Percy was relieved.

The lore about his family existed!

I Exist.

He had managed to make the teacher talk about greek mythology by claiming it was the last topic they covered in his old school.

As he confirmed everything he knew with her knowledge he unintentionally impressed her and some of his new colleagues about his own, very vast, knowledge.

Right now he was sitting on the benches in the large Gym of his new school.

My new school. They don't know about my record here...

Percy shook his head and let his thoughts wander back to the fact he had some kind of clue. A smile spread on his face as the feeling of relief flowed back into him.

He was sure he grinned like a maniac and weirded everyone out but he could care less at that moment.

"Do you like P. E. that much?"

The young Demigod was snapped out of his thoughts by Peter.

Even thought ge hadn't known the boy for long (infact not even for two hours yet) he could swear he was a demigod.

Peter kind of reminded him of Annabeth and her siblings. The boy was smart, but in the changing room Percy had seen how fit Peter was.

Noticing how weird he behaved (staring at Peter lost in his own thoughts) Percy gave a cheeky grinn.

"Well not necessarily P. E. but yes, I am quite fond of Exercise. It's better than sitting in class. "

"Hah" Ned snorted "Well we might be the wrong friends then. We belong more to the Nerds and stuff."

Percy frowned in confusion " But why would I not want to be friends with you just because of that? I don't mind intelligent people and by the way Peter looks like he is pretty athletic himself. "

Peter's face went slightly red in embarrassment, he and Ned frowned at each other.

The new kid had a point and they didn't see any reason they couldn't be friends.

They were about to continue their conversation as they were interrupted yet again by their teacher.

The teacher was in gym clothes and he was shoving a TV in front of him.

Peter leaned over to Percy and informed him in a whisper:" That's coach Willson, he is probably about to show us some educational video again."

Percy gave a slight nod as Coach Willsons voice announced loud and clear:" Annother video of captain America the board wants me to show you, when it's over you run three laps and than play dogeball!"

Captain America? Who is that supposed to be?

The teacher stepped away from the TV so he could watch it himself. The video started to play and a guy appeared, weirdly dressed in blue, red and white, holding a shield with a star.

Percy wasn't sure what to do or say about the weird man in the video, he looked around at the others but no one was laughing or frowning so he turned his attention back to the screen.

The man was talking about not doing drugs, being nice to one's friends and family , not to bully others, and so on and on.

The video ended after about five minutes and the techer signaled his class to start running laps as he brought the TV back to wherever it was from.

The three boys started running along side each other. Percy on the left, Peter in the middle and Ned on the right.

"So..." Percy wasn't sure if he was supposed to know about 'Captain America' or not, but he was curious so he ended up asking them anyway.

"Who is that Captain America dude?"

There was a moment of silence, the air between the boys pregnant with confusion and disbelief as Peter and Ned digested Percy's question.

Both of them spoke at the same time a disbelieving look on their faces: "WHAT!?"

At that point Percy knew it was the wrong question to ask.

Oh damn. I should know that guy. Daaaaaaamn!

"You don't know who Captain America is!?" Peter asked his eyes wide.

Oh Gods what do I tell them!? Think fast Percy! Maybe a half-truth will work...

"The place I'm from has no connection to the outside, you see phones don't work there, neither do computers, so... I don't know what's been going on the last couple of years."

Peter and Ned stared at him as if he had just spontaneously sprouted a second head. They were trying to figure out if he was telling the truth or not. As he didn't say anything like 'Haha, got you I was just messing with you', they slowly started to realize he was completely honest with them and not making this up.

They had stopped by now standing a little bit away from their classmates.

Ned was hunched over, palms pressed against his thights taking deep breaths.

Percy was fine, used to much worse running around because of his training.

Peter was fine too, but normally he'd try to keep the 'nerdy' facade, he would hunch over the same way ned does and take deep breaths.

Right now he was way to shocked though. After a few seconds of just standing there Ned huffed out a name.

"Spiderman? " Peter flinched frowning at Ned, why was he calling him by his hero name in front of others?

But he soon realized that Ned wasn't talking to him, he was asking Percy if he knew about him.

"Don't know that one either..."

Peter frowned: "Iron man."

Percy tilted his head at the weird titles. "No..."

Ned and Peter switched in naming the heros but it was futile, Percy knew none of them.

The coach walked back in and the students prepared themselves for the game.

Peter and Ned still frowned slightly at Peter. "Did you..." Ned started not wanting to sound offensive but voicing his thoughts anyway "Did you grow up in an Armish village or something like that?"

Percy chuckled:" Something like that. "

At the same time somewhere else

With a loud thud a stack of papers landed on policeman Johns desk. He looked up at his college, Samantha, who had dropped the files on his desk.

She was a beautiful woman, her brown hair tied into a bun, it gave a golden shine competing in beauty with her mocca-brown skin and hazel eyes.

"Those are all recent, all the recent juvenile acts. "

She paused and looked around, checking if they were alone, or at leas no one close enough to listen in on them.

" The boss didn't want you to have this, but I put a 'trained one' in there. " she told him in a hushed voice.

John was good-looking himself, natural blonde hair, eyes a vibrant green like the woods, but at her words his face turned grimm, making him look way older than he actually was.

" No, Samantha, you know I shouldn't do cases with 'trained ones'. "

'Trained ones' was their definition for children who have been trained to be criminals. Mostly by their parents, or organizations. They needed saving and both cops had dealt with their fair share of 'trained ones'.

" You need to take this, it's different than other cases. Look, I would take it myself. I would but I already have enough on my hands and you are the best man for the job. "

John opened his mouth to say something but closed it right back up when Samantha continued explaining why this was an important case.

" John this boy, this kid doesn't exist. " Johns face showed absolute confusion but also interest. Samantha had to suppress a triumphant grin. She almost had him.

" I ran his fingerprints and found nothing, and you know what? Some weird agents came and demanded for his file today. I think it was the FBI, didn't get a chance to look at their batches unfortunately. Anyway I gave them the original and lied about there being no copy. Now think if this was a normal case why would the FBI (or something like that) be interested in a simple juvenile act? "

John raised his hands as sign of surrender :" You're right, you're right. I'm taking it. "

Samantha beamed a 100 kiloWatt smile at him, it was almost blinding. " You're the best! "

John sighed and nodded as she walked away, he carefully took the first file and began reading not knowing how chaotic his life was about to become.

A/N: Merry Christmas! And thanks to everyone who favorited, followed and reviewed! Next chapter's going to have some action!