Bewildered, Percy turned around and had his face blasted with a cool jet of air.

"Hello, Perseus Jackson", said the man smiling holding out a hand.

The man was about 5' 10", but extremely muscular. He had a dark tan, jet black hair with a slight hint of gray, and a tattoo of a penguin on his left bicep.

Percy took a step back and reached for Riptide. This wasn't a god. He looked nothing like any of them. He had to be a monster and Percy wasn't going to fall for his trick.

"Now, now", the man cooed, "Let's not be rash. I'm not going to harm you."

"Who sent you?", Percy hissed as he kept his hand on Riptide.

Looking around at the landscape and the sky, the man chuckled, "I sent myself."

"Ha ha, very funny", Percy said mockingly, "Now, really. Who sent you?"

"I will not repeat myself demigod", the man said narrowing his eyes.

"Too bad", Percy yelled as he uncapped Riptide and lunged at the man.

Without even missing a beat, the man sidestepped the lunge.

"How the!", Percy yelled.

But before he had time to finish, the man reached out and grabbed the hilt of Riptide and ripped it from Percy's hands, holding it against Percy's neck.

Percy rolled back out of the way. So much anger was flowing through his veins. This was a strong monster, he wasn't going to be able to beat it with a sword.

"Come", the man offered again, extending his hand, "Let's talk."

Water began swirling behind Percy. Enough snow had fallen to make a reasonable attack with the water.

The man's eyes narrowed, "That's no way to treat your dad's cousin."

"What!", Percy yelled as the water started to swirl a little less.

With a wave of his hand, the water behind Percy froze into ice.

"Come", the man said once more, "Let's talk."

Defeated, Percy looked around once more before following the man.

"So you're name is Glacier then," Percy said as he stirred the fire.

It was late that evening, Percy and the man had spoke most of the day.

"No! I told you it was Glatcher!", he said sternly, "Not Glacier!"

"Oh", Percy said softly as he gazed off into the fire.

A few minutes passed without either one mentioning a word to the other. Finally, Percy broke the silence.

"So you're really not a God."

"In essence, I'm the same thing", Glatcher spoke, "But not the Gods you're thinking of."

"Oh?"

Glatcher let out a deep sigh, "I'm a child of Typhon."

Instantly, Percy's eyes grew wide and he reached for Riptide which he had been given back.

"Relax, demigod", Glatcher chuckled, "If I was going to hurt you, I would have already."

Percy relaxed slightly, but kept his hand near his pocket.

Glatcher sighed, "I'm not proud of my parentage. Typhon is a mad man."

"But, how? Who? What? When? Where? Why? For all of this", Percy asked confused.

Gazing off for a minute, Glatcher sighed and spoke softly, "Let me start from the beginning."

And with a wave of his hand, the desert began to fizzle out of view. Only being replaced by a dark black canvas around them and memories.

"From the start of time, there has always been struggle. Struggle between humans, struggle between Gods, and most importantly struggle between the Titans. When the world first began, Mother Earth granted each Titan their own ability. She wanted them to live in unity with one another, but instead they grew hatred for the gifts of the others. No one hated each other more than Typhon and Kronos. Ever since they were created, they have sparred with one another. The only thing that they ever agreed on was the destruction of the Gods. The Gods were spawned from Kronos. But to Kronos's dismay, Zeus was able to defeat him and save his brothers and sisters. With Hades and Poseidon, Zeus started the Age of the Gods. Together, the Gods outsmarted the Titans and locked each of them away. Including, my father Typhon. However, Typhon was not a fool. Unknown to the rest of the Titans, he was also given the gift of children like Kronos. In secret, he spawned us. But we did not have immortality like the Gods. We were flawed. So he spawned hundreds of thousands of us, enough to make an army and defeat the Gods, taking his place among the stars and ruler of Earth. But there was a two-faced Titan, Oceanus. Oceanus found Typhon secret, and out of jealousy went to the Gods in the shadows. Zeus was outraged when he found this out, and set out to the destruction of Typhon's children. Typhon thought he could win, but he underestimated the Gods like his brother Kronos. His children were slaughtered. Destroyed. Ended. Some of us went into hiding, but the Gods hunted us like dogs. In a final effort to save the last of his children, Typhon attacked the Gods directly. He knew he couldn't win, but he gave us precious time to escape. Before he was defeated in the first war, he gave up the gift of children to grant those of us who survived immortality. This cut deeply into his power and allowed the Gods to put him into a deep slumber and lock him away, only able to be awoken again by Zeus. As for Oceanus, he was betrayed by the Gods and locked away as well. Now for thousands of years, we have moved silently in the night, avoiding the Gods radar and adding to their ignorance that they are the supreme beings. We don't know how many of us are left, but we are out there."

Then as quickly as it started, there was a bright flash, and they were back in the desert.

"Now you know our story," whispered Glatcher as he stood up.

"Where are you going?", Percy said abruptly.

"Back to the shadows to hide again", Glatcher replied as he began to walk away.

"But I have so many questions!", Percy shouted after him.

Glatcher stopped, sighed, and looked down at the ground.

"We all have questions demigod. We are all looking for answers."

"But what about…", Percy started.

"Typhon? How did he awake? Well, you should know that demigod. You awoke him."

"But I'm not Zeus…"

"You're right, you're not. But you've had his master bolt in your hands haven't you?"

"Yeah, but…", Percy stuttered.

"You still have his essence on you. That's how you awoke him. But now he's stronger than before, his strength has come back since he gave us immortality. He is not weak anymore."

"How did he escape this last time?", Percy asked quizzically.

Glatcher gave a long sigh before answering, "Some of us our getting tired of hiding Percy. We want to be accepted for who we are. But the Gods don't want us. We're outcast to them. We are The Fallen."

"So your brothers and sisters freed Typhon?"

"Yes, in the hope that they can take Olympus. But they're foolish. Typhon does not care for us the way he did then. We are just obstacles to him."

"So why hasn't he attacked yet?", Percy asked as Glatcher began to walk away.

"I don't know. I suspect he's biding his time, waiting to build up enough strength to destroy the Gods by ten folds."

"How do I destroy him?", Percy yelled as another snowstorm began to start.

"That I do not know young demigod. That is something you must find on your own. But when the time comes to make a decision whether to destroy The Fallen or not, remember not all of us are filled with hatred.", Glatcher spoke softly as the snow began to pick up.

"Don't go yet!", Percy yelled as the wind began to pick up.

"I must! I've already been here too long", Glatcher yelled back.

"But there's still so much to ask!"

"Some things are better left unanswered", Glatcher smiled.

"But…", Percy stuttered.

"But I will leave you with this knowledge. Naomi is my daughter. I know she's in Kronos's clutches right now, but please save her. She's all I have right now."

"I'll try my best sir."

"I know what you seek Percy, and I warn you. Another war between Kronos and Typhon is deadly. If Kronos gets the Golden Fleece, we'll have a large scale war on our hands. The Underworld may not be able to hold this many deaths."

"I'm not sure what to do", Percy mumbled.

"I trust you'll make the right decision", Glatcher chuckled as he tossed Percy an item.

"What's this?", Percy asked as he held it up.

"That is a crystal blade made during the Age of the Titans. The Gods destroyed all of them when they defeated Kronos, all but one that is. They believed them to be too dangerous. If this pierces any mortal being it kills them instantly. Use it in a time of need."

"Will do", Percy said a little mockingly with a salute.

Glatcher narrowed his eyes, "I'll pretend you didn't just do that. But I will give you one final bit of information before I go."

"And what's that?", Percy said more seriously this time.

"The item that you seek, the Fleece, is near the mouth of the Mississippi River. Within a few days it will reach the ocean. By then it will be too late, it'll float into the domain of Oceanus and we'll have the destruction of Olympus and the world as we know it."

Then with a strong gust of wind, Glatcher vanished, leaving Percy alone.