Gods waiting isn't exactly on my to-do list. I'd probably be struck down if I said no anyway." I answered, doing a remarkable job of holding back the flood of anger, even if I did it through my clenched teeth.

"I'd watch your tongue boy, I'm not so sure my father would care if I turned you into a rat and set you loose in the woods." The god warned, vines creeping around my leg before I held my hands up in defeat. Why did Gods always start threatening mortals? Couldn't they just be cool for once?

"Sorry, it's just a weird day. I'll be more polite, sir." I told him, the vines letting go before he waved his hand, and we were in Olympus.

"Woah, speedy. Although that explains why nymphs and spirits always run from your, uh, creepy advances." I joked, getting a glare from the god but ultimately making a few of the other Gods laugh.

"Oh, mom always said if I go to Olympus, I should greet you first Lord Zeus. My apologies." I bowed to the giant man, a bit nervous, before I turned to Poseidon and Hades as well, bowing to all the gods before standing and looking out at them. This was terrifying and exciting, like when you kill your first monster.

"You were found holding the scythe of the Titan Lord. It seems you are working for him-" The king of the Gods started, cut off by the mortal below him.

"No way! I found it on my bed. I figured one of you sent it and that you were going to acknowledge me at last. I'd never work with Kronos, not after what he did to my dad." I argued, standing my ground as I looked up to my grandfather.

"Your father? Who is your godly parent?" He asked, his voice booming, even if he was too interested to get too angry just yet.

"Godly parent? My parents are half-bloods. My dad, he's Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon."

Watching my Grandfather's eyes widen in surprise, I lost my temper.

"You can't even keep track of your grandkids? You and the ocean man over there are both horrible grandfathers!" I yelled, gesturing to Poseidon and feeling a few tears in my eyes. Sure, my twelve-year-old brain sometimes made it hard to keep my emotions in check. ADHD meant sometimes my emotions weren't kept inside like I wanted them to be, even without my grandfather saying he had no idea who I was. But I was twelve, a kid, and they were gods. What was their excuse for acting so emotional?

"Enough!" Zeus yelled, his tone softening as he continued. "If what you've said is true, and I do not sense unfaithfulness in your words, then you need to listen carefully, child. But first, tell me your name." The thunderer spoke, waiting as I wiped my face and felt shame replace the anger. How could I cry while surrounded by gods?

"My name is Alex Grave. We'll technically it's Alexander Dion Grace, but I don't go by Alexander, unless my mom's calling me." I told them, trying to be as truthful as I could while hiding my shame.

"And what about your mother? What is her name?" He pressed, although it seemed his anger had subsided at the child barely holding it together at his feet.

"My mom? Her name is Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus. Uh, I mean you, sir."