"Hey, say no more." said Paul, hands raised. "I don't need to know all the details." Paul wanted to speak on this more, but as they approached the hill, the son of Ares could see his father, leaning against Thalia's tree, looking rather impatient. The god of war looked at Paul, then to Hermoine. He shrugged at the daughter of Hermes and turned back to his son.

"You're very lucky, you know that. The tenth chosen demigod to wield the Sword of Achilles AND that's two demigods in a row for me." All that Paul managed to get out was a very confused and concerned "Huh?" Ares let out a hearty laugh while Paul regained himself. "I feel like there's a lot more we need to talk about before we start talking about this damn sword." Paul said. "Like how the hell are you my father? Mom never said anything about this." Ares suppressed another smile. "Your mother was always a good soldier, and Spetsnaz are trained never to reveal anything. But that's not important right now."

Ares raised his arm and outstretched his hand. As he did so, Paul felt the heavy bladed sword fall from his hand and go to Ares. When the God of War gripped it in is fist he spoke. "This sword has been in the hands of the greatest warriors in history. Generals, Conquerors and Kings. Before you, there have been nine. You will be the tenth, and if the oracle is to be believed, the last one." 

(I'll let this sink in before I continue.)