He was sleeping when an alarm went off. He had passed it off as a few kids wandering around to see the "haunted house". Suddenly, another alarm went off. Then, another one. That's when he knew that something was seriously wrong. He jumped out of bed and grabbed the long black cloak that was hanging on his coat hanger. Slamming open the front door, he saw many monsters completely ruining his front yard while trying to dodge the fire spitting geysers. His eyebrows lowered and his eyes narrowed. His normally handsome face became what could be described as a murderous scowl. Whipping out his dual swords, he attacked.

When all the monsters were dust, a strange voice rumbled, "Perseus, how wonderfully nice to meet you."

Although it was clear that the person did not mean these words, Perseus kept quiet. He had learned how to control his mouth and to keep his face emotionless. With his cloak fluttering behind him, he hissed angrily, "Why have you destroyed my front yard?" The voice laughed a booming laugh that shook the earth, "Oh, this? Oh, this is nothing. Nothing compared to what's coming, dear friend. This time, the gods will be crushed into simple powder. I swear it on the River Styx."

Percy cursed his luck. He had just managed to save the gods from total destruction and they get in trouble, again! "Get out." He growled in a deadly voice. Apparently, this scared the voice, but not enough. " No, no, no, Percy Jackson. I'm not going anywhere." The voice wavered and Percy knew exactly how to get the voice to get out of there. Percy raised his voice, "I said GET OUT!" This was enough to scare the voice halfway to death. You could hear the whoosh as the invisible being ran out of there faster than you could say, "Hey."

Now, Perseus examined his front yard. The door was cracked in the middle and had fallen down. All the tall, scary plants were crushed into little bushes. The rest of the yard wasn't in the best shape either. He sighed. Then, picking up all the fallen glass shards, he began to clean up the mess that the monsters made. Suddenly, five of the bushes started to shake violently. Urgent whispers filled Percy's ears. He casually walked over and peeked behind the bushes. What he saw were five children. When they saw him looming over them, they scrambled to their feet and began to say, "Sorry, sir. Sorry, sir. Sorry, sir..."

Percy stared at the children emotionlessly. Two boys and three girls. Suddenly, the oldest looking one glared fiercely at him and said, "If you're not going to accept the apologies, we'll be leaving."

She made a move to escape what looked like a war zone, but the others didn't follow. "C'mon." She hissed. He calmly switched his gaze onto the other children. Then, he realized that they were carrying a little girl that appeared to be sleeping. The others followed his gaze.

The oldest said, "Oh no, you are not getting baby Bella, no way." One of the boys said, "C'mon, Vic. He can help us." Facing Percy he took a big breath and said, " We are very sorry for bothering you, sir. I know this is much to ask, seeming we just intruded your home, but can you please help Bella? You see she fainted..."

Without sparing a glance at the other kids, he replied simply, " Come." They followed him to the broken down door. Looking cautiously at the shards of broken glass, the children followed him into his mansion. Heading towards a hall with about a million guest rooms, he said, " Choose a room and settle in. By the time you are done, I will probably be finished healing young Bella."

The polite boy handed him Bella and said nervously, " Sir, we do not plan to stay here..." Percy looked at him straight in the eyes and replied smoothly, "Yes, you are." With that he took Bella from the boys arms and added, " Would you be polite enough to introduce yourselves?"

The polite boy said, " I'm Peter." Peter had wavy red hair that reminded him of his friend Rachel.

"Your last name?" He asked.

Peter shifted his weight nervously, " I'm Peter Neverson."

The girl who tried to run stepped forward, " I'm Victoria Neverson. And if you think you can hurt any of my siblings, you can forget it." She had wild sky blue hair with black highlights.

"Nice to meet you, Victoria." Percy replied politely.

Another boy nervously stepped forward, "I'm Castor Neverson." This boy was slightly younger than Peter and had straight red hair.

The last girl walked confidently forward, " I'm Andorra Neverson, but you can call me Andy. The baby, as you probably know, is Bella Neverson."

"Thank you, Andy." Percy replied. With that, he turned his back, with his black cloak fluttering, he took Bella to a room where he could revive her and change her diaper.