Well. This is the number two after the first authors note vanished. Anyway, I thank you for reading this! I suck at doing this, so let's make it brief. I really appreciate you, more touchy feely stuff, a couple more thank you inserted here.

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P.S. Nothing is mine!! It's all the Trolling King, Rick Riordan's!

Percy POV

It was Christmas, and Percy had decide to go home to his home to celebrate the holiday. He hummed quietly to himself as he walked down the hallway to the elevator, thoughts of how he should surprise his mom and Paul running through his head. He pressed the button to the penthouse and up he went. A blinding grin decorated his handsome features as he prepared for his first Christmas with his baby sister, Estelle. He and Annabeth had decided to make it worthwhile after the stress from the past year, and Annabeth was going to come up tomorrow, on Christmas Eve.

A cozy warmth spread trough his body and his eyes got misty. This year had gone well, no doubt about it. There were no godly distractions, and his relationship with Annabeth had grown even stronger. But still, guilt pressed down on him as he though about losses from the second Giant War. That was soon replaced with a temporary holiday spirit as he stepped out of the elevator into the large living room that was covered in fake snow and Christmas decorations. He shook his head at the blue pine tree in the corner labeled "Thalia" and snuck through the large apartment that was a gift from the gods as a thank you and as an apology from Hera.

No sound was made through the home, though, and Percy's nerves earned him to back away, to leave. He shook them off and continued on more carefully, his hand going instinctively towards his pocket. With a flick of his wrist Riptide was out and unsheathed. Something was definitely wrong. Worry gathered in his brain and massed into a large gray cloud of anxiety. What had happened while he was gone?

A sharp cry pierced the silence and was followed by wailing. Percy's eyes widened and panic set in. He dashed up the stairs to the nursery and threw open the door, his guard up and Riptide ready to slash through the attackers.

Before he understood what was completely happening, Percy froze. Huddled around Estelle's crib were Paul and his mom, frozen into statues as they gazed at something in fear. His mom was reaching out to Estelle, shading his sister's eyes as if to block her sight of something, and Percy knew exactly what that something was. Medusa. Slowly, he walked over to his family, eyes filled with terror and the fragile hope that this was all some elaborate hoax the Ares Cabin and Hermès Cabin had pulled on him. But no, those were his parents, and the stone was still warm from when their bodies were living flesh instead of statues.

Something deep inside Percy shattered, and water cane rushing out. A wild whirlwind of emotion ran into him, taking control of his body, and he lurched forward, choking on the tears that had started falling at somepoint in the last couple minutes.

Percy wrapped his arms around his mom and sobbed, tears falling and showing no signs of stopping. Pent up anger and grief raged through him tugging his body towards the floor. He collapsed, his arms still around his mom, his loving, caring, amazing mom. His mom who lived and breathe with pure joy, who was no set in stone forever. And he just sat there, murmuring his mom's and Paul's names, for what seemed like eternity.

A small hand reached out to grab his own and though he couldn't see through his tears, Percy Jackson squeezed his little sister's hand gently while he sobbed his heart out. Other, smaller tears joined his own as Estelle cried softly, Mama and Papi escaping her small mouth and spirally out into the air in harmony with his own.

At Camp

Annabeth was just finishing up her last blueprint and was packing for her trip to Sally's for Christmas when a sharp tingle ran down her spine and flared in the small of her back, right where Percy's weakpoint had been. She jolted to her feet and froze. Something was wrong. This was the exact same feeling she'd had the moment when Percy was taken by Hera. Fear flashed in her eyes and she grabbed her dagger and ran to the Big House. If something had happened to Percy... nobody would wanted to be near her when she found out. Piper gazed at her in concern when Annabeth passed her and chased her, calling her name.

"Annabeth!" Piper said. "What's happening?"

"Something is wrong..." The daughter of Athena murmured, barely sparing Piper a glance. "I'm going to ask Chiron if I can leave a day early and go to him."

Piper nodded and continued to the Big House with Annabeth, not leaving her friend. When they climbed up onto the porch, Chiron was already there with Rachel.

"I've been waiting for you." Chiron said urgently. "Ms. Dare came to me just a couple minutes ago saying that a promise had been fulfilled, a family broken, and a soul of the sea shattered. She said that you would have to make a decision that ends with a grave loss and a bright future and that you would be here in a couple minutes needing to see Percy."

"Was It a prophecy?" Annabeth demanded.

"No," Rachel shook her head. "But I fell asleep while painting and it turned out lime this."

She revealed a darkly colored painting with words written in what looked like glass bottles of sand. A pair of sea green eyes that matched Percy's were drawn at the bottom.

Annabeth choked as she saw them, and turned to Chiron. "She's right. Something has happened that has ended with death."

"You need to find Percy, then." Chiron nodded at her determinedly. "And bring him back to camp. I'm sorry, but your stay with him for Christmas will have to happen here."

"I understand." Annabeth said faintly. "I'll IM you once I find him."

Piper looked on as her best friend forced a brave smile into her face. It was like Percy was missing all over again. Annabeth noticed Piper looking at her worriedly butter shook it off even as thoughts of what could be wrong jumped and danced in chaotic madness throughout her head.

She nodded to Chiron before whistling to Blackjack and jumping on his back. She leaned down and whispered instructions to find Percy to the pegasus and soon they were just a blur in the sky.

Thanks so much for reading again! Hopefully updates will be made every weekend now that it's summer!

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