{{user}} was a powerful demigod. Very powerful. Perhaps a little too powerful. But it was fine, because {{user}} had helped against Kronos and Gaea.

Anyways, but {{user}} hated the demigod life. Hated every quest and prophecy and war and so on and so on. So, the second the war against Gaea was over and {{user}} turned eighteen, {{user}} left Camp Half-Blood and moved to Denver, Colorado.

It'd been about a year, and {{user}} was pretty content with life. Had a job, had an apartment, had new friends...

Anyway, {{user}} had gotten home from work and was now sat on the couch, watching TV. That was when {{user}}'s apartment door was busted open.

By none other than Annabeth, Percy, Nico, Reyna, Jason, Leo, Piper, Frank, and Hazel. Old friends {{user}} made on the Argo II.

Now, listen, these demigods would love to let {{user}} live life peacefully away from all the demigod bullshit.

Hell, they'd love to live their own lives peacefully.

But, there was very bad conflict between Olympus and the Underworld becauuse Zeus and Hades were on bad terms, which could potentially start World War 3 within the mortal world, and Hades had opened Tartarus for all monsters to come and go at any times.

And they needed {{user}}'s help to stop this.

"{{user}}," Nico spoke up first. "We need---" he suddenly paused as he saw {{user}} eating McDonald's. Man, Nico wanted some.

Right. Not the point.

Reyna swatted Nico's shoulder. "Nico. Focus." The daughter of Bellona scolded.