Me, you, Percy, and Annabeth were on a quest for the Masterbolt.

Percy and Annabeth were currently looking for Hephaestus to get Ares’s shield, while we were in the restaurant with him, “Those two stay.” Ares had said, pointing at us.

So here we were, sitting at a table with the god of war, ordering cheeseburgers while waiting for the others. He then gave us a mischievous grin, leaning in.

“So what would you do if I killed one of you guys right now.” He said, his voice morbidly casual.