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THIRD PERSON POV

It's been five years since Percy disappeared from camp, and everyday Annabeth is reminded of that, looking and seeing campers running round doing their activities. Seeing couples hold hands just talking, everything, she and Percy used to together, and every day a tear escapes her eyes as she remembers all the times that she and Percy were together. Every day she has to stay in the one place that she hates most, but she'll do again and again if it means keeping Sophia safe from the people that destroyed everything that made this camp a second home to people like her.

Now Derek runs it, and people are regretting ever following him, but there are people that still think he's the best at everything even though he can't actually shoot probably like every other son of Apollo. He can't even treat anyone as well as anyone else that's in his cabin, ha even a ten year old child of Apollo Greek or Roman could do better than him.

"Mom, why are you crying?" Sophia asks as she tries to reach her mother's cheek to wipe away the tear.

"No reason Sophia, No reason at all" she said wiping away the tear and hugging her daughter. "You know you have the same features and personality as your father", Sophia had long curls like Annabeth but she had Percy's eyes, you could tell just by looking into them what she was feeling and the sea would respond wanting to respond to her command.

She was powerful no doubt, as she had the knowledge of her mother and some knowledge from Athena herself was passed down so she had a desire to learn. This was fortunate for Sophia as she didn't have Dyslexia like her parents, or the ADHD that her mother had. Sophia had inherited some powers from her father little did she know she would find that out very soon. She did not know who he was as it was hard for Annabeth to speak of him without tearing up or even thinking of him.

"What was my father like?" Sophia asked looking up at her mother with a pleading look just for once wanting to know what he was like or how he looked.

This was hard for Annabeth, but she thought that everyone deserves to know who everyone's parent is, no matter how hard it was for her or how young Sophia was, and she knew Sophia was incredibly smart. Annabeth sighed, "All right, this once, he was a tall well-build person, even when things looked like there was a slim chance of living he would inspire people that things are never truly over until we decide it's over, not anyone else, it always comes to our decisions in life what we do with it. He made it seem like for once the fates had no string to cut, but we had our own he made people believe in their own abilities." Suddenly some tears were sliding down Annabeths cheeks with some heavy sobs.

"It's all right, you can stop now mom, you don't have to say any more things I know it's hard for you" Sophia said giving her mother a hug trying to help but knowing she can never truly fill the gap her father left when he disappeared. That's all Sophia knows apart from she just got told.

It was at lunch, that she learned that others knew who her father was. It started when Derek came in with his cronies struggling to keep with him as he waltzed in; of course the older campers ignored him, but the younger ones that didn't know what he was like turned around to see what the big commotion was about, all but that is. When Derek saw that one of the younger wasn't looking at him, his expression began to show many different emotions from shock to anger very quickly not happy someone wasn't paying to him.

This made Derek go up to the new camper, and then grabs him by scruff of the neck hard pulling him from the table probably leaving a few bruises, pulling him face to face with him. This made Sophia mad that someone can think that someone can just think that they walk in and demand to be respected, no, not what she was taught, and she was taught respect has to be earned from their peers. All she knew next was Derek and the new camper wet from something she wasn't sure.

This caused an uproar of laughter from every table; some people even fell on the ground rolling around trying to control themselves but finding it difficult. The only people that were not laughing were Derek's cronies, but a few of them were trying not to. Sophia didn't care about them though; she only cared about what was in front of her, the person that was radiating hatred towards Sophia for being embarrassed in front of the whole camp.

"You will pay this, just like your father did, little girl" Derek said with an edge in his voice, but you could tell he was holding himself back from trying to hit a two year old girl.

That stopped the laughter from the veterans of the wars immediately and started to walk steadily towards him with an angry gaze showing him he better leave now or they can't promise what they will do next will be very pleasant to him and others around him. Once he left, her mother who hadn't spoken through this whole ordeal had a smile on her face with a tear on her face again slowly going down the cheek. "You really are just like him" Annabeth said as she pulled her daughter into a hug.

"Can you at least tell me his name mom, the name of my father I mean?" Sophia asked with sympathy towards her mother as she knows she cannot know what it feels like to have a part of you missing.

"Maybe some other time, Soph, finish your lunch, we have other things to do"

"Please mom, I really want to know, just give me a name at least, I know it's hard for you, but it's hard for me too not knowing who my own father is." Sophia said with a pout towards her mother

"Fine, I'll tell you, his name was Percy Jackson."

Sophia could hardly believe it, she finally learnt her who her father was, and apparently others did, oh well I'll find out later what they know. I'm just happy that I have been told who my father is. Sophia thought

That night she went to bed with a smile on her face finally know who her father was, not caring that he disappeared or that no one not even the god know where he is.

MEANWHILE IN ANOTHER REALM PERCY POV

"You cannot keep me here forever Jailer, I will escape this forsaken prison" said the Primordial prisoner, with such fury and anger directed towards me, I was the only thing left that was keeping her here. Everything else that was in her way was destroyed with no chance of repair.

"Not with me here, I will keep you here till I draw my last breath, and that won't be happening any time soon" I said with a cocky smile, trying to give myself a boost of confidence. What it actually did was make the situation worse.

"I can do that for you" my prisoner said with a sadistic smile, suddenly lunging at me with a sword when did she get a sword? Luckily I got my sword up to block it just in time, but it put me off balance leaving me vulnerable for another attack, just as she thrust her sword in my direction. I was able to regain my footing and step to the side with the sword going into the open space between my arm and stomach with her over extension.

This let me grab the hilt of the sword, where her wrist was, allowing me to bring down my other arm on it. With this action I was able to break her wrist and make her lose the sword.

I slowly picked the sword, now having two swords in my hand, I began to twirl them around in each hand at the ready for any movement she did towards me. As I was noticing her movements I noticed that her wrist was healing slowly.

"So I see your getting some of your powers back, took a while for them to come back, you must be getting old." I said with a cheeky grin; let's just say she wasn't happy with that comment

"Gods you're so annoying, I'm going to kil-"

"Kill me, yeah I know, I've heard that enough times from other people." I replied in a boring tone just because I have heard it so many times it gets annoying hearing it so many times.

"Don't inter-"

"Interrupt you; yeah heard that too, can you say something I haven't heard before?" Seriously why do people always say that to me it gets annoying after a while. What I didn't notice was that her wrist had been completely healed while I was pissing her off while being my usual charming self.

And so the fight for her freedom began.

WHILE ON OLYMPUS… STILL THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

"Father, why have you called this meeting?" asked Athena

"I have called this meeting for two reasons, both very important and urgent" replied Zeus "It seems a large aura is on top of Mt. Olympus, we are not sure if they are on our side or not. Artemis, I want you to go with your hunters to see what is creating this aura" Zeus said towards Artemis not caring what others thought, all Zeus needed to know was if he could use whatever is creating the aura

"The second urgent matter we need to discuss is the fact that the mist is no longer going to work, it has been disappearing slowly and the mortals are seeing much more than they need too" Zeus said with a wave of the hand as making it look like he didn't care that much, but if the gods looked at the eyes of Zeus, they would realise that he did care about this.

Some gods were shocked by this unaware of what was occurring around them when they were doing their duties, they all knew that mortals could see through the mist they were just hoping that there were a lot of mortals that could already do that.

"Zeus, we must meet their leaders showing them we are no threat but the opposite" Poseidon started but he just left for the others to fill it in, after Percy left unable to be found by the gods, he didn't put much effort into the council anymore all he could wonder was where is Percy, where is my son? Many gods helped him as he recognized everyone, even the minor gods before they got thrones on Olympus, but to avail did anyone find Percy or any clue of his whereabouts.

"That is what we shall do then, Athena, I will leave the matter to you about how to approach their leader without looking like we want to hurt them." Zeus said with worry on his face as he looked towards his older brother.

"We will find him brother; he can't hind from us forever"

"Ha, if he wanted to be found he would've been found by now, so don't show me pity, when you don't know what I'm going through." Poseidon said with gritted teeth trying to control his anger.

"Your right" Zeus said in a voice so quiet on one heard him but himself as he was leaving the throne room.

(A/N HEY GUYS, THANKS FOR REVIEWS, THEY WERE GREAT AND I'VE READ WHAT YOU SAID AND TRIED IMPROVE WHAT I CAN HOPEFULLY YOU ALL LIKE IT. ANYWAY WOULD LOVE SOME MORE REVIEW FOR THIS CHAPTER GOOD OR BAD. I CAN TAKE CRITICISM DON'T HOLD BACK.)