It was a normal night in the Jackson home. Percy was home with his two sons, Jack and Dylan. Annabeth was working late once again. He helped his youngest, Jack get ready for bed; as Dylan finished up the homework he put off. After the two kids were both in bed and tucked in. Percy kissed them both on the forehead goodnight. He walked toward the door.
"Daddy" Jack called. "Can you tell us a story?"
Percy smiled. "Of course."
Jack pushed his pillow up and grinned from ear to ear. Sitting straight up in his bed. Jack was eight years old, like most eight year olds he was full of imagination and excitement. He short blonde hair, light skin and green eyes, like his father`s. Jack was dressed in footed PJ`s. Dylan on the other hand stayed curled up in his blanket, looking about to fall asleep. He had messy black hair like his dad`s hair, blue eyes and light skin. Dylan was already 15 and tended to like to spend time alone, and he thought very logically.
"So me, Uncle Grover, and my friends Thalia, Bianca and Zoe. We were on a mission to find your mom and a Greek goddess named Artemis."
Dylan scoffed then rolled his eyes.
Percy continued. "We were all outside a coffee shop when suddenly Grover froze. Then a warm breeze swooped in. then we heard something that sounded like a voice. Zoe had gasped. `Thy cup. ` She said. We all looked at Grover`s coffee cup and the bird on it peeled off and flew away. Grover collapsed. We were all freaked out. Then these warrior skeletons appeared, they drew hand guns and we drew our weapons."
"Riptide!" Jack cheered. "He always helps you save the day!"
"You do know those stories aren't real?" Dylan told his brother.
"Yes they are!" Jack protested. "Right dad?"
"Of course they are."
"Really?" questioned with disbelief. "So you and mom were super human, gods or whatever you called them?"
"Half-bloods. We were called half-bloods."
"And you went on missions where you defeated evil weird looking creatures."
"Pretty much."
"That's illogical! That can't happen! People don't have powers, there are no such things as monsters and more importantly there cannot be some hidden world with in this world. Wouldn't someone have found it by now or seen these creatures?"
"No, there is this thing called the Mist, and it prevents mortals from seeing any of this stuff."
Dylan rolled his eyes. "Well isn't that convenient."
"What is your problem? All kids have stories they are told, these are yours."
"Your filling his head with nonsense!" Dylan yelled. "When you should be filling it with knowledge."
"Daddy! Finish the story!" Jack begged.
"Don't worry I will, Jack." Percy told him, as he kissed his head. Then he looked over at Dylan.
"You only get to be a kid for a little while, Dylan. I wouldn't waste it."