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Here's another chapter! Numero dix! (Yes, I take French) Very short, yes, but after a few days of writer's block, it was the best I could come up with! Sorry!
Enjoy!
Luke POV
I realized, at 13 years, that I was not normal.
My parents, Percy and Annabeth Jackson, said it was for the best that they told me now and not before. I guess I could kind of understand why.
Now I could go to camp, learn how to deal with these monsters that have been attacking my parents from an early age, and find a new path in life. I was a somebody now. I was Luke Jackson, grandson of Poseidon, god of the seas, and Athena, goddess of wisdom.
I realized that most of the questions that I asked when I was little were not answered truthfully by my parents. They said it was for my own good. Like how they said I couldn't use dad's pen to write my homework because it was out of ink. Still, I didn't like the fact that they had to lie for my own good, but I guess the truth would seem like a lie as well. How confusing!
The one "lie" that my parents told me really bothered me because I knew it was more important than it seemed. My mom and dad told me that they had grey streaks in their hair because they had to undergo the pain of eating broccoli. Obviously, in a world where Greek gods are my family, that is not true.
I decided to ask them one day. We were outside in our backyard, spread out on the grass. I know, this sounds cheesy, but my parents were the best people in the world. They were heroes.
"Mom, Dad, why do you have grey streaks in your hair?" I asked. Then I quickly added. "And I know it's not because you had to eat disgusting vegetables."
Mom looked at Dad and they smiled.
My Dad turned to face me. "Luke, we weren't completely lying when we said that we had to do something painful."
"OK," I replied. "So what was this painful thing?"
Mom spoke up. "Honey, when we were your age I was kidnapped by a titan. Do you remember who they are?"
I nodded. She continued. "Well, your father was sent on a quest to find me. The goddess Artemis was also kidnapped."
"How could a goddess be kidnapped?" I asked.
"Let's just say, the titan, Atlas, took her by surprise."
"Oh,"
"Anyways, Atlas was the titan who was punished by having to hold up the sky forever. But he tricked me into holding up the sky. It was the most painful thing I had ever experienced."
"You held up the sky?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Yes," Mom said quietly.
"You? Sky...how?"
Dad cleared his throat. "Anyways, it was almost unbearable for your mother to do this. If Artemis had not taken the sky from her, she would have died."
I shivered. "OK, but why do you have those streaks too?"
"I took the sky from Artemis so she could finish off Atlas." my dad said meekly. "Like your mother said, it was the most painful thing ever."
"So the streaks came from so much pain and stress?" I asked.
"Yes," my parents said together.
I stood up and brushed the grass off of my pants. "Well, that's really interesting. I guess I get it."
"It's difficult," Mom explained.
"But how could you, a daughter of Athena, get tricked into holding the sky? I know you wouldn't take it for Atlas." I realized I had gone too far.
A tear fell down from my mother's face.
"It's best that some things are forgotten," Dad said, helping my mom to her feet. "Now, why don't we go inside. How about some ice cream?"
I smiled. "Dad, we're out of ice cream."
He laughed. "Well, I guess we'll just have to have some broccoli!"
"Ah! Never!" I screamed and ran inside the house. My parents chuckled and went inside as well.
Turns out we were out of broccoli too.
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This may just be the last chapter to Streak if Grey *sniff*. Thanks to all who read the story! You guys are awesome!