Percy Jackson was fifteen years old. He had ventured through the Labyrinth, saw Bianca diAngelo speak to them from the dead, fought hundreds of warriors, seen his friends die before his eyes, and saw Kronos rise in the form of Luke. It was nearly Christmas time, as he walked through Central Park, trying to remember better times. But then, he remembered something he had tried not to. Waking up in a bank of snow on Christmas morning when he was five. Crying all night and all day because he lost his sister. He had stopped walking. He was wearing a few layers of clothes on, it was very cold, and it was snowing lightly. He sat in the snow against a tree, tears welling up in his eyes, as he remembered the memory.

Those men were ruthless. They had captured him and his sister in an attempt to gain control of their powers, even though the twins had not known they had powers themselves. The man had looked at Percy and remarked that he had so much potential as a sword fighter. Percy, of course, didn't know what he was talking about at the time. Taylor was squirming in the man's grip. Percy remained completely still. All of a sudden, a giant lion appeared out of nowhere. It roared, and the man who held Percy slackened his grip a little. He glanced at the toddler, and nodded. Percy gave him a small smile and jumped out of his hands. The rest of the group gave a start and followed in pursuit, leaving a few people to deal with the lion.

Then Percy was alone to deal with all the men. Of course, he beat them easily, though the man didn't expect that. He sent a wave of energy towards the small boy, easily knocking him down. He ran out of Percy's line of vision, leaving five men behind to detain him. Percy didn't have the energy left to fight them all, the wave had taken most of it out of him. Instead he skidded through a gap in the circle, and ran out of the alley where they were, and into the open city, where he became harder to track. Soon the men gave up and went back, leaving Percy alone in the city, with nowhere to go.

Percy stood up, brushing the snow off his pants. There was a shimmer of light that caught his eye. It was a fountain.

Your sister's fate isn't as hopeless as you assume Percy. A voice told him. Call her. Just say her name, and she'll appear. It told him. He saw that there was mist surrounding the fountain. He dug through his pockets for a drachma.

"Iris, o goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering!" he said and threw the drachma into the mist. His heart was hammering.

Just say her name. the voice told him.

"Taylor Jackson." he said hopefully. The mist began to take a form. He saw a girl in the mist. One who looked exactly like him. She was shouting insults at the guards. Calling them names I won't mention here.

"TAYLOR!" he shouted. She gave a start and whirled to face the mist. Her face split into a grin. Tears built in her eyes.

"Percy Jackson." she said in disbelief. They both had tears streaming down their faces. Percy was normally not this emotional, but seeing his twin sister after ten years, anyone would've cried. Taylor wasn't emotional either, but she hadn't seen Percy in ten years either, especially since he risked his own life fighting all of them for her freedom. "Is that really you bro?" she asked.

"Yeah." he said, rubbing his eyes. Tears streamed down her face. She hadn't been this happy in ten years.

"Oh my gods! Percy how are you? Where's mom? Where are you? What's going on? Do you know where I am? How old are we?" she asked him all in a rapid-fire kind of way that reminded Percy of Rachel.

"Slow down Ty!" he told her, laughing. "I'm fine. Mom's at her job, waiting for Paul to pick her up." he rolled his eyes. "I hope he proposes soon. He's been trying since August." he informed her. Her jaw dropped. "I don't know what's going on, and I don't know where you are. But one thing's for sure, we're fifteen." he said.

"Fifteen?" she said in disbelief. "FIFTEEN!" she shouted. She was angry. She hadn't talked to him in ten years. (Sure I mentioned this earlier, but that was in my perspective. I know it's been ten years, Percy knows, but she doesn't…well she does now.) Percy looked at her in wide eyes. She realized, a little late, that she had just blown their cover by shouting.

"Hey!" shouted another voice. It was male. "Who're you talking to?" he asked.

"I have to go!" she told him. He nodded, his face pale.

"I'll call you later Ty." he said, his voice a whisper.

"Bye Perce."

"Bye Ty." he said regretfully and swung his hand through the mist. He turned around and stumbled backwards. There was a sword pointing at him, and he recognized the man holding up the sword.

"We meet again Perseus Jackson." he said with a wicked grin.