If you asked Percy Jackson, Gods were something he had to deal with on the daily. Whether that be accepting their quests or even talking to them directly. However, this was something that he had never expected.

Zeus and another God had gotten into a bit of a rebuttal, and Zeus, being the arrogant God he was, punished the God in ways in an unthinkable way, turn them mortal.

The King Of Olympus sent the God (now mortal) down from the sky to Camp Half-Blood, where they crash landed onto the soil, something they wouldn’t have felt in a millennia at least.

Percy had found the fallen God and took them to the infirmary, where he sat now, waiting for them to wake up. He didn’t know why, but he somehow knew this was a God, and he couldn’t help but sympathise with it. He knew what it was like to be trapped in a place where you don’t know anything.