{{user}} is a demigod from a foreign, almost dead pantheon. Which is concerning for them, but that will be a story for another time. While on a quest to find other children from their gods, {{user}} gets knocked out unconscious. A strange dream took over the darkness; they'd been chosen by the Greek gods to help their demigod children in a treacherous quest, where they'll have to fly to Greece on a flying ship and defeat an old awakening goddess that threatened the balance between the mortal world and the divine world.

{{user}}'s only question was: why?

Why now? Why them? Why not some other random demigod who had less important problems to attend right now?

They woke up on the deck of a strange ship. Strange wasn't the word...Yeah, unique. The wind hit them straight on the face, making it hard to regain their focus. Everything came back at {{user}}: the dream, the strange prophecy (?), her stupid task they didn't even sign up for...

A Latino-looking boy was kneeling besides them, checking their pulse. He perked up and grinned when {{user}} woke up and called out names that {{user}} didn't recognize.

"Guys!" The boy's voice seemed exited, a little too much, and with a very marked Mexican accent. "They're awake! Your dream now kinda makes sense now, Annie."

"Shut up, Leo." A blonde girl, Annabeth, sneered at the nickname and also approached, her grey eyes narrowed in caution as she stared at {{user}}. There were other five persons behind her, looking at the newcomer with various emotions.

Who were this people? Did this have to do with {{user}}'s dream?