Author's Note:I do not own any of the original Percy Jackson characters, the ones I create and the plot, I take full credit on.
Chapter Two: Clueless (Olivea's P.O.V.)
I looked at them. Everything made sense now. But I was still clueless about a lot of things.
"Who are your parents?" I asked suddenly curious.
Percy looked at Annabeth who shrugged and motioned towards me. So he said, "Well, my mom is Sally Jackson. But my dad is Poseidon." I didn't attempt to reply, I knew very well who Poseidon was. "I'm the son of the Sea-."
"I know who Poseidon is. Sea god, also named Neptune for the Romans, creator of the horse, makes hurricanes and earthquakes. Has the trident. Made-out with Medusa in–."
"My mother's temple." Annabeth finished. "My mom is Athena, my father is Frederick Chase. I know, it sometimes is awkward that Percy and I are best friends and our parents are rivals. Or used to be."
"Oh, well, actually, Poseidon and Athena are my favorite god and goddess! Well, that is, they used to be. I guess once I find out who my parent is, and then they'll be my favorite." I said.
"Livey." Annabeth said.
"Yeah," I confirmed I was still here with them.
"I need you to tell me your middle name. Actually I need your whole name. Usually, the parent gives their child a middle name that has to do with their heritage. Like mine, which is, Annabeth SOPHIA Chase. Sophia means wisdom, so she gave me that as a clue. Or like with Percy. His name is: PERSEUS NEREUS Jackson. With him it's both his first and middle name."
"How is it both? Perseus was a son of Zeus."
Percy grinned, "I re-killed Medusa. It was foretold."
"Okayyyy. So, you want my full name?" I asked cautiously.
"If you don't mind," Percy said and leaned back, finally starting to relax.
"Okay. But please, don't make fun of me. It's kind of strange." They nodded as if it were normal. "Olivea Pleione Carey."
Annabeth and Percy suddenly gasped.
"What? What's wrong?" I surely hoped that it wasn't anything bad.
"Do you know who Pleione is, Livey?" Annabeth asked.
"Yeah. She was an Oceanid nymph that married Atlas and gave birth to the Hyades, Hyas, and Pleiades, right?" They looked at me curiously, like I shouldn't know any of this. "I liked mythology when we studied it in Literature and History. I did pretty well on those tests. Even though I struggled through the dyslexia and ADHD the whole time..."
She nodded. "That's normal, our senses are wired to Greek and the ADHD is a counterfeit, we have stronger senses than others and we can't stay still because of the battle reflexes that come naturally. But, that's not the point. Percy, do you think she could be back?"
"Um, you guys," They looked back over at me. "My dad is the god person, thing, or whatever it's called."
"How do you know that?" Percy asked suspiciously.
"First, I have pictures of my mom and none of my dad; second, I know where my mother's grave is and I don't know where my father or his family is located, dead or alive." I stated.
"Is there any way you could show us a picture?" Annabeth asked.
"Yeah, let's go to my house."
"Okay," they said in unison.
They helped me up from my chair even though I had already regained my balance back.
We walked across the street, but my caution was up after our earlier incident. I wasn't about to let the only people I can trust get hurt or die. That wouldn't be too good.
I walked into the house and threw my back-pack in the open, regular spot next to the door in front of the stairs leading to the bedrooms. I went into the living room and got a box out from the TV set case cabinets. I opened the box.
"My grandmother doesn't know I made this." I pulled out the photo portfolio and opened it up to a certain page. It was my mom, at age 19, sitting in a chair with her arms around her knees in a white sweater/blouse and jeans. You could tell it was the middle of winter.
"This is your mom? She looks like she's 17 or something." Percy said.
"She was actually 19 in that picture, but close." I said.
"She's very beautiful. You got her curly hair and green eyes, I see." Annabeth said looking at the picture and then at me in comparison.
"No. Well, the curly hair part, yes. But the green eyes, no," they looked at me, Percy pointed to the eyes in the picture. "Mine change too often to be hers. My dad had the multicolor eyes. Or at least, that's what Grammy says."
"Do you mind if we look through this?" Annabeth asked.
"No, I made this so I could get to know my mom; all the pictures in there are of her."
Suddenly, my cell-phone rang. Percy's head shot up from looking at the page. "You have a cell-phone?!" Percy exclaimed. "Your grandmother is an idiot! No offense, but no wonder we've had so many monsters this year in Maine! Because of… that!" Percy pointed at the phone in my hand, still ringing.
"My Sidekick? How does it attract monsters?"
"Monsters are smarter than you think, Olivea! They have found ways to track to half-bloods before, but when the cell-phone came out and they had even more of an advantage!" Percy said, the phone continued to ring. "Just pick it up. But put it on speaker-phone." I pressed the "talk" button and then "speaker phone" button.
"Hello?" I welcomed.
"Hello, Olivea," a smooth, masculine voice said.
I looked at Percy, his jaw had tightened, and his stature was stiff. He stared at Annabeth who looked back and forth, from me to him.
She mouthed: Adam? Percy just nodded.
"Olivea, are you still there?" Adam said.
Annabeth nodded.
"Yeah, I'm still here." I said back.
Annabeth got out a pen and paper pad on which she wrote: 'Who is this? Why are you calling?'
"Uh, who is this? Why are you calling?" I repeated from the paper in a normal freaked out tone.
"Oh, I'm sorry, excuse me my manners." Percy mouthed his words in a mocking manner. "I am Adam. And I am calling for you. I was wondering–."
Annabeth quickly wrote: 'How do I know you?'
"How do I know you?"
"You don't, but you will."
"Is that so?" I said. Percy and Annabeth shook their heads and waved their arms frantically.
"Yes. Olivea, would you like know who and where your parents are?"
Percy was apparently fed up. He took the phone and said into it, "What do you think, Adam?"
"Percy! I should've known–!" Adam cried out in frustration. But Percy was faster, he was out the door in my yard before the sentence was finished.
I only have one question.
Why'd you have to throw my phone against the concrete?
"What are you thinking Percy?! That phone was worth–" I started to yell at him.
"Nothing," he said in a fierce tone. "Nothing but trouble and an impending death."
I looked at him, bewildered. "Could it really cause… d-death?" I stuttered. That wasn't a good word at all.
"Anything can cause death when you're a half-blood, Olivea. Anything." Percy said softly.
Annabeth went over to Percy and touched him on the shoulder softly. He turned around from her, his hand on his forehead. She turned him around to face her; she put both hands on either side of his arms. When he wouldn't look up at her, she lifted her hand to his chin and their eyes met.
"You've experienced a lot of death, but you've also experienced a lot of happiness. You've saved the world countless times. We both know death can be conquered. From experience."
"I know," he mumbled. Then he hugged her. I watched as they rocked back and forth; tears going down both of their cheeks. They stayed close together for minutes, but what must have felt like hours to them.
They finally let go of each other. She held him at arm length and then wiped a tear from his eye. She gave him a quick, brief hug. "Thank you," he whispered.
"Just don't blow up on her any more, Seaweed Brain." Huh, strange nick-name,I thought.
"She's still clueless." Annabeth said and looked at me. Even Percy with his tearful green eyes looked over at me.
How right she was about my cluelessness at this moment. How right, indeed.
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