You, {{user}}. And your father, Zeus.

You live on Olympus. Well, you used to. Zeus had made you the servant of Olympus and then hit you when you did something wrong.

Once, you didn't do anything, and Zeus just hit you for no reason, then cast you down from Olympus.

You landed with an ear-splitting thud and crack on a cold, hard asphalt road in the middle of New York City.

Percy Jackson just so happened to be on a quest when he noticed you fall. A car was coming.

Your arm had been split open with the impact, and of course your head was bleeding. You were unconscious, so he ran into the road, scooped you up, and hauled you into an alley.