"Percy can you put Lucas in the car? I'll be ready to go in about five minutes!" Annabeth called from the bathroom, her voice filling up their small apartment in New York.

Percy put down the pictures he'd been looking at. Chiron had a camera that he'd kept in the Big House that he, Nico, and Jason had, when they were teens, filled up with with tons of pictures of pretty much everything. He'd just been looking at pictures from when the Hunters had come to Camp Half-Blood for a visit. Those were some interesting pictures.

"Sure Annabeth!" he called back. He walked into their bedroom, and came to the crib. There was his son, Lucas, staring at him with his big green eyes, identical to Percy's own. He was eight months, and his blond hair had started to become curly, just like Annabeth's. Percy couldn't help smiling down at him.

"Ready to go buddy?" he said softly as he picked him up.

Lucas was the light and life of Annabeth and Percy's lives. His birth had not been easy for Annabeth. He had been born weeks early, and had barely weighed two pounds.

Percy had been terrified he would lose both Annabeth and Lucas that night, but now here he was in Percy's arms. All he needed to do now was keep both Lucas and Annabeth safe, which would of course be easier if they could stay at Camp Jupiter, he thought.

For the last month the camp had been overrun with monsters. Many families had to move away or to Camp Half-Blood. To make more room in Camp Half-Blood, Percy, Annabeth, had packed up their things and Lucas, and had moved into a New York apartment, provided by Camp Half-Blood. Yesterday they had been informed that they could move back to Camp Jupiter in about a week. Percy had thanked the gods for that News. He missed seeing his friends every day and was tired of living with constant fear that something would happen to either Annabeth or Lucas. They had had countless of monster attacks already.

Percy looked down at his son in his arms, "Ready to see Grandma Sally and Grandpa Paul?"

Lucas giggled, he loved to go visit his grandparents. The only upside of being away from the safety of the camps was that they were a lot closer to Percy's parents, and took advantage of that by making frequent visits.

Percy carried Lucas out of the bedroom and walked across the entryway, unlocked the door and closed it behind him. He stepped out into the dim hallway, and walked down two flights of stairs, holding Lucas tightly in his arms.

The lobby was dark and empty (as always). He walked across the room and opened the front door. It was cold outside, and he felt Lucas shiver in his arms. Percy felt guilty for not bringing him a blanket. He planned to back up and get one when Annabeth came down.

After he had buckled Lucas in the car (that had also been provided by Camp Half-Blood), he looked around for Annabeth. As he did, he spotted something that made him jump and grab Riptide out of his pocket. There were three empousa, illuminated by the street light. They were too close, Percy couldn't let them get any closer to his son.

He uncapped Riptide and charged at the empousa. Even though there were only three (he could fight them in his sleep), he got that same nervous feeling he always got when he fought monsters with Lucas close by.

As he got to them, they attacked. Percy was a bit relieved none of them were Kelli, she held too many bad memories.

He quickly slashed at two of them. One was caught in front of his blade, and was slashed into powder. The other had dodged his blade, and was now, with the third one by her side, lunging at him a second time, he easily sliced them both. They were gone. The "battle" had only lasted about five seconds. Definitely not the smartest empousa he'd fought.

He turned, planning to smile at his son, but when he turned around, what he saw made his heart turn ice cold, beyond ice cold. His entire body went numb.

There was Kelli, a horrible grin on her face, standing right next to the car. Inside the car was Lucas, still in his car seat. His big bright eyes were glazed, staring forward. His little body, always moving with energy, was now still. His rosy cheeks now pale. His white shirt, now with a huge spot of blood, and in the middle of the spot was a knife.

A ball of anger exploded inside Percy. He could barely feel the Earth shaking under him as he ran to Kelli, dropped his sword, and slammed her against the car, making sure she didn't touch Lucas again. He threw her on the ground and started punching her, wanting her to feel as much pain as possible. She did not deserve a quick death. Her gloating smile had disappeared. She was trying to bite him, but she was no match against the son of the sea god.

"PERCY! What are you-"

Hearing Annabeth's voice, his thoughts became clear.

"Annabeth do anything you can, save Lucas!" Percy sobbed. he picked up Riptide from the ground where he'd dropped it. He could hear Annabeth running towards the car. As she screamed at the sight of Lucas, he turned back to Kelli. She could no longer move, but still had a smile on her face.

"Percy Jackson," her voice made him shiver. He got ready to stab her, but what she said next shook him, "I will be back Percy, but your son will not." He stabbed, wishing more than anything he could end her life for good.

He turned back to the car. He had a clear view of his family, Annabeth and Lucas. Annabeth was looking at Percy, holding an open canteen of nectar. her face was chalky white, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. "He's dead Percy, he's dead."

The sounds of the city around them were not noticed by Percy and Annabeth. All that existed to them was the quiet, empty parking lot, their child in their arms, and their quiet sobs as they thought about their son, and how the good in the world can die so easily, but the evil would always be back.

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