Hello again. Chapter seven is now up for readin'. A special thanks to Melanie, and I hope that you all enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer:

Sam: (singing) If I had a million dollars! Oh la la la!

Melanie: Sam! Shut it!

Sam: Yeah I don't have a million dollars. Nor do I own 'If I Had a Million Dollars,' by the BareNaked Ladies, or PJO and HOO, by Rick Riordan. All Rights go to them.

Oliver followed me to the pavilion, where we would be telling the camp about the forgotten heroes. Oliver carried the CFH (Camp of the Forgotten Heroes) laptop, which pretty much had all of our information. The laptop had personal records, an infirmary log, construction records, basically anything that went on at the CFH.

Chiron led us up to the front of the pavilion, to where he usually makes his speeches. He stood in front of the campers to introduce us, "Good evening, I have brought before you the people who will help to save us in our attempts to defeat Gaia and Kronos. One of whom, is our very own Percy Jackson!"

Cheers followed Chiron's words as Oliver and I walked forward. Word had leaked out about my arrival, which I was grateful for. I didn't want all of the attention for returning, especially since I was kind of ashamed of getting kidnapped in the first place.

"Hey guys, I know that it's been awhile, but I am glad to represent the Forgotten Heroes. These guys will really help us in the war. They are trustworthy too, if it wasn't for them, specifically Oliver, I would be dead right now. The rest of us should be here in a day or so. Thanks guys."

Oliver and I walked to our separate tables, because CFH was also designed like Camp Halfblood - we decided to sit at our godly parent's table. Oliver ate at the Apollo table, and I ate at the Poseidon table.

The next day I decided to contact Sidney, the girl who was in charge of the troops, and their progress making it to camp. She said that they should be expected to arrive late tonight.

Because we had a day to waste, Annabeth and I decided to visit my mother and Paul. Now that I think back on it, it was pretty stupid that we didn't call ahead, but I was excited, and I usually rely on Annabeth to remind me to do stuff like that.

Argus drove us, and before we knew it we were in front of my mother's building. My hands were shaking. Why am I so nervous? I'm going to see my mother, not Hades, for Zeus' sake!

Annabeth and I thanked Argus, and walked up the granite steps, up to the door. I held open the door for Annabeth and she thanked me, smiling.

As we walked through the lobby, the lady at the desk waved and said hello to me. Annabeth stiffened beside me. I hurried us along and pressed the up button on the elevator.

When the doors slid open, we walked in.

"What number?" Annabeth asked me.

"Er… four."

She looked at my shaking hands, and then to my face sympathetically.

"Percy Jackson, are you afraid to see your mother?"

"In a way, yes," I said defiantly, trying to keep what little dignity I had.

She walked up to me and hugged me. "Don't worry, this is your mom! She will be so happy to see that you're okay. Watch, I bet she even has blue cookies baking."

Man, I thought, She's trying to make me feel at ease by making me think that there is a likelihood of cookies waiting… That kind of makes me feel like a fatass…

"Have you talked to her since… you know?"

"Of course. I mean, she's a lot like she was last time, Percy, sad and worried, but hopeful. Your mom believes in you, Percy. She knew that you would come back okay. It was just a matter of time."

I nodded my gratefulness as the elevator door opened. We walked down the hall until we reached door number 457. I took a deep breath and knocked.

There was movement on the other side of the door, like someone had fallen.

"I sense something…" I muttered, and Annabeth looked at me with curiosity.

My eyes widened as I realized something, "Oh shit!"

I rammed my shoulder into the door and forced it open. My mother and Paul were tied up to kitchen table chairs with duct tape with a Telkine was hovering over them.

I sprinted and uncapped Riptide. I easily cut it down, and watched as the monster burst into dust. I dropped my sword and ran to my mother and Paul. I carefully cut the duct tape with a small CFH administered knife that we all were required to keep on us at all times.

"Percy?" my mother asked, and I looked at her eyes. There were tears in them.

"Yeah."

"Oh, thank the gods!" She hugged me hard, nearly knocking me down, "They all said that you were dead! They even burned your shroud after the first month, but I never lost hope. I knew you would come back. I knew my baby boy would come back, because he always does."

She pulled away and she was smiling now, but her smiled soon faded as she looked at my arm. Seriously? Fuck! This is the third time that this has happened!

"Percy, what happened?"

"Nothing," I said, as I pulled my arm away, only to have her grab it, and pull it closer for her to look at it.

"Percy, what happened?" she said it more forcefully this time, but I really didn't want to have people moping about what had happened, especially, because I was so ashamed of how I got myself into the situation in the first place.

"He won't tell anyone, Mrs. Jackson, I tried already, and so did Chiron," Annabeth said with her arms crossed looking out the window. It was true; after Annabeth and I went to the beach, she had tried to grill me for information.

My mom's eyes flashed towards mine.

"Look, I just don't want you guys to freak out. They aren't even that bad. See, they aren't dark and they aren't even that thick."

My mom continued to look at me. Usually this look would make me crack, and I would spill the beans, but not this time. This time was different.

"Okay, fine, but please tell us something about what happened when you were gone?" I nodded. She probably thought that I would slip up, "Good, then let's take this into the kitchen, and talk over some cookies."

We all made are way into the kitchen, and sat at the table. Annabeth and I sat next to each other across from my mom and Paul. Mom took out some freshly baked blue cookies and some glasses with a pitcher of lemonade. We all thanked my mom, and I got ready to tell my story.

"Okay, so the monster that kidnaped me was Arratoes, or the invisible being. He kept me for about three weeks, when I was summoned to _, and he offered me a spot as lieutenant of Kronos' and Gaia's army. I refused, obviously. He was about to kill me when this guy named Oliver saved me, and brought me to the CFH, aka the Camp of the Forgotten Heroes," I told them about Chaos' offer, and it's requirement how I had done it because Annabeth was also immortal, and how I had trained ever since.

"What kind of training?" My mom asked.

"Oh well if you want to join CFH, you have to past some tests, and after that you can do training courses and levels to test yourself."

"How many levels are there?" This time it was Annabeth who asked.

"One hundred sixty normal levels, and twenty-five unbeatables." I winced knowing exactly where this was going to go.

"Oh," said Paul, "why are they called that? Has no one seriously beaten them? How hard are they?''

"Well, um, you see, each level you are fighting automations, so as the level increases so does the number of automations, and the skill level of the automations. Some people have beaten the higher leveled ones, but not many. The unbeatables are," I chuckled, "very difficult."

"So," Paul pressed, "Has anyone beaten them?"

"Yeah."

"Who?" Shit I was hoping I could avoid this. Thank you Fates, and note the sarcasm.

"I mean, I have."

"Anyone else?"

I started to play with the ice in my cup, and I shook my head.

"You've beaten every level of training that the CFH has to offer?" Annabeth asked skeptically.

"Hey, don't sound so surprised!" I defended, "If I succeeded, the troops feel more confinement in me, and try harder themselves. It also was a way to pass the time."

"What did you do after that? Just redo the levels?" My mom asked.

"I tried them with different variables."

Clearly annoyed with the lack of information my mom was receiving, she pressed me more, "Like what Percy?"

"Well, right now I am working on the fourth unbeatable blind folded, and I'm working on sensing monster presences and other things."

"Oh, that explains how you knew to break open the door," Annabeth stated.

I nodded, then grinned, "Oliver always used to tease me about how I should take a break from my training. Now I have proof that it was worth it."

We than talked about lighter things, like how my mom had published a new book, and how Paul was now teaching a class for each grade, not just for freshmen and sophomores.

Glad that the topic of conversation was now not about me, I relaxed, and took another sip of lemonade.

Sorry about the Percy OOCness. I just wanted his mom to know about what happened. I mean, if your son came back home covered in scars, you would interrogate him too. The next chapter I will have it be Annabeth POV, and she will be grilling Oliver for information on Percy.

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