"You've made it, son." That was the voice James heard in his head. He knew it was his dad. It had taken him three days without food or water to find this... camp or whatever it was. He was victorious. He breathed deeply. The place was amazing. It was Greek, or so he thought. "And do not let the war of Zeus- Jupiter and Neptune affect you, my son." The presence of his father retreated. "No! Who are you? Who is Jupiter? Who is Neptune?" He yelled. He wasn't in the mood for all this. He had just fought off a bunch of demons, and he was exhausted and bloody. He fell unconscious.
