AN: Here's the first real chapter! I'm actually supposed to be sleeping now, but I couldn't just stop when I only needed to write the last part and read it over before it was done. I just hope that I didn't look over any mistakes because I'm tired.

I didn't want to start the story with to much dark stuff, so here is just a fairly pointless chapter were nothing of great importance happens. But Luke still discovers something new about Percy, so it's good enough, right?

I'll just finish this note before I start rambling too much. And umm... If you have an idea for next chapter, please tell me. Oh, I almost forgot to thank my four reviewers, thank you so much for reviewing! And sorry for putting the 'thank you' in the midst of my rambling.

Disclaimer: All rights belong to Rick Riordan.

Chapter 1

Luke did everything he could to make sure he saw the boy again. He kept thinking of the eyes, he described them in his head, he even prayed to Morpheus! Maybe that was a bit desperate, but hey, he was curious.

However, he had some mixed feelings about going to sleep that night. What would he do if he didn't see the boy again? Luke didn't even know for sure that he existed. Sure, demigod dreams can be important visions, but he once dreamt of Grover in a wedding dress. Not exactly a life saving dream.

If he just had a name, than he could find out if the boy was real. But that would mean he had to sleep. Luke mentally scolded himself. Here he was, unable to sleep because of a pair of eyes.

He resolutely closed his eyes, demanding them to stay closed till it was morning.

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This time he saw a lot more than just eyes. He saw a little boy with sea green eyes and black hair. Also in the room was a woman who was probably his mother. They were in what looked like the boy's room, with him lying in his bed and the mother sitting next to him.

"Can you tell me a story, mom?" The boy asked his mother. "I'm not tired." Luke walked closer to confirm that indeed, this was the same boy as last night. And it was, but he looked... younger.

His mother sighed. "Promise me you'll go to sleep after? You have school in the morning."

The boy nodded enthusiastically. "I promise. Please, mom?" he pleaded with puppy eyes that even Luke have to admit were irresistible. So of course she caved in.

"Okay, fine." She took a moment to think of a story. "Let me tell you a story about your namesake Perseus."

He pouted. "I'm Percy, not Perseus." Luke made myself comfortable at the foot end of Percy's bed, knowing he was invisible. Silently cheering because he now knew the boy's name. First name, at least.

His mother ignored his complaint. "Long, long ago, there was a boy named Perseus. He was the grandson of a king, and a son of Zeus. You remember who that is, right?"

"A meanie." Percy quickly answered so she would continue with the story. Luke had to agree with him that the king of Olympus wasn't that nice.

His mother laughed quietly. "Before Perseus was born, the king got warned about his grandson... being mean to him in the future." Luke scoffed. He knew the story; Perseus was destined to kill the king. Figures that Percy would hear the child friendly version.

"And that's why the king send them away. The mother who was also his daughter, and the son." It was clear that she was struggling to make the myth less... shocking. It's not easy to explain to a little boy that the king locked them up in a wooden chest and cast them into the sea. Of course they survived, so it wasn't really that important.

"They ended up by a fisherman, whose brother was the king of the island they lived on for the next years. The boy grew up till he was no longer a boy. The island king grew a liking to Perseus' mother, but Perseus didn't like him."

"Just like me and Smelly Gabe?" Percy asked. Luke wondered who Gabe was. A friend of his mother, probably. So Percy doesn't like one of her friends.

She pursed her lips. "Maybe a bit. But the story isn't about Gabe right now. The king wanted Perseus gone, so he could... kiss the mother. He came up with a plan. He organized an important event, were the guests had to bring him horses. Bu-"

Percy interrupted the story. "Why a horse? And can we also do that? I would really like to have a horse."

"No, Percy. You can't have a horse. Maybe when you're older." Percy's face brightened at the prospect of maybe getting a horse years later. How did he get so excited over such a small thing? Luke wondered.

"Let's continue, or don't you want to hear the story anymore?" That certainly got him to listen, instead of dreaming about a horse. "No, I love the story!" Percy protested.

His mother smiled. "Then try to listen to it." He nodded while zipping his mouth shut. Luke chuckled at that.

"Alright, so the king asked his guests to give him a horse, but Perseus didn't have one." Luke saw Percy opening his mouth, before quickly closing it again.

"The king told Perseus that he had to bring him something else instead." She suddenly stopped talking. Luke figured that was because of what the king asked. Medusa's head. He was curious about what she was going to change it in.

"What did he ask, mom?" Percy asked, before hiding a yawn. Right, Percy was supposed to be sleeping already. Forgot he was just a kid. At least, he is in this dream. How old is he in real life? Assuming he exists...

"He... asked him to take a picture of Medusa's face, and bring it to him." Luke burst into laughter. This version was ridiculously funny. Did they even have cameras in ancient Greece?

Percy frowned confused. "Why?"

"Because... Greek kings were strange. Anyway, Perseus would have to find Medusa first. And to take a picture of her face, he had to look into her eyes. And that, is something that nobody wants to do." She explained to him with a serious look on her face.

"Why?" Percy once again asked.

"Because if you look into her eyes, you will be tickled to death." Luke snorted amused; he never thought he would hear someone say that.

Percy's eyes widened. "How did he succeed then?"

"Perseus was smart, he realized that he didn't have to look into her eyes if she was sleeping. So one night, he snuck into her bedroom, and took a picture of her face. With flashlight of course, otherwise she wouldn't be visible. Perseus returned to the king and his mother. He succeeded and the king didn't kiss his mother." The mother finished. It was a pretty lame ending.

Percy stifled a yawn before looking at her, pleading her to keep talking. "That's all, Percy. The story's finished." She told him.

"No it's not. Not until you say happy ever after." Percy argued. His mother frowned. "It's not a fairytale, Percy. And maybe there's a second story. I can't let him live happily ever after, if he hasn't found a girlfriend yet." Luke certainly agreed on it being to soon to say happy ever after. No demigod receives that after just one quest. Most never got a happy ending.

Percy took his time to think that fact over, before nodding in acceptation. "Fine." He grunted.

His mother smiled and stood up. "Go to sleep, Percy. I'll tell you more next time."

Percy nodded again. "Night, mom." He whispered while turning over to face the door.

"Goodnight, Percy." She replied. She turned the lights of and walked out, closing the door behind her.

As Percy fell asleep, Luke felt himself waking up.

He opened his eyes and looked over at the clock. He was up too early. Closing his eyes again, he thought about his dream. So the boy was called Perseus, like the Greek hero. Maybe he was a demigod?

Luke wondered if he should tell someone about his dreams. If Percy was a demigod, he must be an important one or Luke wouldn't be dreaming of him. But then again, the dream didn't show that he was in any danger, so why take him away from his loving mother?

Luke didn't have a good relationship with his mother; he didn't want Percy to suffer the same fate by locking him up in camp.

There was no reason to tell someone, so why not keep it a secret? At least until he knows more about Percy.