Hello fellow PJO fans

This is my first fanfiction so I'm still learning. Now that I've gotten this of my chest lets move on to more important stuff. This is a Percy Jackson fanfic taking place right after the second titan war, the reason it's not after the second giant war, is because I don't know how Percy and co will act after the HoO series or if "GASP" gods forbid Percy will die. Oh and btw English isn't my first language so please be nice ok:)

Disclaimer: I don't owe Percy Jackson he belongs to Rick Riordan:(

So the whole "god situation" started when I was about to die…

But that comes later.

So to sum up… There I was happy to be alive, and looking forward to be going back to school. Now I know what you must be thinking, Percy looking forward to go back to school, the world must be ending! No nothing like that, after the Titan war ended everything slowly started to go back to normal. For me it was a long waited break for all that prophecy stuff, and going back to Goode high seemed like some sort of a ritual that I needed to do, to make it official.

But even I should know, that the fates would never allow me that.

I was sitting in my room, reading a Greek book about Achilles that Annabeth gave me (of course). Annabeth thought that since I now had the Achilles curs, I should study up on him. So that I could, and I quote from Annabeth, Avoid making the same fatal mistake that became his end. It just sounded depressing to me, but even I had to admit that the book was pretty awesome.

"Percy" called my mom from the kitchen, "yeah" I answered, not looking up from my book. I heard her sight heavily "could you come out here for a second?" "Huh…" I looked disoriented up from my book, getting back to reality. "Uh… yeah sorry." I placed the book, and speed walked into the kitchen. I couldn't help but smile when I saw my mom standing in front of the own brushing of remaining spots of flour. She looked up and saw me, a big motherly smile took form on her lips, and I couldn't help, for a small moment to feel like I was 12-year-old Percy again. "Hey mom, what's up?" I asked, sniffing the air. "Are you baking blue chocolate chip cookies?" again sniffing the air suspiciously, yep I thought defiantly cookies. My mom must have seen my mouth begin to drool, because she suddenly got a very stern look on her face. "No Percy, it's for dessert! I can't have you eating all the cookies, there won't be any left for Paul!" she said firmly. "Now back to the reason I called you out here in the beginning." She said, and started to wash her hands in the kitchen sink. "Can you go to the grocery shop and buy me some eggs; I used the last ones on the cookies." She explained, "Sure mom." I said like a model son, after the battle of Manhattan I tried to be extra nice and sweet for my mom. Even though my mom is the one of the bravest people I've ever known, she was still pretty shaken after the war.

As I opened the door moms head popped out from the side of the kitchen, "oh! and Percy honey." She said in a motherly jet worried voice, "Try not to get hurt." I looked into her face; and in a millisecond, I saw fear flash across her face. "Don't worry mom," I said in a reassuring voice, "I won't." and with that I took of to buy eggs for my mother.