AN: Yes Swear on the Styx was meant to be a one-shot, but one of my reviews mentioned Penelope being stubborn and thus the idea for a second chapter was born.
Percy sat in the driver's side of his car and turned to look at his daughter Penelope, who sat beside him.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked her.
"Yes, dad," Penelope said. "I'm 15 I think I can handle a little party."
"Ok," Percy murmured looking at the house that his daughter was about to enter. There was no screaming, or smashing noises, or insanely loud music. All in all the party looked perfectly harmless, but Percy couldn't help but worry.
"Are you going to unlock the door, dad?" Penelope asked.
"You'll call me if you need me, right?" he asked suddenly.
"Yes," Penelope said trying the door again. Still locked.
"Promise?" he pressed.
"I promise. Come on, dad. I'm a big girl now." But Percy wasn't convinced yet.
"Swear on the Styx."
"I swear on the stigs," she said. And Percy couldn't help but crack a grin. "What?" she asked and Percy began to laugh. "What?!" she demanded.
"What did you just say?" he asked, trying to suppress his laughter.
"I said that I swear on the stigs. Can I go now?"
"Yea, honey. You can go," Percy unlocked the door and watched his daughter approach the house. In his mind he was remembering the time when she was five years old and swearing on the stigs, and he knew no matter how old she got, she was still his little girl.
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