AN: This was a request from percyjackson135, who asked for this to be written a while back. It is now started! I just hope I didn't disappont you too badly, percyjackson135!
Percy had had his fun at Camp Half-Blood and was now a counselor there. Had been for two years now. In those two years, he had seen many different kinds of kids. Children of Ares, Aphrodite, Hermes, Apollo, and so on. He had seen able-bodied kids as well as disabled kids. That was why he wasn't shocked when Charles Beckendorf- who was head counselor of the camp- came to him asking for him to come and meet a little boy who was the son of Hephaestus and had Cerebral Palsy.
When he got to the meeting hall, he was surprised to find the child was only eight or so, and so upset he couldn't speak but one word, which he repeated over and over to the adults circled around him.
"Mommy, Mommy..." he sobbed.
Percy was appalled, and so hurried to the chair where the child sat, glaring at the other adults in the room, "What in the name of Zeus have you done to him?! Stop it, you're scaring him!" he then turned to the boy, who was gripping the hand he had placed on the chair's armrest with inhuman strength, "Hey... hey, shh..." to comfort the boy, he ran a careful hand through soft brown hair, "I'm Percy, can you tell me your name?"
"P-Phillip..." the boy hiccuped, turning blue eyes on Percy, who smiled at him, secretly wondering who this little boy reminded him of.
"Perseus," Percy turned to face the very serious face of Charles Beckendorf, "This is Phillip David Jackson, son of the God of Blacksmiths, Hephaestus. He has Cerebral Palsy-"
"W-wait a minute," Percy stood from his squat slowly, "You said Jackson."
"That is correct. You see Percy, Phillip is your younger half-brother."
Percy could only turn and stare down at the boy in surprise.
