Prologue: Daughter of Zeus

Mr. Norfolovern stared at Percy through the owl-like glasses he had perched on his broad nose. It was a rather grand house, such as the glass dining table where he sat. This man had to school him, at least until they found some school, somewhere. He prayed it didn't wind up military school. He actually, at the moment, drifted away from 15-year old Algebra 2 and started thinking, as many at his age do, about girls.

But two very special girls. Annabeth and Thalia, daughters of Athena and Zeus, respectively. Thalia and she had originally ignored him until the last month, when a hurt Percy challenged Thalia and her shield, Aegis, to a battle with him and Riptide. Surprisingly, it would up almost killing them both, the sparks of lightning from the girl's bladed shield causing a shocking reaction to his pool of water which now formed his shield, courtesy of Tyson and his lesson in Hephaestus's forges.

Afterwards they were pretty much forced, by the commanding will of Annabeth and the pleading of Grover, to become friends. You'd think she was Hades daughter, from her sullen moods to her My Chemical Romance songs, and many others…decorations in the interior of the Lord of Lightning's cabin. Though she had never actually met her uncle or dad, her mom, a star in many 80's movies dealing with teenagers (due to her young looks), taught her how to rebel and she began to disdain Zeus as her dad and decide to turn to his perhaps most hated brother, and by the time she accepted him, she was already who she was.

Ever since, the campers, especially Clarisse, backed off as the two trained in regimens more extreme then others. It seemed, then, as he flew away from Camp Half-Blood to his new Connecticut apartment, that Zeus finally got over the episode of his stolen bolt. At least, he wasn't delayed or struck down.

And suddenly, a vision flashed from his empathy link with Grover:

"Grover!" A raspy voice uttered from a teacher's desk. He immediately sensed intense nervousness, the likely reason for Grover's giving him a vision…but it was only supposed to happen when one was in mortal danger, as in the fight between him and Thalia…

"Yes, sir?"

"Can you answer question 2?"

"No….sir. I lost track." Everyone else snickered, save two twins who looked nothing alike save their cool, almost eerie eyes, dark purple, almost black. One had the sandy blond and the cut of an emo, the other long flowing locks and every inch the typical blond. She was the one who actually patted him on the back.

"You should be thankful this is the only class where we AREN'T military in military school." The teacher's door read "Study of Normal Life".

Grover merely held up his paper, in an obvious effort for Percy to see his writing. "Perseus Jackson, I may have uncovered great information toward Pan, and then was almost upon vital information to Kronos's next plot on sheer accident when I was mistaken for a hooligan and now fail horribly, hooves are not made for training. I have discovered two half-bloods, but their parentage is…..and worse, the teacher is…"

The words faded as the vision did. Percy was never the same throughout the lesson, and a surprise, unknowing to him, awaited him at home.