It was as uncomfortable as you can imagine. Kids crying. Passengers whining. Flight attendants cursing passengers for daring to ask them of the most basic, mundane requests. The tendency to act, to help people, it died. The same time she did. She grounded me, reminded me why I find joy in helping people. Not anymore. They've grown complacent. No longer feel the need to remember that they're equals. That they're simply put, all human. As I walk down the aisle, in search of my seat, I get the eerie feeling I'm being monitored. Could be a few different beings. I've got a few guesses. Top guess is Zeus. Lord of the skies and all. Next best choice, Hermes, Lord of Travelers. Ultimately, I know its Athena. The only deity who is both aware of my travel plans, being the person who set it in motion, and the only damned reason I'm helping these toddlers with weapons of mass destruction they call "Symbols of Power". I mean come on, a drunkard who chased a nymph, and now baby sits 13-year-olds who can grow vines, call upon hurricanes, and give the most iron-willed men a nightmare, bound to drive them insane for the remainder of their literal mortal lives. An immortal slut, who chases around the god of bikers, vets, and bullies, even though she is married to a man who only wants to make her happy. Finally, the king of these numbskulls, a man who somehow cheats on his spouse more than he fucks.
Their children however, are another matter. They deserve neither the life that was thrust upon them by fate, nor the responsibilities that come with the grudges that their parents hold against their enemies. I myself was forced to decapitate a woman scorned by her patron, for being raped by my own father a millennia ago. With a shake of the head, Percy clears his thoughts of such bitter ideas. No good would come from having a clouded mind. "Maybe I should look over Athena's packet, a game plan will be necessary, but then again when has anything gone to plan, after all, if they did, I wouldn't even be here right now". With a reach beneath his seat, Percy takes out the manilla envelope from his backpack, quickly stowing his bag away for his departure. A picture of what appears to be a 6ft tall Sun next to a maple tree in central park falls from the packet into Percys hand, along with a picture of a burnt house, with a scythe burnt into the wall above the body of a young child. "It would seem some old friends are back to play. First Hyperion is seen stumbling around central park, then the symbol of dear old gramps. This doesn't make sense. They were already weakened from the first war, then were almost immediately, in comparison, weakened again and imprisoned after the second titan war. Theres no way they could've escaped with out outside help." Maybe this is why Athena needed my help, or maybe they just want someone to deal with their crisis, whilst they sit and lounge on their asses as always. No. No more. No more half-bloods would suffer. I would love to make a visit to some friends, but then there'd be questions. Some, that I don't believe I am strong enough to answer for yet. Who knows, maybe one day I'll be able to give them some kind of atonement, maybe they'll get it soon enough. After all, its what they wanted since that day, right?
With a jolt of the plane, Percy is shaken from his thoughts and is met with the view of the sky, 30 thousand feet up.
"It won't help, but I ought to at least try to sleep. Maybe Morpheus will be kind to me?". With a short chuckle, Percy laid his head back, and drifted off in hopes of good dreams, and failing that, simply no dreams. Unfortunately, Percy isn't that lucky.
And with a silent whisper, as Percy is closing his eyes, a voice is heard, filled with regret, and full of shame, "I'm sorry Percy, but you need to see what I am about to show you. You'll forgive me, I hope…".