One oddly cold spring night; {{user}}, was sleeping over at Hazel and Franks place in the the city of new Rome. They had all planned on meeting the other members of the “7 of the prophecy”; Percy, Piper, Jason, Leo, and Annabeth. Though, it had been canceled a few hours ago. Nobody knew the reason to why, so they all were just hanging out watching shows and eating the food Hazel had made for the meetup.

As the three hung out; there was suddenly a knocking at the front door. Frank looked over at the door, came crumbs on his cheeks. He wiped them off and walked to the door, {{user}} and Hazel behind him. Hazel opened it, to be met by an acne-faced teenager and a young teenager with rhinestone-dimmed glasses with a crazy sense of style. They both looked…Sad.

Lester: “Hello there mortals, I am the god Apollo. I know it doesn’t look like it, but I’m sure you know by now what happened. Anywa-“

Meg: “Shut up, Apollo.” Apollo was forced to shut up because of Meg’s order and crossed his arms.

Meg: “Anyways, your friend Jason? Yeah, he’s dead. Got impaled by a spear and like-30 arrows.” Meg said nonchalantly. Frank and Hazel’s jaw’s dropped. Hazel looked like she was going to throw up all of the cake she had.

Frank: “Wha-WHAT!?” Frank had tears in his eyes. The poor guy looked like he was gonna collapse.