Apollo charged in to the Throne Room, and faced his father. "I demand a meeting."

Zeus raised his eyebrow. "Why?"

Apollo reached into his medic bag and pulled out a familiar pen. "This."

The other Olympian's eyes widened, and he nodded at Apollo. "Go. Fetch the others."

. . .

Ares leaned on his seat, looking at his refection on his dagger. "So, will someone please tell me why we're here? I have people to see, and things to do."

The others, ignorant of Apollo's impatience, agree with Hermes' remark. "You mean people to provoke and things to explode. At least I have an real job."

Artemis frowned. "Do you know how long it took us to find you? The-"

"Can someone please tell me why we're here?" Dionysus asked annoyed, playing with a grape-vine.

Ares jabbed a finger in the wine god's direction. "For once I agree with the drunk."

The others nodded, and Zeus cleared his throat. "Apollo?"

The sun-god, uncharacteristically serious, began to talk, fiddling with the pen in his hands. "Well-"

Artemis sighed. "Please, I do not need a man to complete me. Deal with it."

"Hey!" Ares and Hermes exclaimed.

Artemis shrugged. "It is true."

Hermes winked. "Do you need a gi-"

"No!" Artemis exclaimed loudly. "No. I don't need love. Love destroys you."

Aphrodite stared off dreamily. "Yes, but love also mends, Arty." She placed an over-dramatic hand over her heart, ignoring Artemis's Do not call me Arty! "You need to learn that."

Athena, thinking that it would be wise to ignore the fight, buried herself in her book.

Dionysus yawned, and Hermes tapped his watch. Artemis, Ares and Aphrodite escalated into a shouting match, while Hephaestus tinkered with a piggy bank, spoon, and rubber bands.

Hera tapped her fingers on the arms of her throne, annoyed and impatient. She sent Apollo the just-do-what-you-need-to-before-Olympus-falls-apar t glare. He sent a I'm-trying-to look back.

"Hey!" Apollo shouted. They just kept chatting. "Hey!" The others ignored him. "Hey-"

"HEY!" Demeter shouted. The others turned to her. "Pay attention to him-" She pointed to Apollo, "before I make you lot eat cereal."

Apollo cleared his throat. "Thank you, Demeter. Now-"

"Why did you bring us here?" Dionysus repeated.

The son god refrained from rolling his eyes. "I was just going to explain that. We have some news."

Hera sent him the duh look, and Apollo became scared about how well he could read her. "Look." He held out his palm, showing a simple, ballpoint pen. Poseidon shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Ares rolled his eyes. "So? What, starting a pen collection?"

Wordlessly, Apollo uncapped Riptide.

"Woah." Ares blinked. "I see. Never mind."

Poseidon gaped.

"I found this with Jack Frost."

"Jack Frost?"

"That annoying brat that freezes over my crops?"

"The kid that steals my thunder?"

Zeus glared at Hermes, who shrugged. "What? You refuse to say storm puns. In the mean time, I have to."

Apollo ignored his half-brother's comment and nodded gravely, confirming the suspicion. "Yes. And I also believe that Jack Frost holds our answers."

Zeus' eyebrows raised, curious. "How?"

"Simple. He's Percy Jackson."

Shouting arose from the Olympians. "But he's dead!"

"And how do we know that?"

"When did you see him?"

"Where is he?"

"This better not be a prank." Athena spoke tiredly.

Apollo faced her. "A prank? A prank?!" He narrowed his eyes at the goddess. "You really think I'm playing a prank?!"

"Or lying," Artemis added.

"How am I lying?!" Apollo threw his hand in the air. "How do I lie! I CAN'T LIE!**"

Athena gazed at Apollo. "He's right."

With those two words, the Throne Room silenced.

"So you're saying..." Hermes turned to the sun god, "Jack Frost - Percy - is the key to our explanations?"

Apollo nodded, confirming Hermes' trail of thoughts. "So how are gonna get Percy-"

"Jack." Apollo interrupted mournfully. "Jack."

"So how are we gonna get Jack here?"

"Simple." Ares spoke, a gleam in his eyes. "We kidnap him."

Zeus stroked his beard, deep in thought. "That's actually not a bad idea."

"Just... one more thing."

All eyes were on Apollo.

"He doesn't remember."

10-year-old Annabeth sat on a rocking chair on the Big House's front porch, overlooking the hill.

Percy was alive. Annabeth's heart skipped a beat. Yes, Percy was alive... and they would have their answers.

Annabeth knew why she was young again. She remembered her old life before the ripple in time that Kronos created with Percy's disappearance. That's why there was no Great Prophecy. They were saved from a second life of war, and Thalia never turned into a tree.

On the other hand, she would have rather gone through the war. The ones that died during the battles didn't exist. Sally Jackson even lived a different life, ignorant of the gods.

Silena Bearguard, Beckendorf, some of her siblings... they ceased to exist. And Luke... Luke was worse. His soul didn't exist. The lives lived though Luke's soul... gone. Simply gone.

Gone. His memory's gone, too.

They would get Percy back.

However, they wouldn't know the cost.

**Isn't Apollo the god of the Oracle? And the Oracle can't lie? Correct me, or whatnot. I need an explanation for this footnote.

DUN DUN DUN! We're just beginning, guys. :)

SPOILER ALERT~ Any fellow Potterheads out there? Well, a magical item stars (yes, an item can star) next chapter. It's from the first book. If you guess it, I'll give you a shout out! [I still haven't written out the chappie, but it's definitely gonna be their. :)]

Goodbye... for now. :)