Chapter One

Revelation, Prophecy, and Monsters

Calypso's POV (Point Of View):

"Miss Jackson! Are you even listening?"

I jolted out of my daydream, tearing my eyes away from Blake Jason's dreamy hair. Ms. Terce stood over me, her brown eyes boring into mine as I struggled to remember what class I was in.

"Huh?" I asked. A couple people giggled. I hoped Blake wasn't one of them. "Can you, um, repeat the question?" I said, hoping that there had indeed been a question to be answered.

"I said: Who are the fourteen major Greek gods and goddesses?"

"Oh, that's easy." I smirked. "Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Demeter, Hera, Dionysus, Athena, Aphrodite, Artemis, Apollo, Ares, Hermes, Hephaestus and Hestia." I quickly counted the names in my head. "Fourteen gods and goddesses."

Ms. Terce looked disappointed.

"Correct." she muttered. "Next time I want you to pay attention. See me after class."

"You mean after lunch?" I asked, my stomach rumbling as the bell rang. Everyone filed out, leaving me alone with Ms. Terce.

"Yes, whatever." she said. I swear as I left, I heard her mutter, "Better for them to be well-fed when I feast." as her hair turned flaming red.

"Wow, Caly, that was a close one."

"C'mon, Pan, I'm not gonna let that old hag get the better of me. Greek Mythology's my best subject. I'm fine."

"I dunno, Caly." Zoe di Angelo said, coming up on my other side as we walked to the cafeteria. "Ms. Terce is weird. I would just ditch her after lunch."

"Yeah, right. I'll have lunch detention for a week! You two are such worrywarts. C'mon, let's sit next to the others."

Zoe, Pan Underwood, and I have five other friends/siblings that we hang out with: Bianca di Angelo, Charles and Luke Jackson, and Ashlyn and Michael Rodriguez.

Bianca is this petite little girl with oily black hair and black eyes. She's shy, doesn't talk much, and just enjoys listening to the rest of us chat.

Zoe is the exact opposite of her sister. She has spiky black hair, is five foot five, and has electric-blue eyes that appear to see right through you.

Pan Underwood is about my height, with curly brown hair and a slightly greenish face. He walks with a limp and has a life-time pass to get out of P.E.

Ashlyn Rodriguez is this huge girl made completely of muscle, just like her mother, Clarisse. She's nice and all, but don't butt in front of her in the lunch line if you like your face the way it is.

Michael Rodriguez is, again…the opposite. He's skinny, good-looking, but has a face that looks like he's debating on the best way to rob you.

And, finally, my family.

Charles Jackson has sea-green eyes, is skinny, with black hair that's always messy and a terrible fear of heights.

Luke is a combination of my mother and my father. He has blonde hair, green eyes, is super smart, like Mom, and inherited Dad's fear of heights.

I'm like my mom. Curly blonde hair, stormy gray eyes, super athletic and super smart. I'm also 5 foot 4, which isn't bad.

"Hey, guys!" Pan said as we sat down across from Bianca, Luke, Charles, and Ashlyn. Mike was right next to me. "Enchilada day! Mmm, does anyone want to give me theirs?" Pan loves enchiladas even more than his famous New York Yaks Minor League Baseball Team hat.

After explaining my predicament with Ms. Terce and getting mixed reactions, (Ashlyn thought I should punch her out, the rest of them thought I should just ditch,) we dove into our enchiladas (Pan tried to steal mine).

"Ahem? Calypso Athena Jackson, over here…NOW!"

I followed Ms. Terce out to the school courtyard. Then, before my eyes, she began to change. She grew fangs, her hair turned to fire. One leg turned bronze, another into a donkey's leg.

"Die, Jackson!"

She lunged.

I looked around and saw a metal knife from the cafeteria lying on the ground of the front courtyard. I picked it up and threw it straight at Ms. Terce's heart. She screamed and burst into dust.

But then five more women with flaming hair and fangs came towards me.

"Help!" I screamed. But one of them lunged forward and clamped her hand over my mouth.

"Kelli, take a bite out of her neck for me, will you?"

A small woman scampered towards me. But then, seven figures exploded out of the front doors.

Ashlyn tore Kelli away. Mike and Luke tackled the one holding me. Charles and Zoe tackled another. Bianca raised her hands high in the air, and the other two exploded into yellow dust.

Pan took a spray bottle and a gold coin out of his back pocket. He sprayed the air and threw the coin into the mist. A picture of Dad came up…

Percy's POV

I mean, hello, when Pan Iris-messaged me, I knew something was wrong.

"Mr. Jackson! Get your wife, Nico, Thalia, and Clarisse! We need help! Empousi are attacking!"

"I'm on it." I said, slashing through the message and pulling out my cell phone. Those people in commercials are right…you can't live without one these days…

Thalia's POV

Percy's call scared me out of my wits.

"Nico! C'mon, Zoe and Bianca are in trouble!" I slipped on my silver bracelet, Agies. Nico, my husband, came running down the stairs, stashing his Stygian Iron knife in his belt. He smiled determinedly.

"Let's go."

Percy's POV

I wove through traffic at a terrific speed, my wife screaming beside me.

"Annabeth! Shut up!"

"Percy, you're gonna get us killed before we even reach the school! We can't help the kids if we get in a car accident!"

"We won't! See? The school's right there!"

Annabeth jumped out of the car before it had fully stopped. She drew her bronze knife and practically flew towards the kids.

I drew Riptide, ready to defend and protect my children.

Calypso's POV

I saw Mom and Dad running towards us. Dad had a sword and Mom had a brownish-gold knife thing. Where in the world did they get those?

Then Uncle Nico and Aunt Thalia drove up. They weren't blood relatives, just close friends, so we called them Aunt and Uncle.

Then Mike and Ashlyn's parents drove up. So did Pan's dad. More monsters came. I thought I saw a half-man, half pure white horse. And a drunk man in a Hawaiian shirt. And beings with goat legs. And kids with swords, spears, and Greek battle armor…

That's when I understood.

There was a war going on.

Percy's POV

I know its not the first time, but dude, I just fought a manticore. A MANTICORE! I saw Thalia run by, warding off a 10-foot-tall Cyclops with Agies.

I watched as everyone battled their hardest. I saw my children fighting, even with no training, and I felt a bubble of pride well up inside my chest.

Finally, the battle was over.

The kids fell to the ground, exhausted. I didn't blame them, especially little Bianca di Angelo. Opening craters into Hades' realm is hard, if not almost impossible, work. Of course, she did have Nico's help, which I'm sure was a big energy booster.

I ran over to Calypso. She looked so much like her mother, but she also looked like the woman she was named after…

Wait.

Annabeth.

"Caly, have you seen your mother?"

"Over there." Calypso pointed weakly to a heap on the other side of the courtyard.

"Annabeth!" I yelled, running over to her.

"Percy?" I heard her mumble. I flipped her over onto her back. My beautiful wife's face was scratched and bloodied. I gently kissed her chapped lips, wishing a little of Poseidon's water would drain from me and into her. She smiled and a little color returned to her pale face. She groaned and sat up.

"We need to get the kids back to Camp." she managed to mumble before passing out.

Calypso's POV

Okay, FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW. Mom just passed out. Dad fed her some kind of golden liquid and she was up immediately.

"C'mon punks." Clarisse told us. My car can fit five. I'll take Mike, Ashlyn, and Pan."

"Okay. We'll take Caly, Luke, and Charles." Dad said, helping Mom limp over.

"We'll take Zoe and Bianca. Grover, meet us at Camp." Uncle Nico said, tossing his keys to Aunt Thalia. Everyone climbed in.

There was a man that was half-man, half-horse who met us outside a place called Camp Half-Blood. Aunt Thalia introduced him as Chiron. We followed him to a big farmhouse. As we walked, I did so in silence, but I could hear the others exclaiming excitedly all around me:

"Whoa, Mom, are those kids swordfighting?"

"That farmhouse is HUGE!"

"Dude, that guy has goat legs!"

I looked over at Aunt Thalia and Uncle Nico. They were talking quietly, and Aunt Thalia looked distressed. I inched closer to them and listened in.

"Nic," Aunt Thalia was saying, "Seven kids. The prophecy!"

Uncle Nico's expressionless black eyes betrayed a hint of fear for a second, but changed back quickly. "Nonsense, dear." he whispered back. "They're not even half-bloods. They're like…quarter-bloods."

Aunt Thalia shook her head. I wondered what was wrong. What was this prophecy?

We followed Chiron into the huge farmhouse. We all sat around a ping-pong table. There were sixteen of us, and Chiron was twice the size of a normal human being, so it was kind squished.

"We need to discuss the matter at hand." Chiron said matter-of-factly. "I think, firstly, we should tell these young, um, children, about their parents and friends."

Mom sighed and said, "I'll start."

She turned to us.