A/N I know these are so overdone, but I enjoy them so much. I figured that we could use a few more. Yes, I am planning on doing all the books, even the Demigod Files. Oh, and unfortunately, the very, very, smexy Percy, Leo, Conner, Nico, and the rest of my fictional boyfriends are very, very copyrighted. Also, I accept all forms of rightful criticism. If this truly that horrible, you can tell me, just don't be rude about it.

-Do these hyphens make me look fat?-

It was roughly ! month after the second Titan war had concluded. Percy and Annabeth were going to the Big House to alert Argus to the fact that they were ready for their visit to Olympus. As Percy's hand connected with the doorknob, the two of them were engulfed in a bright, blinding light. Unbeknown to them, the same thing was happening all over Camp-Half Blood.

-They do, don't they?*sniffle* Time to go get a new wardrobe.-

As the light receded, the two were in the throne room on Olympus, along with the 14 Olympians, and fellow campers. The demigods were Travis, Conner, Chris, Clarisse, Thalia, Nico, accompanied by Rachael and Grover. All of them immediately bowed to Zeus then turned to their parent. Rachael kneeled at Apollo's feet, and Grover to Dionysus.

Thalia, being Zeus's daughter and all, decided to be the brave, and asked, "Why were we summoned here, Father?"

In reply, he simply stated," Rise, younglings," thunder and lightning going off all over the room.

They did as they were told, but Grover was slightly miffed at being called a youngling. He was almost 34! After they were standing, a light appeared right next to Annabeth. When it faded, a box was there, with a note. Annabeth picked it up, not bothering to hide the fact that her interest was a bit more then piqued.

"The note says,

Dear Olympians, Demigods, Oracle, and Grover,

We three Fates have decreed that Perseus Jackson has done an acceptable amount for Olympus and The Western Civilization to be offered an incredible gift: Perseus Jackson will be awarded a myth. Our pseudonym is Rick Riordan, and we are sending you these books to check for authenticity. Mortals will simply view this as fantastical fiction. Do not attempt to maim or kill anyone. Time outside Olympus is at a standstill.

Signed,

We Three Fates."

Annabeth was wide eyed. As she progressed in reading the letter, she was filled with awe, and her voice reflected that particular emotion. She slowly rotated, facing Percy.

"You got a myth?" She said, her tone slightly disbelieving, yet pride was mixed in there as well.

Percy replied in the same tone his girlfriend had, "I guess so. The Fates aren't exactly the types to pull a prank, I suppose?" Percy even understood the gravity of the situation, and he is the biggest seaweed brain ever. Thalia rolled her eyes at his comment, and smacked him upside the head.(A/N If I say that somebody was smacked or slapped, I mean upside the head, unless otherwise specified)

"Ow! Good to see you too, cousin dearest," Percy said, rubbing the back of his head. Thalia just rolled her eyes again.

" You think that hurt, Kelp Head? I'll show you hurt," Thalia said smirking, getting her hunting knives ready.

Percy, letting his testosterone get the best of him said, "Oh, you want to go there, Thals? I'll go there," as he got out his lethal ballpoint pen, Anaklusmos.

"Ahem," Hera replied in an annoyed tone , making it clear that she really disliked demigods, no matter how many times they save the world."We do have some books to read, you know." She waved her hand, and a few couches appeared. The seating arrangements were Grover, Annabeth on Percy's lap, Thalia, Nico, Conner, Travis, Katie, Rachael, Chris, and Clarisse.

Percy volunteered to read first. Everyone stared at him. "What? I can read these. They are in Greek, after all." He then proceeded to roll his eyes. He opened to the first chapter. Then he grinned.

"Oh, this is going to be fun."