Sorry for the long wait but my friend is in the hospital-she was diagnosed with cancer- and she isn't looking too good. Anyway, I'll try and update, but I have to be there with her a lot because she is predicted to pass away soon.

Percy's Point of View:

As Nico dipped me into the black river the pain rose inside of me. It was like being set on fire and being run over and stabbed at the same time, probably worse. I yelled out even though it hurt even more, I could feel chunks of my throat gone from the dog attack.

My head submerged into the water and it made me want to be dead, my whole body in pain like never before. All I could think about was what Nico told me. 'You need a life line- a mortal point- so think of a part of your body that is well protected and then think of the thing that keeps you living, the most important thing in your life'.

What part of my body is most protected? I could do an ankle like Achilles did in the myths, but that might be a bit obvious. When wearing armor my back is always covered. The small of my back, the bottom most part of my back, no one ever aims there.

It felt like someone was reciting my thoughts throughout my head, I guess that part worked. The thing that keeps me living; Jason obviously. I looked up, towards the surface of the water and I could make out a view of Jase holding out a hand as if to pull me out of the water. Jason always kept me going when I thought of giving up, he is my reason to keep fighting, but with a second glance he was gone and replaced with another image.

A girl with red hair and emerald green eyes smiled down at me. She was painting me on a large canvas; it was art worthy on Van Gogh. Her smile was wide as if she just heard something funny. I remembered this scene, it was back when I was eleven and I was at my friend's house. Rachel Elizabeth Dare was her name and she could always see through the mist, so when I grew up and was on the run with Jason, she saw us fighting a Hydra once and since then we always stayed in touch more than we used to.

This particular painting was odd, it was of me fighting a man with golden eyes, I didn't get it at the time but she was drawing my future. She was and currently is my best friend; I guess she also is the thing that keeps me living, making me always worry about if she's alright.

Her image faded and left me looking out the blank river. So my mortal point is the small of my back and my life line is Jason and Rachel. With all the pain from the agonizing water I still found the will power to emerge out of the River Styx. Once I felt the cool air of the underworld go across my body I realized that my wounds have healed themselves, well for the most part. I lifted my shirt a bit and where the hell hound mauled me a giant section of red scar tissue replaced it. My whole chest and parts of my arm and leg were a pinker shade of skin. I traced my arms over the scars, amazed by how Nico's plan worked out.

"Percy come on!" I heard Nico yell towards me. I looked over at him on top of Mrs. O'Leary and then I saw the army of skeletal warriors making their way to us. I quickly jumped onto the massive dog and then we dissolved into the shadow, on our way to camp.

Jason's Point of View: Right after Nico took Percy away:

I know the heroic thing to do would be to stand up and tell everyone to calm down, I know the nice thing to do would be to start helping the archers retrieve their arrows, and I know that an appropriate thing to do would be to just go back to the Hermes cabin, but I'm freaking 12 and my last remaining family just practically died in front of me. So I did the sensible thing and curled up into the fetal position and cried.

I cried and wept about being alone for the rest of my life, I know it's really mature-note the sarcasm. People came over and talked to me but they all stayed a blur to me, no one could really talk to me when I was in this situation. I stayed like this, covered in some of Percy's dried up blood, until I felt a pair of arms rap around me and hoist me up.

"Come on my boy; let's get you cleaned up at the infirmary." Chiron said, his stallion hooves clopping on the ground. He carried me bridal style all the way to the Big House where he set me down on a small bed in the infirmary. He brought out a bucket of warm water and due to my lack of moving he sponged off the dried blood, he also put band-aids on the cuts hunters' gave me.

"Jason you need to rest, okay? Nothing's going to be solved with everyone all sad." He spoke in a fatherly tone; I guess I'm just not used to anyone besides Percy looking after me. I was about to nod in response but was cut short when Chiron leaned down on his front two horse legs.

"Jason Grace, son of Zeus; God of the gods and ruler of the skies." He said this line when I looked up to see an electric blue lightning bolt above my head. I sighed at the dramatic effect Chiron always had even though I was the only other person in the room.

"Okay get some sleep and I'll inform the campers about your heritage." He said calmly, leaving to doze off to sleep.

I awoke to some yelling in the other room.

"Leave the boy to sleep." Chiron said loudly.

"But this is important Chiron, he's my brother." A girl pleaded, I remembered her voice as the one who beat me in Capture the Flag.

"Just leave the boy to rest for a bit, he's been through a lot today." He was clearly arguing with the girl. I couldn't make out the rest of the conversation but the door slowly creaked open minutes later. A girl with pale skin, black hair, and bright blue eyes poked her head around the door.

"I'm Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus and lieutenant for the hunters of Artemis. I apologize for earlier at the game." Her voice was calm but her eyes were full with different emotions.

"It's fine, I'm Jason Grace, and I guess I'm your new brother right?" I said trying to break the awkwardness. She nodded slowly.

"How do you know that Perseus kid so well?" she asked like Percy was an ancient myth, but I might as well get used to using past tense for my brother now.

"Well his mom adopted me when I was 4. He's-he was my only family left." I said with tears coming to my eyes.

"Do you remember anything before then?" she asked in a tone like she was about to cry.

"Not much, why?" I asked

"I think you might be my real brother, I had a brother who should be the same age as you but my mother lost you and told me you died, you even had the same scar you got when you were two." She said touching my lip where my small scar was. This was a lot to process.

"Wait so we have the same parents? Like both of them?"

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