This is just a short story I had the idea for and though would be fun to write. After re-reading them, I was thinking about the complications of being a demigod, with all the monsters and all and I thought of trying something normal and being stopped by monsters. This gave me the idea for this short story of Percy's mom's wedding day. This is the sort of thing I think might have happened. I bring in some new characters but I did m research into Greek myths and I think I managed to tie it in quite well. I'm kind of rambling aren't I? Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

I hate wearing suits. Not that I wear them very often but still, I hate it when I do. Today however, I sadly had no choice. When your mom is getting married and you're the one who's walking her down the aisle, you're kind of expected to dress smart. I straightened the blue tie and fiddled with my collar, staring into the mirror over the hotel mantelpiece.

I heard the bedroom door open behind me and turned to see my mom emerge in a floor length white dress. Her blue eyes were flashing with happiness. I'd never seen my mom look so happy. Her smile seemed to wipe away the wrinkles she'd gained from her life of hardships

'Mom… wow!' She smiled and I could see that she was barely containing her excitement. She'd only picked the dress she wanted two weeks ago and I hadn't actually got to see her wear it yet. It was a simple white dress with strappy sleeves. It went down to the floor at the back and just gave a glimpse of the white heels she was wearing at the front.

'Is Annabeth ready?' she asked looking towards the en-suite off the living room area.

'Just a minute!' came Annabeth's voice from inside. I was slightly nervous with Annabeth there but mom had no one else to be her bridesmaid. Annabeth had helped my mom with most of the planning and decisions while Paul and I were charged with fetching orders etc.

The wedding plan was simple but it was exactly what mom wanted. We were currently waiting at a hotel for Paul's Prius to arrive. It was being driven by Paul's brother, Ian, for the day. I picked up my mom's bouquet of blue and white irises and handed it to her.

The en-suite door opened behind me and I turned to see Annabeth emerge in an ankle length blue dress. I just about managed to stop my jaw from hitting the floor. She looked stunning and I was duly stunned. Her dress was simple like my mom's, just reaching her sandals, and with one strap over her right shoulder. She'd replaced her camp beads with a blue pendant on a silver chain. She was holding her own mini bouquet and a blue clutch bag.

'Annabeth, you look amazing!' said my mom giving her a hug. I completely agreed but was currently a little tongue-tied. She looked even better then she had when Circe had given her a make-over. She grinned when she saw me standing there awkwardly in my suit.

'Very smart,' she said, raising an eyebrow at me in amusement. ', though you might want to leave the fluff behind.' She picked a bit of fluff off the lapel of my suit and flicked it onto the floor.

'Thanks' I said, having only just managed to untie my tongue.

A car horn sounded outside and my mom immediately checked her hair in the mirror. 'That'll be Ian.'

We all hurried out of the door and into Paul's Prius outside. I rode shotgun while Annabeth and mom went in the back together. We pulled away from the hotel as the winter sun broke through the clouds.

It only took 3 minutes to reach the hall where the wedding was to take place. One of Paul's cousins was standing outside and disappeared into the building as soon as he saw us. The car pulled up and me and Ian climbed out to open the back doors for mom and Annabeth. I pulled the door open and Annabeth stepped out. She was wearing small heels and she was exactly the same height as me. She looked a little nervous but flashed a grin at me before following my mom to the door.

I took my mom's arm as we got to the doorway and Annabeth stopped just behind us.

'You ready?' I asked and my mom nodded. She seemed to keep forgetting to breathe. I nodded to Paul's cousin who was standing just inside and he signalled to Mr Green, my music teacher who was playing the keyboard for the ceremony. He cranked up the wedding march and we entered the hall. I could see Paul standing at the far end of the aisle next to the vicar.

Eventually we arrived at the end of the room and my mom kissed me on the cheek before going to stand by Paul. The music died as Annabeth and I took our seats off to the side. The vicar began the classic opening speech for weddings and I found myself zoning out of the words. I let my mind wonder, thinking about the week ahead of me at camp. I'd be staying there for the week while mom and Paul went on their honeymoon to LA. It would be strange to be there in early January instead of summer for a change.

Suddenly Annabeth sitting next to me clamped her hand down on my arm. I turned to her a little startled and saw her staring towards the back of the hall where we'd come in. I followed her gaze and froze. Standing just outside the door was a hellhound. It was snuffling at the floor and at first I hoped it was Mrs O'Leary, my pet, until it looked up. Its eyes glowed evilly and it was drooling, as though it had just picked up the scent of a tasty snack.

Now I've always known my luck was bad, but seriously? A monster turning up at my mom's wedding? Annabeth seemed to be thinking something similar.

'Why today?' she muttered. I glanced back at the front where the vicar was talking about the coming together of two kindred spirits or something. No one else seemed to have noticed the giant dog. I was just contemplating what to do when the vicar stopped talking. At first I thought he'd seen the dog and was petrified with fear but when I looked closer at him I saw he was still staring down at his notes, his eyes glazed. Paul too seemed to have frozen and my mom was staring between them in shock. Me and Annabeth leaped to our feet and turned. The congregation also appeared to be frozen, all sitting, looking towards the front. My mom turned to me and spotted the hellhound lurking in the doorway. It didn't appear to be frozen, but hadn't moved any further into the hall.

'Percy, what…'

'I have no idea' I said pulling out my ball point pen. I looked at the clock on the wall. It had stopped, the second hand ticking in the same place continuously.

'It must be Kronos' said Annabeth, 'He's the Titan of time, he must have sent the hellhound and frozen us in time.' Trust Annabeth to come up with a logical answer like that. She's the daughter of Athena the goddess of wisdom and always knows that sort of stuff. The hellhound growled and padded forwards into the hall. Mom hurried over to the two of us. I uncapped Riptide and it expanded into a 3 foot long sword of celestial bronze. The hellhound faltered at the sight of it and growled louder. I stepped in front of mom and Annabeth. As I was the only one with a weapon, I figured I had the best chance against this thing. However, Annabeth appeared at my side holding her bronze dagger.

'Where were you hiding that?'

'What do you think I had in the clutch bag?' she said, rolling her eyes.

We stood side by side, weapons ready, trying to stare down the hellhound. I'd fought and beaten hellhounds before but wearing a suit might complicate matters. I was trying to think the best strategy for this when a woman suddenly appeared behind the monster in a flash of smoke. She had silver hair that floated around her head as though she were underwater and her skin was as pale as my friend Nico's. She was beautiful but in the way a plastic Barbie doll is made to be beautiful. Her features were too perfect as though she had been made in a mould.

The hellhound slowly padded towards us down the aisle and the woman glided along behind him. As she came nearer I heard Annabeth beside me gasp and I saw that the woman's eyes were solid gold. Eyes like that were horribly familiar. They were the same eyes that had looked at me out of Luke's face last summer when he had been taken over by the Titan Kronos. They were the same eyes that had glared at me from the face Iapetus when I'd fought him in the underworld on Christmas Eve last month.

'Percy Jackson,' the woman rasped. The voice sounded like she was speaking through one of those Darth Vader helmet toys. 'I am the titan Klymene, mother of Prometheus and Atlas, wife of Iapetus. You trapped my son back under his burden and made my husband forget me. For that you must die.'

Hope you enjoyed :) please check out the other story I'm writing: The God's Grandchildren, also based on the world of Percy Jackson. I will upload the next chapter of this soon.