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Okay! So this story is like, a dream I had this one time. I thought it was pretty cool, so I had to write it down. I'm testing out a new writing style. Tell me if you like it better then my other work. If you have not read my other work, then just tell me if it works. XD

Here it is! I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: This has swearing and implied sexual relations between both gay couples and straight couples. If you do not approve, please keep your views to yourself.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, but this plot and a lot of the characters are mine. Everything else belongs to Lord Rick Riordan(The god of awesome literature).

Chapter 1

We Meet an Old Enemy

"I can't say that character would be one of your strongest assets,

Not that we're perfect, merely extra perfect.

So don't think you know a thing about a thing you know nothing about.

Go fuck yourselves, leave us alone." - !#? by Motion City Soundtrack

Percy's POV

My head hit the ground hard.

I sat up on the cold wood floor and rubbed the bump now forming on the back of my skull. I looked out the window. Great. Still dark out.

You should all know a few things before I go on.

One; I'm a half-blood. Half human, half god. My Mother is a human by the name of Sally Jackson and my father… Well he's sort of Poseidon. Yeah, you guessed it. The Greek god of the Sea. Which is great and all, but we tend to get into a lot of danger.

Two; I'm sort of a counselor at this camp. It's called Camp Half-blood. Yeah creative, I know. It's a camp where half-bloods can go to be safe from danger. Monsters and the like. Which we get chased by a lot. And I mean a lot. Thirteen years ago I was a camper. I was 16 when they made me the Sword Fighting Trainer. I'm 29 now and I have a wife and child. I actually turned 29 yesterday.

Three; We also tend to have a lot of bad dreams. And these dreams aren't just bad, they're real.

There was a knock on my door and a familiar voice called, "Percy? Are you alright? I heard a crash."

My old teacher, Chiron, opened my door to find me sitting on the floor, massaging my own head. He raised an eyebrow at me and clopped his hooves.

Oh, yeah. You might want to know. Chiron's a centaur.

I stood and brushed myself off. "Sorry for that, Chiron," I said, picking things I had knocked over back up. "I had a bad dream again."

He walked forward. "What about?" he asked, interested.

I shrugged. "Nothing that bad. Just an old enemy."

Chiron fidgeted. I could tell he was thinking. He looked uneasy.

"Chiron?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

Chiron shuffled his hooves nervously. "Well," he mussed. "Sarous saw something."

I was instantly interested. "Another reborn?" I asked, pulling on my clothes. Reborn was what we called Half-bloods that had died once and were reincarnated.

Chiron nodded uncertainly. "What, exactly, did you see?"

I thought back to my dream and shuddered. "It was Medusa," I said, glowering. I had met her when I was 12 years old, my first year at camp, when I had been accused of stealing Zeus' Master Lightning Blot. I had ended up killing her, but monsters never stayed dead for long.

Chiron nodded. "That's what I was afraid of. Where was she when you saw her?"

I frowned. He knew something I didn't. I hated it when he didn't tell me the whole story. "She was in…" I thought for a moment. "San Francisco I think."

Chiron shook his head. "We need a counsel. Right now."

And with that he clopped out of the room, leaving me stunned.

"Are we all here?" I asked above the chatter. There was a chorus of yeses. I nodded to a small girl in a floor length, old-fashioned, green and brown dress.

She had curly blond hair that went down to her ankles. It was tied into a high ponytail and she had a black Circlet in her hair. Her eyes were bright gold with a ring of black around the edges.

She stood and cleared her throat. Looking at her, you'd think a high girly voice to come from her. Think again.

A stern, mature, womanly voice echoed around the room filled with camp leaders. "Listen up. A child in San Francisco is being hunted. By Medusa." A murmur went through the counsel at the mention of the snake-haired woman. Annabeth squeezed my hand beside me.

"Sarous," Nico said from my other side. I jump. I hadn't even seen him come in. He was good at getting around in the shadows. Damn son of Hades.

"What is the kid's name? Do you know where they are?" He walked up beside her and touched her shoulder.

Sarous shook her head. "Luci. Luci Evens. That's the name. But that's all I got. Something stopped my vision before I could get a location. Well, other than San Francisco. But that's not specific enough."

She bit the inside of her lip, thinking hard. "Maybe I could help!" Rachel piped up from the far corner of the room. Sarous nodded and took down her hair, the way she always did when she was doing this kind of thing.

The Oracle walked over to Sarous and took her hands. She touched her forehead to Sarous' and whispered, "See," is a creepy voice. The Oracle's voice.

A shiver went up my spine. I hated it when she did that.

They stayed like that for a minute before Sarous smiled. "Hello," she said, kindly. "Are you Luci?"

She was silent for a second, listening to Luci's voice in her mind.

"I'm Sarous. Can you tell me where you are?" Another second. "MLK Junior Middle School. The Boys Locker Room." I knew she was saying that so we would know where the girl was.

"Is there anyone with you?" Sarous asked Luci. "Okay. Sweetie? I need you to do something for me. I need you to close your eyes. And no matter what, do not open them! Do you understand me?"

I clenched my fist, my knuckles going white. I had a feeling Medusa was in the school with the poor girl.

"Luci, I want you to find a hiding place. Stay there and don't make a sound. We're coming to get you."

There was silence for a second. "Luci?" Sarous asked, worry obvious in her voice. I tensed and I felt Annabeth do so as well. That wasn't a good sign.

"Luci can you hear me? L-Luci!"

Sarous jumped away from Rachel like she'd been electrocuted. Rachel then toppled over. Nico caught her inches from the ground.

Chiron walked forward and touched Rachel's head. "She's getting too old for this. The Oracle needs a young girl as a host. But she's too damn stubborn to give it up! She can't handle the power. Nico," he said, looking at the 24 year old in front of him. "Take her up to her room please. Annabeth, you go too."

The two of them scurried off, sharing Rachel's weight.

Chiron and I, as well as Sarous' siblings, all ran to the shaking girl.

"Sarry?" Dante, Sarous' oldest sister asked, touching her shoulder experimentally, as if seeing if she would topple over.

Sarous touched her forehead. Her eyes closed. She swayed back and Theaseous and Trikayous, her older brothers, caught her shoulders.

"I'm alright," she said, steadying herself. "Just light headed."

The boys let her go and I asked her, "What happened?"

"I'm not sure," she said. "It was the same force as before. Trying to shut me out. Rachel was helping keep it away, but then she passed out and it felt like it kicked me in the mind. If that makes sense."

"Did Medusa get Luci?" I asked the question I was sure everyone else was too scared to ask.

Sarous shook her head. "I don't think she has. Not yet at least. But she's in the building. We have to go to San Francisco. Right now."

Nico's POV

I stood at the top of half-blood hill, stoking Mrs. O'Leary, the one only tame hellhound's, fur. I had my blade at my hip and a light leather armour on. There were several people around me.

On the other side of Mrs. O'Leary was my siblings. There was seven of them in total. All children of Hades, my father.

From oldest to youngest, they were; Dante, Trikayous, Haidi, Theaseous, Sarous, Pelyte and Heraklise.

But there's something you might want to know about them. They're gods.

Dante is the goddess of Fire and her mom is Hestia, which everyone thought was weird, because she said she would never have children. I guess Dante was the exception.

Trikayous and Haidi are twins. Trikayous is the god of Trickery and Haidi is the goddess of Pain. Their mom is Aphrodite. I guess even she had a soft spot for my dad.

Theaseous is the god of Living Things and Pelyte is the goddess of Sound. Their mom is Persephone. I guess dad actually had some kids with his wife. Surprise, surprise.

Sarous was born between Theaseous and Pelyte and she is the goddess of Reincarnation and Location. Don't ask me to explain. It was complicated stuff. Her mom is Hecate.

Heraklise is only five. There's a five year difference between him and Pelyte. He's the god of Relationships. I think you can guess who his mom is. Heraklise. God of relationships. Yeah, his mom is Hera, Queen of the gods. No one was brave enough to question it.

My father sent them down here to camp to learn how to behave around humans. He thought it would be safest to start with half-bloods. Plus, I was here.

I was charged with making sure they didn't show off to much. Which was hard, because I liked the shows too.

"Almost ready?" someone asked from behind me. I turned to see Percy, Riptide at his hip. Mrs. O'Leary barked happily and tackled her owner.

Percy laughed and pushed her muzzle away. "Okay, okay. Down girl. I love you too." He patted her head.

He smiled at me, his hair a little messed up because of a huge dog I could mention. I laughed a little. "You look ridiculous. And yeah, we're ready."

Percy laughed, smoothing his hair. "Come on slow pokes! We're supposed to be saving a little girl, remember?"

Sarous turned to us, about to say something, when Haidi pushed pasted her. "Okay, big girl. You're going to need some extra juice." Trikayous, Pelyte and Haidi all pressed their hands to the side of Mrs. O'Leary's stomach, forcing their shadow travel energy into her. When they were done, they stood back like they'd just given her a hug.

I hated it how they could do that. Damn gods. I would have passed out from that much shadow power used in one go.

Percy hugged Annabeth and kissed her cheek. "Be safe," she said. Their daughter, Zoë, flung herself into her father's arms. "Come back soon, daddy!" she screamed.

I laughed. She was a cutie. She had her mother's hair and her father's eyes.

I helped Percy up onto Mrs. O'Leary's back and climbed up myself.

Dante, Theaseous, Sarous, Percy and I were all going.

Percy patted Mrs. O'Leary's neck and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

The hellhound lurched forwards and we sped through the shadows. When Mrs. O'Leary stopped, they were standing in front of MLK Junior Middle School, in San Francisco.

We hopped off the canine's back and ran into the school.

"Keep your gaze below eyelevel," Percy said, scanning the floor.

I trained my eyes to the floor.

I walked past a door and heard a light hissing. I stopped dead. I backed away from the door and ran to the others.

"I think I found her," I whispered to the others.

"Luci?" Percy asked.

I shook my head. "No. Medusa. She's behind the door," I pointed my thumb behind me.

Percy looked up but instantly looked away. "Not anymore she isn't," he said through gritted teeth.

I gulped, not daring to turn around.

"You guys deal with her," I said walking sideways down the school hallway. "I'll go find Luci."

I bolted for the Gym.

I reached the door and pulled it open. I ran to the other side of the big room. It felt like a lifetime since I was last in a school gym.

I stopped at the door marked, Boy's Locker Room, and opened the door slowly.

"Luci?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

"Luci, my name is Nico. I'm a friend of Sarous'. You remember her don't you?"

I looked around the room for any signs of life. I walked past a row of lockers and noticed one was slightly ajar. I walked up to it and opened it slowly.

Someone yelped from inside.

I knelt down beside the child who had crammed herself in the locker. She was wearing dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt with black angel wings printed on the back. She had shoulder length blond hair. I couldn't see her face because she had it inbetween her knees.

"Luci?" I asked again, placing a hand on her shoulder. She raised her head.

It was then I realized some things.

One; Luci, was a boy.

Two; He still had his eyes closed, which meant he was terrified of Medusa, Well, who could blame him. He was shaking.

Three; Luci Evens was Luke Castellan's reincarnation.

I touched the scar that was on his face as well. There was no way this could be a coincidence. Sarous was the goddess of reincarnation. She knew when someone was reincarnated. She said Luci was a Reborn. And he was defiantly Luke.

"Luci," I said again. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Luci's face was tear streaked. "Can I open my eyes now?" he asked hoarsely.

I smiled sympathetically. "Yes Luci. You can open your eyes. Can you stand?"

He opened his eyes to reveal huge blue orbs. They even had the same eyes.

I hadn't known Luke very well, and I had only known him when he was trying to destroy the world, but Percy and Annabeth and Thalia told me stories.

The only difference I could see was that Luci was 13, and he had glasses. They had thick black rims. They suited him.

He shook his head. "N-no. That scary lady grabbed my leg and I think I twisted my ankle."

I looked at the foot she was indicating. It was bruised and swollen. I grimaced. I held my arms open for him and he leaned on me.

I scooped him up in my arms, bridal style, and carried him out of the gym with ease. He was really light.

When I reached the place I had left my friends, they were all panting and sweaty, but more or less unharmed. Dante had a cut on her face and she was bleeding gold and Percy 's shoulder was bruised and bleeding, but that's about it. Nothing serious.

Medusa's head lay facedown on the floor, a foot away from her body.

I felt Luci bury his face in my neck. I held him to me, like if I let him go he would just disappear.

"It's okay. Shh. It's okay."

Percy looked up at him. His face still tucked away from sight.

"How is she?" he asked.

"He," Sarous, Luci and I all said at the same time. Luci's voice was slightly muffled by my neck.

"Oh," Percy said, stupidly. "Sorry."

"He's fine," I said as we headed out of the school. I was still carrying Luci and he hadn't uncovered his face yet because Theaseous was walking beside me with Medusa's head in his hand.

"Sprained ankle, that's all." I stopped in front of Mrs. O'Leary, who was wagging her tail excitedly, ready to go home. "Hey girl, I said.

Luci had to sneak a peek at Mrs. O'Leary. He gaped at the dog in amazement. "That dog is huge!" he said, his mouth hanging open.

"Yeah," I laughed. "She is. She's Percy's dog."

Luci gave me a questioning glace.

I tilted my head in Percy's direction. "That's Percy."

Luci looked where I'd indicated and smiled. "Percy, you're bleeding," he said, pointing out the obvious.

Percy stared at Luci and gulped. I mentally kicked myself. I should have warned him. Looking at Luci, and seeing how much he looked like Luke must have been horrible for the poor guy. They had had a rough relationship.

Percy regained his composure a nodded. "So I am," he said, humouring the blond.

I smiled and turned to Dante. "Can you hold him for a sec, while I get on Mrs. O'Leary?" Dante nodded.

"Your dog's name is Mrs. O'Leary?" Luci raised an eyebrow as I passed him off to Dante.

Percy looked at her sceptically. "And what's wrong with that? Anyways, I didn't name her. I sort of got her second hand."

"You mean you adopted her," Luci said as I climbed on top of the hellhound's back.

"Yeah. Sort of. She was given to me by a friend."

I reached out my hands for Luci and Dante passed him up to me.

"Stop it you too," Sarous said, cutting in. "We need to get Luci back."

"Oh," Luci said. "I live on Silver Ave."

"We're not taking you to your house, Luci. We're taking you to camp half-blood."

"Camp what? What about my parents?"

Sarous smiled as she climbed on top of Mrs. O'Leary. "I think you will find that your parents are already there. Waiting for you."

I whispered something in Mrs. O'Leary's ear and we sped through the shadows, on our way home.

Annabeth's POV

It wasn't like them to be late.

I stood on the porch of The Big House, with my daughter pulling on my leg, Apollo yammering on about something I didn't care about, and a lady named Eva Evens almost in tears, she was so worried.

Humans weren't usually allowed at camp, but Apollo, being a god, had let her in. This was a special case.

It was nearly sunrise. Mrs. O'Leary wouldn't be able to shadow travel in the day.

I was about to scream at everyone to shut up and let me think, when a huge dog appeared out of the darkness.

I gasped and grabbed Zoë, running up the hill to greet my husband.

"Percy," I said, throwing myself into his arms. "You're bleeding!" I looked at the wound on his shoulder. It wasn't that deep, but it could get infected easily.

"Sweetheart," he said, getting to the point. "You need to know, Luci, well he's Luke's…"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. I spotted the boy in Nico's arms and my felt hand flew to my mouth. He looked so much like Luke it was scary. They even had the same scar.

Nico put Luci on the ground and Theaseous ran a hand over his ankle. He then came over and did the same thing to Percy's shoulder. Percy sighed and rolled it back.

"Thanks Thee," he said, ruffling the young god's hair.

"Don't mention it," he said in return.

I looked over at Luci again. He was standing now. Staring in amazement at his healed ankle.

I heard her before I saw her.

Eva Evens came running at the preteen, shouting as she went. "Luci! I'm so glad you're safe! You have no idea how worried your father and I were?"

She pulled Luci into a tight hug.

"It's fine mom," Luci said, his face squished to his mother's chest. "I'm alright. Nico saved me."

She turned to Nico and gave him an equally huge hug.

I smiled at the expression on Nico's face. The look of pure terror.

"Lucifer Alexander Evens!"

We all flinched.

Apollo was storming up the hill.

"Hi dad," Luci murmured staring at the ground.

There was silence for a moment. We all watched Apollo, wondering what he would do next.

Then suddenly he swooped down and pulled Luci into a loving, gentle hug.

"You have no idea what you do to me sometimes. Never do that again. Ever."

Luci looked as shocked as we were. "I'm sorry dad. I won't, I promise."

Apollo pulled back and looked at his son with sad eyes. For a second, I wondered if he saw the face I did. Luke's face.

Apollo sucking in a deep breath. "Right then," he said, looking away from his son. I could tell he was trying now to shed a tear. He walked away from Luci like all that hadn't just happened. Luci looked like he was used to this treatment.

I felt sorry for him. This must be hard.

"You can't tell him you know," a voice said from beside me.

I looked down at Sarous.

"Tell him what?" I asked, even though I was pretty sure what she meant.

"You can't tell him he's Luke's reincarnation."

I turned away to look at the boy as his mother fussed over him. He looked as bored as I would have been.

"I know. But can I ask why?"

Sarous turned to look down the hill at the camp. "Because Luke is still in there. If you tell him, Luke's memories will come back. And let's just say that when that happens, they usually end up hugging themselves in a padded white room."

And with that, she walked down the hill with everyone else.

"Lovely," I said, following the herd, Zoë swinging at my hip.