A/N: I have absolutely not idea what I am doing. I just want to add another story. So whatever happens, it could be a load of sh*t or it could be… Worse J. Enjoy and have a wonderful day! I know there's a lot of stories like these but I have lways liked the idea of Percy and Annabeth having a family and how they would react when they told their children about the Greek world.
Charles's POV:
I was walking home from school with my little sisters. We just got off the bus and I saw the yellow house come in view and my parents waiting on the steps, hand in hand. Our family was so happy. There was nothing that could interrupt my them and our relationships with each other. Or so I thought.
I looked back at Bianca who was looking at a butterfly perched on a daisy. She was crouched down trying the cup her hands around the colorful insect. If I didn't get her away, she would stay there all night trying to decide on names for the new pet. I grabbed her hand and pulled her along. She skipped along side of me in delight. Silena looked behind her shoulder and greeted Mom and Dad with a smile. Bianca noticed Mom and ran up to her.
"Bianca! How was school?" Mom picker her up in her arms. Dad walked down the stairs and clapped me on the back. A smile crept onto his face as he looked into my eyes.
"Are you ready for practice?" Dad asked. Ever since I can remember, Dad and Mom have been making me fight. I have learned many techniques from them. I don't know where they learned their moves but I caught on really quick. Over the years, I have improved my strokes and make them quick, accurate, but not as good as my parents. One day I asked why I had to do this, and they only gave me a grave look and said "For your safety Charles."
They gave me the same look when I asked them why I was named Charles Beckendorf Jackson. They just said "You are named after a very old friend." Then they would turn away and sometimes I saw Mom shed a tear.
"Maybe I can spar you in a bit or so. I have a lot of homework." That was a lie.
"Sure kiddo. I will let you work and then I might have to kick your butt." He chuckled and walked me inside. I ran up the stairs and walked down the hall to my room. Pushing my door open, I threw my backpack against the wall and flung myself on my bed. I stared at the ceiling and rolled onto my side. There was a book on my nightstand so I opened it up and stretched out my legs. I heard my sisters go into their rooms and shut the door. Silena turned up her music really loud so I could hear the walls rumble and Bianca played with her stuffed animals and dollhouses.
Downstairs, Mom and Dad laughed at someone who wasn't there. Probably on the phone with one of my Uncle's or Aunts. Mom talked with my cousin Thalia a lot and Dad talked with Uncle Grover too. Sometimes Uncle Nico or Aunt Clarisse would call.
Bianca's door squeaked open. I heard her feet patter down the stairs. She was probably going to try and get in the cookie jar. I continued to read until someone knocked on my door. Bianca walked in without me giving her permission.
'What do you need Bianca?' I said not removing my eyes from the pages of my book.
"Mommy and Daddy are talking to a pony man." That raised my curiosity.
"Excuse me?" I moved out of my position and Bianca took my by the hand. She led me down the narrow hall. Silena's door was ajar so I pulled my other sister out of her room.
"Something is going on." She immediately started following me. All three of us were now walking down the stairs. I led the way into the family room. Dad was standing at the entrance and Mom was sitting on the end of her couch. I heard voices come from the room. I have meet a lot of my family and I have never heard this voice. It was deep and almost gravelly. (This is how I imagine Chiron's voice).
"Yes I think it is time. What do you think Percy" It said. That is my Dad's name.
"Nothing has happened yet. And Bianca is so young. She is only seven you know. Charles and Silena… Maybe" Dad said.
"I don't want my children going to camp yet. It is too soon. They are still my babies. They could be in danger, Chiron." Mom's voice cracked and I heard Dad sit down next to her, leaving his guard on the doorway. This was my chance.
I peered my head around the doorway and I saw who-or what, my parents were talking about. I ushered Silena and Bianca up the stairs.
"What was that noise?" Silena had accidentally stepped on the squeaky stair. Everybody was frozen in time. Bianca was standing on the steps. Silena had a guilty look on her face and her eyes were closed shut. I could tell my parents were like this because the only noise in the house was the wind outside.
"I don't think it was anything. I am getting older children and I might be hearing things." The voice made a laughing noise that was very whole hearted. I made a motion with my hand that indicated that this was the time to move. Now. We went as quietly and quickly as possible back into the hallway. I opened Silena's room and we all piled into the small space. Silena sat in her desk chair and I picked up Bianca and sat her down on Silena's purple bed.
"What was that about?" Silena asked rather angry. There was something that my parents were keeping from us. Bianca hugged her knees and I leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor.
"Charles?" I was staring at the wall.
"Charles…"
I gave her an angry stare.
"I don't know, Silena." I put my head in my hands. Silena tucked a strand of her black hair behind her ear. Bianca was looking back and
"Ok well lets start with what the hell you saw when you looked in the living room"
I looked at her and tried to put in words what I saw. Silena raised her eyebrows waiting for an answer.
"A Centaur."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think about it. And don't forget to check out my other story called Thanks For Being There. Read and Review!
