Fredrick's POV:

The temple wasn't what I thought it would be from the earlier scans we made. While the scans showed that there would likely be a pillar in the center, there wasn't. It was most definitely a statue of some sort, but it was covered up. As for the sides of the temple, it wasn't just a small room but a vast library of scrolls, tablets, mosaics, tapestries, and a few carvings made into the walls, which likely would have eventually been statues. 

Oddly enough, there were two statues carved out in the back, two women guarding what looked like the entryway to the lower room, that our scans said might exist.

"Fredrick, this discovery...these scrolls," my old professor began saying. "This might completely change our understanding of History."

"This might be the largest discovery of ancient written material in our time," one of the younger professors said. "Heck, there might be more written materials here than came from the Dead Sea Scrolls."

"Just think what might be in the second room if this is the first," another said, and he began heading towards the two statues in the back.

Before he was grabbed by the shirt collar and pulled back from the statues and passageway by Malcolm. "Are you stupid or something?" He asked. "What did you study and teach to come here?"

"Malcolm," I said. "He's a tenured professor."

"Tenure doesn't prevent him from asking for a death wish," Malcolm countered. "He can't tell that that's a statue of the huntress and someone unknown, nor can he read the Ancient language above the passageway."

"What does it say?" I asked timidly, as the other professors were now paying attention.

"It's a burial chamber for fallen huntresses," Malcolm said. "Even I wouldn't risk going through there since there's a statue of an Olympian goddess on one side of it, and it's clearly not in the center of the room."

"Come on, kid, you're just being superstitious," one of the archeologists said.

Malcolm let go of the professor. "I am not going to stop any of you from committing your own death wishes. Just let us translate first."

"What about the canvas in the center of the room covering a statue, more likely than not," another asked. 

"Let us translate first," Gwendolyn said. "It would be better to get an idea of what we'd be uncovering before jumping in and just doing it. 

"So, what will you all be translating first?" A colleague asked of them.

"Clearly, the few scrolls that look like they were thrown in through the windows," Malcolm answered. "They are likely from the cult of believers before they were likely relocated and kept away from the temple. If not, they are the last additions to this temple, regardless."

"In the meantime, why don't you all work on documenting the tapestries and other visible works before deciding on what to do next," Gwendolyn suggested.

"Dr. Chase?" Asked a few of the hesitant colleagues.

"They have a point. Let them get to work translating, and we'll document everything before deciding on the next steps," I responded. 

I watched as the kids picked up the few scrolls on the ground before going around to look at everything in the temple. The artistic work here was beautiful, more so than many pieces I've had the pleasure of viewing in museums and college/university archives. However, one thing was confusing me. One of the women who was fairly prominent and repetitive in the artworks looked an awful lot like Annabeth, though it is possible that this could also be Athena, but it doesn't seem like Athena's style or, from memory, any style in which Athena was previously depicted. 

Then there is the matter of one of the partial statues looking exactly like Annabeth, and it is different enough from any statue of Athena for me to tell that is not her. I'm starting to get a feeling of what will be under that canvas in the middle of the room, where a post or pillar should have been according to our scans. Though my daughter is certianly my daughter, and not adopted by the huntress, so that still confuses me. 

"Beautiful isn't she," one of my British colleagues said. 

"Yes," I admitted. 

"I'd prolly tap that," said one of the American doctorate students, from which university I do not know. 

"Same," responded the British colleague who is also fairly young for the profession. 

"I wouldn't be saying that in here," I commented. "Don't know if you might piss them off enough to smite you."

The two busted out laughing. "You can't be serious Dr. Chase," the American doctorate student said.

"You seriously don't believe all that bloody shite in the history books about mythology do you?" Asked the British colleague mockingly. 

"Maybe not believe all of it per se. But respect towards it, now that's a different question entirely. This is likely an ancient religious site, or even burial ground, so I recommend you do the same before getting us all cursed."

I walked off after answering them. For some reason them talking about the girl being depicted enraged me far more than anything I've previously encountered. I almost wanted to rip their heads off and feed it to a woodchipper strangely enough. 

Honestly if there was a woodchipper nearby I probably would have done it, so I am thankful for which ever god in charge of preventing murders keeping woodchippers away from this site. 

Throughout the rest of the displays there were two other women that appeared frequently, though all three were either depicted fighting along side the male, or fighting alongside each other, except for one, where she was depicted leading a battle in one of the tapestries. 

"Fredrick," My old professor said. "The kids are asking for you."

I nodded thanking my old professor. 

Time Skip: Great thanks to Apollo I have to take over Line Break's duties.

Entering the tent that I could see kids being in, I noticed that they were looking a bit more pale than when they started this morning. "You asked for me," I said, noticing they didn't react to me entering the tent.

"We got the translations," Malcolm muttered.

"Completely already? But those scrolls are at least..."

"We're natives of their original languages," Gwendolyn defended.

"then what's so problematic?" I asked.

"Nothing, just...thought you all might want to read the translation before taking the tarp off," Malcolm said. 

"So we can," I started to ask.

"Well you would technically be 'discovering' a new Greco-Roman God," Gwendolyn said. 

"So, no death if I uncover it?" I asked

"No...not for you at least," Malcolm answered. 

"Do you all want more scrolls to translate or is that all for today?"

"We'll grab more...we just don't want to be in the temple when you unveal the statue...also do not go into the second room, it is a burial site for the hunt," Gwendolyn said with a far away look, before getting up and going off to collect more scrolls with Malcolm.

I looked over the translations, one was labeled, 'Percy, Champion of Hestia,' another labeled 'Perseus the Silent One', and the last was label as 'The true tale of Percy our brother'. 

So likely two mortal stories of this Percy/Perseus guy, and one real one likely written by one of the Hunters. Well at least now we have a name for the god of this temple. I decided to take a risk and read the 'our brother' tale first.

Time Skip: I have been informed by legal council that Zoe doesn't approve of her work being made public, under advice of legal council and for personal safety I shall skip you all ahead of that...I'm safe now right
Zoe: That remains to be seen Boy

By the gods. This...holy Hades...The Hunt is real...We might be fucked...not just males but civilization as a whole. To think that...well I know this probably a translation of modern times to ancient times and back to modern language, becuase of the sheer absurdity of this situation, but still. A god who actually wants to interfere in mortal affairs, but do so to protect children...I should call my daughter and apologize to her before we uncover this, though, Malcolm and Gwendolyn say I should be safe, but that's probably at my daughter's will, and now she's a figure in Ancient Mythology claimed to be a creation of Athena, or a mortal adopted by Vesta, but in reality, being a demigod creation of Athena and adopted child of Vesta...which one is weird and two why didn't my daughter tell me about her spat with her mother which ended up with a Roman Goddess adopting her.

I half mindedly walked back into the temple with the translations the kids prepared, and spread them around to groups of my colleagues for them to begin reading.

"Dr. Chase, this is great," cheered one of the archaeologist. "This is a whole new understanding to our conceptions of Ancient myth, and to believe I am holding a work Ovid himself."

"Ovid, how about this one of Homer," another archaeologist proclaimed. 

"Uhhhh, this one is said written by your older sister, the Forgotten Hesperide" said a third archaeologist.

I can't believe I fully skipped over who wrote that one. "A forgotten Hesperide?" questioned the other two. 

"That's the claimed author of this work," the third replied. 

"Wonder who that could be," the second pondered.

"Obviously an unknown one given the forgotten part, but how would they know that?" the First stated.

"That was likely written around 4th century," Gwendolyn answered with multiple scrolls in her arms. "At least that's what the grammatical style leads me to believe."

"So..." the archaeologist started.

"Either this forgotten Hesperide is surpassing a thousand years old at the time of writing or new god at the end of paganism, chose what you wish to believe, but what is in there is much older than the grammatical style," Gwendolyn said heading out the door.

That got all the archaeologist, to swarm the third, while the historians picked up Homer's and Ovid's respective work.

I looked up at the canvas cover statue and was tempted to just pull it. Somehow, I knew that despite it's weight appearance and its size, that it would some how feel like pulling a card board box off a baking soda volcano for a 1stgrade science project. 

"We have to get those scrolls scanned and these translations out," I heard one of the Archaeologist speak from their huddle. "This changes so much of what we know about the mythologies and ancient world."

"But this canvas...could it really be holding back a god?"

"Certainly not...that was probably just some superstition," answered one.

"But from a sibling, if we are to believe her claim?"

"A favored sibling figure," said one and began gesturing to the canvas covered statue, "probably gets damaged in an earthquake, and you expect people to be truthful about it to children."

"Lying to children?"

"I mean we do it now, and its almost like natural nature for adults, why not believe the ancients to did that to protect their children from harmful things."

The archaeologist all shrugged, and nodded in agreement with that logic. 

"Fredrick," My old professor called.

"Yes professor?" I questioned. 

"Are we gonna pull the canvas off this old statue or not?"

"Definitely we are," said one of the Archaeologist. "We have too, right. The new scans show that it should be safe."

"New scans?" I questioned.

"yeah here," the archaeologist said and handed over the scanner which was displaying it's last scan, which clearly shown some type of statue but with no clear lose parts.

I sighed. "I don't know...what if that translation is more true than the others?" I asked. "We'd be unleashing a force of nature older, and likely more violent than any being previously on the planet."

"Even if true, which I highly and heavily doubt, we know this being would go after those who harm kids...plus how could a being of that size survive so long without nourishment? Only single celled and very small organisms have been able to survive that long without food."

"Still, would it be worth the risk to all of humanity? How do we know how this being defines harm to kids?"

"worse case scenario we just use the canvas to cover up humanities sins like they've been for the last two thousand years or more."

"Three thousand," Gwendolyn interjected. "Hercules is at most 4000 years or so old, and more likely than not about 3200ish years old now. From the original writing of that scroll and even in the translation I made for you, the writer claims to have been introduced to her new brother some 200 years after being banished from her family home and receiving her title due to being left for dead by Hercules. Read the whole thing next time." Gwendolyn added leaving the temple. 

"I still don't see any downside to this," the archaeologist who has been arguing this said, as she left. 

"Then Fredrick, lets get this dusty old canvas out of here and see the face of this newly discovered god," My old professor said. 

I looked around the room, noticing most if not all were in agreement with removing the canvas. I breathed in heavily knowing that more likely than not, I will be unleashing an unstoppable killing force that's likely only tempered by my daughter, or the goddess Hestia. But considering what I know of demigod upbringings I do not think Hestia will be one to stop this being from helping her own family. 

I grabbed the canvas and as I predicted it felt practically weightless. With a singular tug down on the canvas, it went flying up and over the top of the statue from the backside and came zooming back down. I had just barely enough time to step back out of the way and close my eyes before the disturbed dust could hit them. 

When the dust settled and my eyes opened, I noticed that what I expected to be a canvas at my feet was in fact not a canvas, but a glowing gold net, which I only know of one ever being made in mythology to entrap a god and goddess having an affair, which makes me wonder if this was the same one or a different one all together.

"Quis nos liberat?" came a feminine voice that I do not recall ever having heard before.

"Pueri te pro reditu meo laudabunt," came a slightly familiar masculine voice, that I think I've only heard once before. 

Bonus: Hellenic hearts are set aflame the hot gate calls their na...Frens...You're still here...But I don't have anything prepared this time :(
Time Skip: Have we introduced you to the concept called improve yet lil dude
Bonus: isn't that where you basically BS you're way through it because you forgot it
Me: Yup and Time Skip stop being a bad influence on Bonus or else

"They're about to uncover you four," Lady Hestia informed us. "The demigods you all sent are also clear of the temple."

"YES I FINALLY GET TO SEE WHAT THE FATES MEANT WHEN THEY GAVE PERSEUS THE WOODCHIPPER DOMAIN," Thalia shouted excitedly.

"yes, yes, niece. Though I do not think they meant for it to be used for its original purpose," Lady Hestia replied. "Are you ready for this dear?" Hestia asked, turning her head to Annabeth. 

Annabeth nodded returning to an older form of 18 instead of her cute, adorable, smol bean form which my best guest is probably around 6 years old. 

"Milady, are you sure they are ready for this?" I asked.

"No, they doubt the story from your sister. Prove them wrong my champion, due what your domains call you to do, avenge those you were to late for, and protect those who you are able to," she answered.

"MOM YOU JUST GAVE HIM THE GREEN LIGHT TO KILL AT WILL," Annabeth exclaimed.

"To protect and avenge children, and it better not go further than that mister, my brother is already pissed about how quickly your temple was discovered."

"Well he should have been cleaning his act up since I became immortal, not my fault if he places himself on my list," I replied nonchalantly and began transporting Annabeth, Thalia, Reyna, and myself to my 'ancient buried temple.'