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A/N: Okay so I am posting a day earlier because I have to work tomorrow so today is my Saturday lolol

* You’re not sure what’s more strange: the fact that Hades claimed you as his child (which is a lie…you’re pretty sure it’s a lie.), or the fact that as soon as it was announced a cabin gilded in gold and glittering with diamonds erupted from the ground fully formed, vines wrapping around the columns as all the other cabins shifted to make room for it until the earth stilled once more.

* ‘Is that a present from dear old ‘Dad’ or is that just the magic of this camp.’

* While everyone’s slack jawed staring at the monument that just erupted from the ground you tap on Dionysus’s shoulder.

* “It’s for you.” You say, thrusting the envelope towards him.

* Dionysus doesn’t fit in much from what you read, other than being much younger and much more cheerful than his literary counterpart, he seems to enjoy being here. A far cry from the miserable character you remember in the books.

* But Dionysus’s usually cheerful face is as white as a sheet when he accepts the envelope with trembling hands.

* “Why don’t you move your things to your new cabin, and then we can meet at my office.” It’s said like a statement, punctuated by a wobbly smile. You nod, watching as a crowd of your peers part like the Red Sea when you make your way to the Hermes cabin.

* No one stands in your way or so much as offers a word when you collect your things, walking across the half circle to your new cabin and letting the door slam shut behind you.

* It’s only when you're alone that you crumple to the floor, your face as hot as lava, sweat lining your body.

* “Oh my god that was so embarrassing!”

* Everyone was staring at you!!

* “I guess Luke and Annabeth won’t want to be my friends anymore.” You mumble.

* ‘That should be the least of your worries, your biggest concern should be that a god who isn’t your father claimed you as theirs.’

* You can’t really tell what he’s thinking, this feels incredibly near sighted. What’s going to happen when word inevitably gets out you’re not Hades kid? At the very least you’ll be smited and the old man will probably get into hot water with the rest of the gods.

* ‘Still,’

* Your eyes trace from the staircase in the corner of the room that lead to, what appears to be, a small second story library, to the luxurious gold metal bunk bed and single bed on either side of the room, a soft faux wolf skin rug beneath you.

* There’s even a Cerberus plush toy on the single bed, placed atop a fluffy white comforter, the air conditioner humming in the background.

* ‘this is pretty nice.’

* It’s every bit as nice as your penthouse, you look at the glinting pomegranate design on the wall, each seed a small ruby, maybe even nicer.

* “Well, I can’t stay here forever.” You grunt as you sit up, taking one last glance around the cabin your grandfather so affectionately created for you, before making the walk to the Big House.

* Dionysus and Chiron are exchanging heated words when you arrive.

* “—not fair they only just got here, and what happened to their friend—” The softer of two voices argues.

* “They— heroes, it’s their purpose.” This voice is deeper but it cuts in and out, there’s a resigned sigh from the other person.

* “I may be here as a punishment, and I’ll do your bidding as agreed, but don’t think for a moment my morals align with yours and Fathers.” The soft voice is clearer now, tinged with resentment.

* ‘Dionysus is here because of a punishment?’

* Before you can be accused of eavesdropping you knock on the door, greeted with two smiling faces when you open the door.

* ‘If I didn’t know better I’d think I just had a hallucination.’

* “Congratulations! You’ve been granted a quest by Lord Hades, King of the Underworld.” Dionysus smiles wide, but you don’t miss the way his eyes twitch and his hands tremble as he passes you the papers.

* “It appears that Lord Hades son, Zagreus, has been poisoned, and there is no known cure.” Chiron adds.

* You do your best to look like the shocked pikachu meme.

* (Y/N) (L/N) is hereby requested to travel to Circe’s Island (off the coast of Florida) and obtain a potion to heal Mageica Posioning (also referred to as Circe’s Disease). The potion is to be delivered to the underworld no later than the summer solstice, and may allow no more than three companions to accompany them if they choose. Upon completion (Y/N) (L/N) will be granted any wish, as long as it is within the capabilities of the requestor. If these terms are agreeable, please sign on the dotted line.

* “Now I’m sure you have many—“ Dionysus can’t even finish his sentence before you’ve scrawled your name on the line.

* “Or I guess you could just sign, you could always do that too.” Dionysus mumbles, and Chiron muffles a laugh behind his hand.

* “Circe’s island is off the coast of Florida, deep in the Everglades.” Chiron takes over, putting down a map on the desk. He points to a small island to the west of Florida.

* “In the sea of monsters, the most treacherous location for Demi-gods.” Dionysus adds.

* “Yes, in the sea of monsters. Now given your lineage, it will not be safe to travel either through air or by sea. However, a land bridge does appear on the nineteenth of every month, which will allow you to reach Circe’s island without touching the ocean. ”Chiron frowns. “You’ll have to travel by land to Florida as well, we’ll grant you access to the jeep—“

* “They’re twelve years old Chiron.” Dionysus’s voice is soft with an authoritative edge. You feel yourself still, as does Chiron, for a moment.

* “W-we’ll arrange for travel on land.” Chiron quickly amends. He goes over the rest of the logistics but your eyes trail to Dionysus.

* You get the striking impression that there’s more going on with this god than what meets the eye.

* “You’re allowed three companions—“

* “No thanks, I’ll go alone.” You’re already moving to get up.

* “Wait!” Dionysus’s voice is enough to stop you, it feels like your legs are suddenly as heavy as lead. You couldn’t move them an inch, not even if you wanted to.

* Dionysus looks bashful at the action.

* “Sorry,” you have to keep a straight face, you didn’t think gods other than your father could apologize. “Think about companions, I know…I know the children of Hades have many talents, but it’s not—it will be more enjoyable with companions.” There’s a nervous flicker in his eyes, the way he almost seems like he’s pleading.

* “I’ll think about it.” You nod.

* Though you’re not sure what there is to think about, no one wants anything to do with you now that they know who you ‘Dad’ is.

* Case and point, the way everyone stops talking when you show up at the Mess Hall, maybe even the camp itself can feel the tension in the air because before you can take another step a table sprouts up from the ground, ‘Hades’ engraved on the side.

* “Gee, thanks Dad.” You murmur sarcastically before taking a seat.

* Your tableware pops up automatically, embellished with an intricate gold design you’re almost certain it’s an apology for the ostracism you’re facing.

* ‘Don’t cry, it’s just today and tomorrow, you’ve been through worse,’ you remind yourself swallowing hard as the whispers start again. Their eyes directed at you as you sit all alone. ‘Just don’t cry.’

* “You could have clued us in you know.” You hear his voice first, and then the rock of the table as Luke takes a seat beside you.

* “That vortex thing you made is starting to make more sense.” Annabeth adds as she sits across from you.

* You feel emotion rise in your throat. As you watch Luke holds up his plate, pointing to the design.

* “Hey Annie, do you think this is real gold?”

* “We can test it, I’m sure someone in the Hephaestus cabin has a chemistry set or something.”

* ‘I have friends.’

* You’ve been coasting along for the past twelve years, friendly enough to fit in but never get close to anyone.

* But now you have friends, real friends, friends who will stand by you even if they have nothing to gain, even if it means they’re ostracized.

* You blink back the tears and gulp hard.

* “I’m pretty sure it’s real, that whole cabin looks like something out of the Adam’s family.”

* They both laugh at that. Halfway through the meal Luke asks the question that’s been on everyone’s mind.

* “So what did the big man downstairs want?”

* “He needs me to go to Circe’s island and get her to make me a potion to save his son Zagreus from god blood poisoning.”

* You keep eating like it’s no big deal, this is all old information, but Luke and Annabeth exchange a look.

* “That’s kind of messed up.” Annabeth finally says.

* “Yeah, getting one of your kids to put their life in danger so that they can save your other kid, talk about favorites.” Luke sneers.

* ‘Well it’s more like getting your grandchild to go on a quest to save their father but sure.’

* “I’m okay with it.” You shrug, tapping your glass so it’ll fill with iced tea again.

* There’s silence and you figure that’s the end of it.

* “So when are we going?” Luke asks, and you choke on your sip of iced tea. He grins as you sputter.

* “You didn’t think we’d let you go alone did you?” Annabeth adds. “Unless you’d rather have someone else…” uncertainty rings in her tone and she looks away bashfully.

* “Trust me, you’re more than good enough.” Annabeth beams at your validation.

* “Who else are you thinking about taking?” Luke asks, and you shrug.

* “I mean I was just going to go by myself.”

* They both start panicking at that.

* “What about Grover?”

* “I think he’s on stable duty for the next five years, they’re really raking him over the coals.”

* “What about Selina Beauregard?”

* “She’s pretty, but not much else Annabeth.”

* “Then what about—“ you set your fork down with a sigh.

* “I’m going to ask Clarisse La Rue.” And before either of them can protest, you stride over to where she’s sharpening her spear.

* “You don’t look like Hades kid.” She sneers.

* “Yeah, I take after my mom.” That much is true.

* “So what do you want?” This time her tone is a little gentler, but just as stiff. For the most part Clarisse has left you alone, outside of a sneer when you couldn’t lift a sword or a huff of laughter at your pathetic attempts at sparing.

* “Hey Clarisse—“ Luke has just scrambled to your side.

* “We were just leaving!” Annabeth adds from your other side, both of them grabbing your shoulder.

* “We were hoping you’d join us on a quest.” Annabeth squeaks and Luke slaps his forehead. Clarisse just raises an eyebrow.

* “It’s supposed to be on Circe’s island.” You add like you’re inviting her out to Disney world.

* “I like Circe.” She nods.

* “Cool, we’ll meet up tomorrow and talk strategy, we’re leaving the day after next.”

* You nod and she nods back. Then you walk back to your table and tear a piece of bread off, dabbing it in olive oil.

* “What?” You ask at the astonished looks Luke and Annabeth flash you. “She’s great with a spear, we need a tank.” You shrug.

* ‘Right now we’ve got a strategist, Annabeth, An agile swordsman, Luke. A magician, me naturally, and now we’ve got a tank. That’s a well-balanced party if I’ve ever seen one.’

* “Sometimes I seriously think you’re crazy.” Luke says

* “Maybe if we cracked open their head a bunch of rotting pomegranates would fall out.” Annabeth adds.

* The next day passes by in a blur, mostly with Luke, Annabeth and Clarisse arguing about the route to take to Circe’s island.

* “Why don’t we just bulldoze through?” Clarisse argues.

* “Because we’re basically cat nip for monsters.” Annabeth argues back.

* “Aren’t you like five, what are you doing going on a quest?”

* “She’s actually ten and pretty handy with a knife—“

* “Thank you Luke.”

* “—Awful with hand to hand combat though, even worse than (Y/N).” That comment earns him a jab to the ribs.

* Reaching some sort of compromise half way through.

* You’ll travel by train, and then offer something to Poseidon to make it the rest of the way there.

* ‘Guess I’ll give him a few of my diamonds.’

* You lie in your cabin bed, watching the ceiling.

* “Can I really pull this off?”

* Your team is a rag tag group at best, Luke and Annabeth can kind of get along, but with Clarisse in the mix it’s like a bag full of rambunctious cats.

* The summer solstice isn’t far off either, maybe two weeks.

* ‘Which means Dad only has two weeks left.’

* Can god’s die? Even Kronos isn’t dead, just deeply wounded in a very dark place.

* “But this is different.” You murmur, your dad’s already a volatile existence, the power of both death and life intermingling in his body.

* “I really wish you were here Dad.” You murmur.

* You dream of the Meadow again, lush grass tickling your ankles as you sway forward, wind caressing you like a hug. You see someone in the distance, one eye gold and the other green, you can’t make out his face, but their eyes curl up, creasing at the end.

* ‘It looks like they’re smiling.’

* Before you can take another step, you’re awoken by the beep of your alarm. You slam a heavy hand down on the alarm clock beside you.

* “Looks like it’s time.” You sigh, you shower at five in the morning under cold water.

* You double check your bag, securing the silk cloak and pouch full of coins inside. You shove your whip in the side pocket where you usually keep your water bottle. You tie your fathers Jean jacket around your waist.

* You take one last breath, sparing one last glance around your cabin.

* ‘I’ll be back soon.’

* Before turning the door knob and stepping outside.

* “Alright, I guess it’s time to kick some ass.”