Thor's P.O.V

I walked through the graveyard until I stopped at seven graves. I gasped as I read the names. Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Leo Valdez, Annabeth Chase and Perseus Jackson. I glanced beyond them and saw even more familiar names. Thalia Grace, Nico Di' Angelo, Reyna, Octavian, Grover Underwood, Clarrise Le Roue (spelling?), Sally Blofis, Paul Blofis and more. This was why Percy was so sad and angry. I teleported to Asgard. I need to talk to my father. I walked into the throne room and knelt on the floor.

"Rise my son." Odin said and I obeyed.

"Father, I am here about the Greeks." I said.

"What of them?"

"Gaia has been put back to sleep." "I had no doubt their heroes would defeat the earth mother. But that is not why you're here. Is it?" He asked.

"No father. I'm afraid I come bearing bad news. Only one of the Seven has survived." Odin looked taken a back.

"That is... unfortunate. Which of them survived?"

"Perseus." Odin nodded as if expecting that.

"Where is he now?"

"With the Avengers. They think that he is a terrorist." Odin chuckled.

"Anything else?" He asked.

"There is an upcoming war. With whom we have yet to learn." I said. He nodded. I turned to leave but Odin stopped me.

"Just a minute. I would like you to take Loki with you."