A/N: Hey everyone! I just wanted to say that I'm going to be starting a different 'characters read' story. I'll still continue with my other one every now and then but… yeah. I'm more into this new one I came up with. So yeah enjoy this one.

Third Person

Chapter 1

Paul was having a splendid day by himself. Granted he missed Sally, his wife, very much. He wondered when his stepson would be back. He had heard Percy was back safe at Camp Half-Blood. It was a relief knowing that Percy was safe once again. Percy was always out saving the world, and this time they didn't know if he'd be back.

So anyway, Paul was watching the Saturday game on television when he heard the doorbell ring. Of course Paul thought it would be a neighbor or something so he definitely wasn't expecting what he got.

"Mr. Blowfish! How great it is," Two boys walk straight in. The shorter one gave Paul a hug.

"Um, who are you exactly?" Paul asked. He didn't have a clue who these boys were. Something quite scared him that they knew where he lived. The boys, of course, ignored Paul for they weren't quite sure who he was either. Something the dawned on Paul that these boys had called him "Mr. Blowfish," something only Percy did to annoy him. The boys had been talking in a strange language that Paul now assumed was Greek.

"So, what are your names?" Paul asked, attempting to make small talk.

It didn't work.

"Um, where are you from?" again his attempt failed. The boys kept talking.

Paul decided he'd try something else. "Are you here for Percy?"

They looked at him, at each other, then back at him, "Percy?" They said in unison, "Do you know when he'll be here?" the taller one asked.

"He's always late," said the shorter one.

"Well, no I didn't know he'd be home any time soon," Paul said with utter honesty, the boys looked at him skeptically. Though they seemed to decide he was telling the truth.

They smiled. "I'm Travis," the taller one said sticking out his hand. Paul took it.

"I'm Connor," the other one gave Paul his hand as well.

The doorbell sounded again. Paul went to the door and opened it. Again thinking it must be a neighbor or someone, and again he was wrong.

"Mr. Blowfish!" several voices rang out. Paul's mouth hung open as they all— seven; he counted— gave him hugs. These demigods seemed to take more notice of Paul because they started off by telling him their names.

"I'm Clarisse."

"I'm Chris."

"I'm Katie."

"I'm Thalia."

"I'm Will, sir."

"I'm Reyna, pleased to meet you."

"I'm Octavian."

"It's very nice to meet all of you," Then without another word toward Paul they all went back to each other and started a conversation in Greek. Paul didn't even try to talk to them this time for he knew as long as they were talking to each other he wouldn't get to speak. He had picked up from the chat with Connor and Travis that Percy would be coming home to see all of them. Paul was very excited to see Percy that he hoped (doubtfully) that Percy would talk to him even with all his friends here. Paul was beginning to realize that all the demigods looked, well, horrible. Some had slings on arms, and several were patched with Band-Aids and ACE bandages. When the doorbell rang again, Paul was tired. He had set out assortments of snack food for the guests, and again had attempted in vain to make small talk.

Paul walked briskly to the door and opened it to smiling teenagers who were obviously demigods.

"Mr. Blowfish, Percy's said a lot about you," one said.

"He speaks so well of you and his mother," another said.

They all walked in and gave Paul a hug. Paul counted another seven. Thank goodness he recognized two of them. Rachel and Nico were with them. Nico was carrying a big brown box with him.

"Well, introduce yourselves," Rachel said the five Paul didn't know.

"I'm Piper."

"I'm Jason Grace."

"Leo, the supreme commander of the Argo 2, at your service," Paul caught an eye roll or two from that one.

"I'm Hazel," By this time Paul had noticed the others who had arrived before them had all gone silent.

"I'm Frank, it's a pleasure."

Six of them, not including Rachel, looked worse than the others. None of them had slings or Band-Aids, but you could see they were struggling to keep their happy faces on. They all had heavy bags under their eyes. Paul hoped Percy wouldn't look so bad. He also hoped Percy would show up soon. For the first time Paul saw the demigods that showed up first show massive respect, in their faces, in their body language, and most of all their silence, which was almost painful. They all quietly began to talk and laugh though this time in English, Paul wondered why English now when it had been so easy to speak in Greek before. This went on for another good five minutes (it was now nearing dinnertime) before the doorbell rang again, Paul hoped that this would be the last time. Everyone had gone extremely silent. Paul bet you could hear less than a pin drop.

He opened the door. There stood Percy, his wonderful stepson, and Percy's wonderful girlfriend, Annabeth. Percy gave Paul the biggest hug he had ever gotten before today. They looked worse than any of the others. Annabeth was using crutches and she had a cast on her leg up over her knee. Percy looked drained with big black bags under his eyes and healing scars everywhere.

Everyone stood in a deep silence. All of them stood straight and proud looking at Percy and Annabeth.

Percy smiled at everyone. "Today is a great day. We have lost many warriors, siblings, and most of all friends. We will remember them all dearly… Now I thought it best to relax here at my house because well, I haven't seen my house for what seems like ages. As you all know, and you probably heard the worst of it, I have missed my dad greatly and I assume my mother will be here shortly." Everyone was chuckling and had great smiles on their worn-out faces.

Percy's speech was given like a true leader. Percy had called Paul his dad.

Paul could not be more proud.

First Person

Paul

I never seen Percy in this much authority. Percy had just recently turned nineteen, and he was acting like a man who had seen every battle and faced them all. In other words, he was acting far beyond his years. The demigods had all gone from talking in English to singing several different songs in several different languages. Some of them would sing a song fully in Greek, then all of them would sing some song I've never heard in English, Then last, five of them (Jason, Frank, Hazel, Reyna and Octavian) would sing something in what I was pretty sure must have been Latin.

One song the Greek boys all sang, and all the Greek girls cooed and squealed. I assumed the boys were singing some sort of love song. My favorite songs were the ones Percy, Annabeth, or Thalia led. They were all wonderful singers.

"Paul?" I jumped I guess I had zoned out.

"Yes, Annabeth?"

"When's Sally getting home?"

"Percy!" We all jumped at the squeal.

"Mom!" Percy jumped off the couch and almost tackled his mother to the ground.

"Oh, my baby boy, how are you?" Sally asked. All the demigods chuckled at Sally's "baby boy" comment.

"Everyone's here now, should we pull out the books?" Reyna asked.

"Yeah, sure, Nico do you have them?" Percy said.

"Yep!" Nico pulled the big brown box he had had earlier out, and pulled out a book. I had forgotten about it.

"To explain, Sally, Paul, the Fates gave us an award—quote-on-quote—in the form of books," Rachel said with a glint in her eye.

After a silence Nico spoke up, "No one knows what the books are except for me and Rachel…"

"Well now, why don't tell us about them?" Annabeth said putting her head on Percy's chest. Her voice ached with exhaustion. Percy closed his eyes and laid his head back on the couch.

"Annabeth and Percy, stay awake," one of the demigods, Chris I think, shouted. Both of them snapped their eyes open and began to laugh with the rest of the group. What good sports they were about everything. I guess they were always searching for a reason to laugh.

"Well, then. The first book is called 'Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief," Nico said. Annabeth and Percy started laughing hysterically and looked at each other with knowing eyes.

"Isn't that you're first adventure together?" Clarisse asked.

"Yeah, I think I remember that," Travis said.

Some of the other demigods nodded.

"You'll see," Percy said.

I loved watching the demigods interact with each other. They teased each other yet they spoke in such a way that told untold stories and respect.

"What do you think, Paul, should we start reading?" Annabeth prompted.

I was about to reply when Sally came out and announced, "Dinner first, then reading? I cooked a fine feast fit for growing demigods," she seemed very proud when just about every half-blood's stomach rumbled. I figured this would be the finest dinner I'd ever had.