I hope you guys like this! Three timeline in correlation to the books might be a little willy wonka, but I don't think that matters. This takes place ten years after Phoenix, Max's daughter, is born and a few months after the hidden Oracle. Let me know what you think! Anyone who reviews gets a digital cookie! If you have questions, leave them in the review and I'll answer them either in an AN at the end of the chapter or sometime in the story, (only if the question pertains to the future of the plot!)

"Look out!" I scream as Annabeth is stabbed by a syringe. The Hollywood worthy man yanks the needle from the ground and pulls another from his pocket. He stabs me before I can react, which is saying something, seeing as how I fought two wars already, and I'm only seventeen. Annabeth. Is my last thought before my mind sinks into oblivion.

"Nnn," I mutter.

"Are you okay?" A small voice asks.

"Ugh."

"Are you okay?" She asks again.

"How long was I out?"

"More than two days."

"Annabeth. When I was brought in, was there a blonde with me?"

"No."

I mutter a curse in Latin. "Are you sure?"

"Not since I've been here."

"Hera, if this is your idea of funny, you have problems!" I scream at the ceiling and open my eyes. The room is massive, but I'm not in it. No. I'm in a dog crate. And not a big one either. Through the bars, I can see another cage. This one has a ten year old girl in it.

"Who's Hera?"

"My... aunt." And immortal enemy.

"She can't hear you."

"You'd be surprised."

"I'm Phoenix."

"Percy," she reminds me of my sister, only ten years older.

"Are you okay?"

"I will be. Do you know where we are?"

"I think it's the School. But... Mom said it was destroyed."

"Apparently not."

A... werewolf?... walks in. He kicks Phoenix's cage and comes to mine. He opens the crate and I launch, trying to pin him. He lifts me and pins my back to the wall, holding me a foot above the ground by my throat. He punches me repeatedly in the gut. I let my body sag. He releases me and I jerk my knee into his groin and a feeling like when Thalia uses me to channel lightning courses through me. I claw at the source, which happens to be a thing around my neck. It finally stops and I gasp for breath.

While I was being electrocuted, I had been brought to some kind of operation room. Trust me. When you are as clumsy as me, you tend to need the hospital every so often. I'm strapped to the table on my stomach. The man in the white coat (I'm not calling him a doctor) rips off my shirt and rubs what feels like a baby wipe on my back then stabs a super long needle in my spinal chord. He does this again and again. After I've been stabbed seven times, a grueling pain erupts from my shoulderblades. I scream louder then the roar of a Phlegethon water-fire?-fall. As someone who has been to Tartarus, I know what I'm talking about.

"Yes!" The whitecoat's voice cuts through my pain. I struggle against the restraints. The pain in my back only grows over the next six hours. Eventually, I stop screaming and start sobbing. Tears stream down my cheeks as the pain intensifies. Finally, it ends. The restraints are removed, but I just lay there. The whitecoat forces a shirt over my chest. One of the werewolves grabs my shock collar and drags me through the halls and tosses me into my cage.

"Percy?" Phoenix asks nervously.

"Ow," I moan, sitting up.

"Are you okay?" That seems to be her favorite thing to say to me.

"I will be," is my response.

"What did they do to you?"

"Injected me with who knows what."

"There's no injection spots on your arms."

"No. because they stabbed the needles into my spinal chord. Then they did something to my shoulderblades."

"Ouch."

"No kidding," I chuckle.

"Have they given you any water?"

"One bottle a day."

"Okay. Save the water today. Don't drink it."

"Why?"

"I have a plan, but it requires you to blindly trust me."

"Okay," Phoenix stretches out the last syllable warily. "What's the plan?"

"I said blindly."

"So pretend I'm Iggy."

"Who?"

"Flock member."

"Flock as in birds?"

"Bird kids. Although, technically, the original six- except for Angel- aren't kids anymore."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Okay. I explain if you explain."

"Fine. You first."

"My family, Mom, Dad, Iggy, Gazzy, Nudge, and Angel were kidnapped when they were babies and brought here, to the School. They grew up in dog crates like these. The whitecoats added two percent avian DNA to them. So they have wings. Jeb, one of the whitecoats, took them away from here. Four years later, he betrayed them. Over the next two years, they saved the world at least five times. Seven months after the last time, I was born. Ten years later, they kidnapped me and here we are."

"If your mom and dad had bird genes, does that mean you do?"

In response, Phoenix extends two black wings about a foot, which was all the cage would allow.

"Your turn."

"Okay. Where do I start?"

"Your parents."

"Where do I start with that though?"

"Uh, the beginning?"

"Okay. Well, my dad's dad ate him when he was born."

"Try telling the truth."

"I am! Greek mythology is real. My dad," I pause, "is Poseidon. My mom is a mortal. That makes me a demigod. When I was twelve, I saved the world from a war between my dad and his brother, Zeus. When I was fourteen, I saved the world by getting the Titan, Atlas, back to holding the sky. When I was fifteen, I saved the world by stopping Kronos. When I was sixteen, I saved the world by stopping the Giants and then by stopping Gaea. A couple months ago, I saved the world from having a giant robotic statue of Nero destroy who knows what. I am now here."

"Prove it."

Why does nobody ever believe me? "I swear on the river Styx that I, Percy Jackson, has never, and will never lie to you."

"Okay."

"That's all it took?"

"Swearing on the river Styx was the most powerful oath in Ancient Greece. You didn't die, so that means you weren't lying."

"Okay then."

"So what's the plan?"

"A secret."

"Butt."

"I've been called worse," seriously. Never call Arion, an immortal horse, a stupid animal. Man can that horse cuss.

"I believe it."

"Plan relies on me having a lot of water. I can use it as a weapon."

"Okay."

The werewolf things come back in.

"Go away Ari," Phoenix glares at the one in front.

"Nice try, little girl . But Dad wants to see you," he snarls.

"Jeb died."

"So did I."

"You are the worst uncle possible."

"I know."

"Phoenix, is the whitecoat you mom's dad?"

"Unfortunately."

"And he experimented on her."

"My family is complicated."

"Mine's worse."

"I doubt it."

"I'm dating my dad's brother's daughter's kid, because we're not related."

"What?"

"Don't think about it too much. It's confusing."

"Okay you win."

"Yeah. It's complicated," I remember Thalia Grace, my cousin, telling me that I was dating her niece. But because gods don't have DNA, or blood, it's not weird. Unless you start connecting the lines. That's when heads explode.

"My granddaughter," the whitecoat who injected me stands there. I try to think rationally, like Annabeth. I don't lunge at him.

"I am not your granddaughter!" Phoenix screams and throws herself at him. She drops to the ground, clawing at her shock collar. I snap. It's one thing to attack me. I might let you get away with it, if I'm your prisoner and am biding my time. But you mess with an innocent child, or my friend, and I will make sure you never do it again. I glare at the sink behind him and it explodes. The force of the water pushes the metal basin out of the counter so that it smacks his head. When he goes down, I kick him in the head twice before my shock collar kicks on and I drop like a rock, electricity coursing through my body. Somehow, I manage to divert the water stream to hit me, eliminating some of the pain. I will the water to wrap around Phoenix's collar, but not touch her. This eliminates her pain, but channels it to me. My pain is doubled. I scream so loud I can't hear myself

"No," Phoenix gasps, forcing her hand into the water stream. I shake my head and pass out from the pain.