A/N: Hullo. Arrow here, back with a new story! So, this one's co-written with my real-life (Yes, I do have a life outside the Internet) best friend, Nix! (I mean, she's the one who gave me ideas and I'm the one who typed it up and published it.) Enough with my A/N, go on with the story. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Me: (charmspeaks Riordan) Give me PJO.

Riordan: No way.

Me: Okay, fine. Have it your way. *mumbles: I'll get it someday, one way or another.*

~Chapter 1: Pictures and Fatherly Advices~

Percy's POV, third person

It had been weeks since the Greek campers arrived to Camp Jupiter, and now, the Seven of the Prophecy (along with Chiron, Gleeson Hedge, and other Greeks and Romans) were on the Argo II, sailing towards Rome.

"Are we there yet?" a quite bored Percy asked Leo, who was the captain of the ship.

"Nope, not yet. It might take us a few more days – maybe weeks – before we get to Rome," Leo replied while pressing some buttons.

"Oh, okay. Thanks." He started walking towards his room, which was far from the 'control room.' Percy has been having those demigod dreams again, and it made him more tired and left him thinking about it more often.

Once he reached his room, he took a good look at it.

It had a bluish-green hue, almost looking like the sea. His bed, which was on the left side, had a cover that had little waves and fishes and was still unmade; he left it in the same way since he woke up. Several pieces of clothing were scattered across the floor, and some more were sticking out of his drawers.

On the right side was a dresser with a mirror, which had 4 picture frames on it. Percy walked towards it and took a glance on the pictures. The first was after his, Annabeth, and Grover's quest for Zeus' master bolt. He turned to the next frame, which housed a picture of him and his mother in their apartment in New York. Beside it was a picture of him and his fellow cabin counselors with Chiron back in Camp Half-Blood, particularly on the porch of the Big House. The last photo was of Annabeth and him, sitting on the beach of Montauk.

He smiled at the sight of the pictures, walked to his bed, and sat on it. The demigod looked out of the window, and saw an endless array of clouds.

-when the time is right, Perseus, he remembered his father telling his dream self. For now, you need to trust your instincts. Don't ever give in to-

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to 'hear' everything Poseidon said. It was like his sentence was cut off at the start and end by some force or something like that. But he had a feeling that what the sea god told him kind of represented that he knew something would happen in the future.

Percy had no idea of how big that event would be.

A/N: Yeah, I know it's kind of short, but the next chapter would be longer! Maybe, I'm not sure. This one's short because Nix and I still have upcoming quarterly test... And we've been studying. Hope you still liked it, though!

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