Hi there. Did you miss me, fanfiction? I know I missed you. *winks seductively (Just kidding). So, yeah, I'm sorry I haven't done anything in a while. I've just been so busy with exams, and graduation, and stuff. So yeah, enjoy a new story.
Happily Ever After
Chapter One: Bedtime
Percy
"So, you really want to know how I met your mother?" I asked the seven year old, as I sat next to him. A smile sped across his face. He had been asking about us for almost a week. "It's a long and very complicated tale. But I'll tell you one thing, it is worth it. It's filed with action, adventure, and a little bit of romance. A warning to the faint of heart, though, death still seemed to follow us." The smile melted from his face. In its place came a look of fear. "Oh, don't be afraid, son, I won't let a single thing touch you. If they so much as make you cry, they're as good as dead." I kissed his forehead, swiping away his long black hair. "Your daddy will make sure of that, don't you worry. You're safe here with me."
"History books will tell you how we saved the world, many times. I'm sure you've learned it all in school. But, then, I guess you want to hear it from the horse's mouth." I never thought I'd ever use that phrase. I was beginning to sound like my mother. "I bet the history books are boring. They will tell you statistics, and cold hard facts. I'm sure that's very boring. But you want to hear the full story. You want to know the parts that history has forgotten. You want to know about half-bloods, and satyrs and gods, what the mortals won't accept. (At least, most mortals. Remember Aunt Rachel, son.)" His eyes were almost shut. I could tell he was fighting to stay awake.
"Oh my, it seems I've rambled a bit too long. You're almost asleep. Maybe someday, you'll hear my tale. Goodnight, Charlie Jackson. Try to be nice to your siblings." I started out of the room. I felt a small tug on my shirt.
"Daddy, come back." Charlie cooed. "You promised to tell me." His eyes were the size of dinner plates, now. His face was just too damned adorable to refuse.
"Alright Charlie, I'll tell you." I knew he would last for long, but I just couldn't deny a look like that. I need to get better at that. He'll just walk all over me when he gets older. "Well, where do I begin?" I gave a slight pause. "Once upon a time, there was a boy, a few years older than you are now."
"Daddy, are you talking about yourself now?" He picked up fast, huh?
I chuckled. "Yes, I'm talking about me. Now, I was eleven years old when it all started. Well, at least when the big stuff started to happen. Before that, weird stuff happened, but none of it even came close to the end of sixth grade." Charlie was already snoring. I laughed. Only Charlie would fall asleep so soon. "I guess that's where we'll pick up next time then." I tucked him into bed, kissing him on the forehead again when I was done. "Sweet dreams, Charlie. Don't let the monsters bite."
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