Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series, books, or characters.

A/N: Yes, I have right now finished my vacation and I will be writing again. As it turns out I was not able to write much on the cruise/vacation and I need to catch up on the current happenings of life as it is.

A reminder to vote on the poll and to PM me your choices for possible love interests in the story. (Yes, you can PM me if you want him to end up with no one.)

Also wanted to inform you that I am either rewriting or have posted an updated version of the first chapter. Yes, it isn't small minor changes. I have completely remodeled the first chapter although the basics are the same.

Warning: This chapter contains a flashback from the new first chapter if you haven't read it please do.

Update: I have posted the new first chapter to the story please read before going to this chapter.

-Peter

POV: Zeus

I was currently, as the mortals called it, stalking Perseus. Not exactly, I was just watching his every move, okay? It doesn't matter because I have a good reason to be doing so. He is my son and I was not going to let him into the mortal world without at least some guidance if he needed it. I had the perfect plan to get his siblings to join him.

Thalia and Jason's lives were more or less miserable. Their mother started to drink to much and took out all of her stress on them. I was planning to get a lawyer to take the kids away and then enroll them in Yancy Academy. Now, the lawyer was not an actual lawyer but a god but the mortals don't need to know that. After all what they don't know can't hurt them.

I just hope that Perseus would not mind having the share the apartment with them. Actually I am almost sure that he would not mind, after all he was the one begging me to send them over.

"Zeus, may I have a word with you." I tore my attention off of the image of Perseus sleeping and my eyes met with the warm and flame eyes of Hestia, the goddess of the Hearth.

"Hestia, my dear sister, what may I do for you?" No matter if she was an Olympian or not she was always my favorite sister. I would always believe that she was the most powerful of all because she is the one that kept us all together. Without Hestia in the family we would not be as tight as we were or are.

"Zeus, I must ask a favor from you." She twirled her hair in her fingers and I put my guard up. When ever Hestia wanted something extreme she did that and I learnt quickly to be weary.

"Might I ask why and what you want me to do?" I spoke each word carefully

"I only want to help." She said innocently

"Help with what?" Each word became more distant. I knew that look she was giving me and it was the look she was up to no good. No doubt she had soon plan to get us all in trouble. Gods, I sound like a little boy. But you can't judge me, being with Hestia made me feel younger. I know that I speak for all of my siblings when I say, she makes us all feel younger. It is probably because she is the oldest of us all.

"I want to help you with Perseus." How was she planning to help me with Perseus?

"Perseus? How are you planning to help?" my voice rose a pitch or two

"Do you need someone to watch over him for you?"

"No" It came out sharp, but I enjoyed watching him, he was my son.

"I didn't mean like every second of the day but when you are busy with the counsel I am willing to take the responsibility for a while." I saw where she came from. I had been so stressed with looking after Perseus that I forgot my responsibilities and I started to slack.

"Actually that would be nice if you don't mind." It would be good to relax every now and then. After all I also needed to look after Thalia and Jason. As much as I loved watching Perseus, his brother and sister are the ones that needed the most supervision and help.

"I know, I hope that you don't take this in the wrong way but you seem out of sorts."

"I am feeling bad. I don't know what to do. Kronos is coming back and I feel so helpless. I don't like the prophesy's meaning. Perseus should not have to die to save us. I don't even know how to tell him that he needs to die." I pulled at my hair in frustration.

"Zeus, you are forgetting that you are only one person and that you can't do everything in the world. It is not a crime to ask for help every once in a while." She stopped to smile at me "Anyways the prophesy could mean someone else dying. It doesn't have to be Perseus."

"Yes, it does" I pulled harder on my hair. I was actually starting to worry that I might not have anymore hair to pull on in a few minutes but now was not the time to think about that. It was impossible for Perseus not to be the child of the prophesy, he fit the quota perfectly. Anyways he was the oldest of all the children of the big three.

"Zeus, I am trying to get your spirits up but you are not helping." She actually groaned, I began to worry that she lost hope. "You should never give up hope, never. No matter what the problem is, you can always find the strength to get through it if you believe." Nope she didn't give up. It was nearly impossible to make her give up hope. That is why she was the most favored because she always could look on the bright side of things.

"I know I am not helping because I do not want my spirits to be up." I grumbled

"Why?"

"Because there is so much happening and nobody should be happy at this time." it came out so forcefully that she flinched back and I felt guilty. "Hestia" I started

"No, Zeus you are right." What?! "I should have never have believed that I could change you." She turned her back and started to walk away. "I will watch over Perseus when needed but don't expect much else from me."

I had finally done something to make Hestia crack and I was not proud of it. Why did this have to happen right in the beginning of a massive war?

POV: Hecate

Where was I? I blinked and everything came back to me. All I remembered was that I passed out from what was maybe a loss of energy. Where was Bob? I panicked but then realised that I was the one to chase him away. I missed him right now. I could use the warmth and bubbly nature that he had. Gods, Tartarus was messing with my head.

I was so caught up that I didn't realise where I was until someone came into the room where I was being held. Wait? I was being held in a room? I struggled against the chains... where did the chains come from?

"Help!" I yelled not listening to the person who had walked right in. "Help me!" I screamed

"Calm down" The room was unnaturally bright and I had to squint to see the figure clearly.

"Who are you?" The figure was silent and slowly everything came into focus once again. "What are you doing?" I started to panic again.

"Don't worry this will only hurt a little." I struggled harder against the chains but it didn't help that I was lying on the table.

"What do you mean it will only hurt a little?" Searing pain shot up my arm and it felt as if it was on fire. The small pinch that the needle gave me was next to nothing compared to the flames that were burning my insides. I screamed but it was no use. Screaming would not help anything. I looked towards the figure and noticed that it was to large to be a women.

"Don't worry the pain will disappear within a few days maybe. It depends on the person." He said wistfully

"You bastard! Let me go immediately!"

"How about no?" He was still smiling and I noticed his big blue eyes. His eyes were so cold and distant looking that I worried for his mental health. I mean I wasn't sure what was wrong with him but there must be something right?

"Please?" I tried to give him the puppy dog eyes but he obviously didn't fall for it.

"No" He seemed to fume in silent anger. What was it? Get angry at Hecate day? I mean first Bob and now this dude. "I will never let you go."

I was in big trouble and I did not know what to do.

*Flashback*

"Hey!" I snapped my fingers and a tray of potions was brought into front of my face.

"Here it is." The servant bowed. I just waved him off and he slouched.

"Hecate what are you thinking? You have this crazy look in your eyes and I don't like it." Athena interrupted

"You don't need to like it." I replied and she narrowed her eyes. "Anyways, bye" I moved her towards the door and gestured that she leave me to my thinking.

"Hecate" She warned "Don't do anything crazy, you never know the consequences."

*End of Flashback*

Yeah, I really wished that I listened to Athena back then.

"Never let me go?" That part just creeped me out.

"Yes, you are never getting away from me." He looked down upon me and I just lost it, I think I might be going crazy. Since when did I have a total stalker?

"Don't worry, you might have a chance to see your son." I started to sob again. Perseus, how on earth could I have done this to him?

POV: Percy

It was hard. I mean not the school itself but the fact that I was not allowed to beat up the annoying kids.

Every single day, Nancy and her pack of followers would try to beat me up but I would have to pretend to be hurt every single time. Growing up with the gods made me tough, so let me tell you, letting someone beat you up is not easy for me. Both mentally and physically.

"Hey, punk" It was Nancy again and I braced myself for the first punch.

"What do you want?" I snarled

"Ohh, punk is trying to be tough for that you are getting it much harder than usual." She sneered. It was only a matter of time. I thought to myself before my supposed "protector" was going to show up. In fact I was pretty sure he was supposed to arrive about now. He was watching this after all.

"Leave him alone." The satyr, disguised as a human walked towards us.

"Ohh, even better we get to beat up two punks." Nancy chuckled "Even better the second punk is on crutches." Her gang of followers laughed along with her. The satyr didn't seem to find her comment on the crutches funny because his look darkened and he moved forwards.

"I don't think so." Grover, I think his name was, slammed his crutches down on Nancy's foot.

"What the hell?" She gasped in pain and bent over leading Grover to slam her in the back. She started to back away when Grover raised his crutches again. "Okay, I get it just don't hit me with those again." Nancy and her group ran away soon after that.

"Are you okay?" Grover whispered and offered his hand to me

"I think so, where did you learn those moves with the crutches?" I took it and pulled myself up

"I pick things up. Being crippled like I am you need to learn how to defend yourself in time like this." I nearly blew the cover, but forced my face to remain neutral. I had to chant to myself not to laugh.

"I can guess." He sent me a glare

"It is not easy being like this you know." I could bet. He was used to being able to run on his normal goat legs, but here he was using crutches.

"Do you have a place to stay?" I asked wanting to be polite

"No, but I couldn't intrude."

"No, I insist." I slung my arm around his shoulder and pulled him towards to direction of the apartment.

POV: Bob

Nyx, was a slippery minx. I was better; however.

Which was why I found myself sitting in a cell. Apparently since I could "help" Hecate in Tartarus, Nyx didn't want me to be free. I was to sit in the cell until, only the gods know what happens. I took this time; however, to reflect in the past.

I couldn't help but remember the first time I saw Hecate. She had captured my attention immediately. I had watched her from a far since the very beginning.

I stroked the bars of the cell, wondering what she was doing now; I went back to my reflecting.

I sighed, she would never find me fascinating. How was I supposed to let her just be in Tartarus without anyone to guide her? Which is why I jumped in to save her? I know that it was a risky move but I needed to make sure that she would be safe.

In the end though it was all for nothing. If anything I made the situation worse. She now knew about me, but I was pretty sure that she didn't care for me. Come to think of it... I was pretty rude to her in the beginning. Well, more like the entire time, but at least I was still helping her. It certainly wasn't my fault she didn't accept my help. But, then again, I would have done the same thing. Being helped by a person I didn't know wouldn't be easy for me. Maybe that is why we work so well together. Whoa! I am getting ahead of myself here.

She would never like me...

POV: Grover

I was on a mission. Saving demi-gods was something I was born to do. I can feel it in my bones.

Anyways, I was walking down a dark alley- since everyone does that at this time period- and I was supposed to be looking for a demi-god of an Olympian god.

They didn't give me any details but I knew I would figure it out as soon as I saw the kid. Each god or goddess had certain traits that they passed on to their kids; it was usually obvious; although there were exceptions.

So even though I was in a dark alley, I was supposed to be at school.

Hey! Don't blame me! It isn't my fault pop cans taste really good. I mean I was really hungry and I don't want to work on an empty stomach.

I turned onto a bright street and before stood the school "Nancy Academy".

I could see the demi-god in the corner with a girl standing over him. I rushed towards the kid and stopped; using my crutches to aid me.

After helping the kid-he invited me to go back with him- I went back to the kid's apartment.

POV: Percy

Grover was sitting in the living room looking awkward. I don't know if it was the crutches or just his general lack of know-how. I mean; it can't be that hard to get comfortable in an apartment. I managed to get comfy in this apartment, all the time. The apartment was made to be comfy. My father wouldn't have it any other way; only the best for his son.

I would have to go to school tomorrow again. I despised school with every fibre of my being; into the depths of my soul. It isn't just the usual I don't like classes. The classes were slightly interesting; but what made school hard was not beating up mortals. Why do mortals need to think that they know everything? When obviously; they are one of the most dim sighted beings on the planet.

The gods were not that much smarter but at least some of them had wit; most of the time.

"Hey! Percy!" Grover yelled and I peeped my head into the room; my arms were full of food.

"What?" I asked; kind of annoyed.

"Do you have any empty soda cans?" He had a guilty look on his face.

"Um, I think so" I actually knew that I did because I never threw out the cans. (I was waiting for Grover to come and eat them for me; as I knew he would)

I passed him the bag of cans from the recycling and he started to chew on them immediately. Silently, I held in my laughter as I watched him eat.

After a long day we didn't talk much; as we prepared for the ending of another day.

In a couple minutes I was dressed for bed and Grover had a place on the couch, in the living room.

"Good night!" I called out

"Good night!" Came a reply soon after