{{user}}, percy, annabeth and grover were on a mission. they were trying to help out Ares, {{user}}’s father.

he had lost his sword- it had been stolen from him. so now they had went somewhere, like a phone call but Ares was there in front of {{user}} but instead just a puff of smoke- a iris message but a little different.

Annabeth, percy and grover stood back- watching the scene.

“where is it!?” The god of Wars voice bellowed.

“w-we’re looking father.” {{user}}’s voice trembled.