(Mr. D POV)

When the boy had first shown up I had been less than impressed, believing him to be just another hero that would prove to be less gallant and more manipulative. None could blame me, after all, I was a god and had watched more heroes fail than I'd like to admit. I, Dionysus, was one of those heroes, my only truly remarkable action being the creation of wine.

So it came as little surprise when I felt the faintest hints of insanity in the boy, hidden beneath a sea of love and sun burning with loyalty. However, I allowed him to leave on his first quest, more like forced him, to bring forth his madness and save others from him later down the road. Yet, the boy came back more powerful than before, now his power nearly matched the minor gods and yet he had little control. He had also returned healthier than he had left, or so I thought.

It was only later that I felt those same claws of insanity. Their grip was far too tight for me to rip off him, not without his express knowledge but we also didn't have time. The importance of the fleece was too great, we needed it and only he could bring it back. So I let him go, let him race towards the sea to perhaps succeed once more.

Once the boy had left Tantalus became bolder, exerting his power over everyone but myself. It was humorous to watch the disgraceful spirit try his hardest to impress me by being cruel to the children, sadly I had to stop him sometimes otherwise they would be in danger and I could not have that.

Finally, right as I had had enough of Tantalus the boy returned. He brought Chiron along with him as well which helped immensely as I banished Tantalus once more. Later, I found out that the boy had allowed Clarisse to return with the golden fleece, granting her the honor that came with it. I was glad at the time for he showed true kindness and loyalty but I never showed that. I was always prepared for his failing.

Then my sister was revived and for one small second I believed it would be her that would choose between Olympus or Kronos, but then I remembered him. I watched him carry my sister to the infirmary his power obvious even to non-divine beings. There was no way in Tartarus that this boy wouldn't make the choice.

My concern only lessened as I observed him more and found that he was mentally stable, at least for a demigod and so I relaxed. I allowed him to move forward without watching him. His show of power against my sister was entertaining and no longer worrisome. I convinced myself he was a true hero who would be able to bring that title honor.

I wasn't wrong, at least not yet but he teetered dangerously close to where Heracles had once stood. His mind felt tired after his return from saving the two newest children. It wasn't hard to determine that he was guilty and felt betrayed, for what I had no idea.

Soon I would have to take care of his addled mind, fortify it if I had to. He was our most important piece and so I waited, hoping that the quest for Artemis would be carried out without him, yet that was not meant to be.

His anger was easily felt, boiling through the empty night air. Yet I also felt mourning as though he had just lost someone and so I prepared myself because I knew he would follow the quest, he'd done it once already.

Following his trail of emotions led me to the Crysler building, some little mortal tower that they deem as unique. No sooner had he landed did I wrap my vines around his pony. It was childs play and helped that he didn't struggle.

"Ah, so the sea thinks he can just leave camp does he?" I said. His emerald eyes met mine, glowing as if in challenge. "Maybe I should take you before my father and see what he thinks, or maybe I could turn you into a bottlenose dolphin and send you to your dad."

His lips turned upwards at that, mocking me. It seemed the boy believed he had me figured out.

"Why don't you just let me go? That's one less camper to deal with," He said. I don't know why but that one sentence, a sentence I myself would've said angered me. In my anger I wrapped him in vines, pulling him towards me until his eyes were aligned with mine. The shock was pleasing, his fear though made me pause and then I was back. My powers growing inside me as I prepared myself.

My index finger lifted towards his forehead, filled with enough power to destroy a million minds or fix all the mentally ill on the planet. This finger was for one man right now though, they would fix him and then I would know that a true hero walked this earth once more.

"I told you that you were being consumed by your own mind. That I wouldn't deal with it back then but now is the time I dealt with it. If you want to go on that quest and save the little girls that's fine but you will not endanger them with your unstable mind" Then I entered his mind, and calmed it. Soothing his guilt, causing happy memories to float to the forefront. It took mere moments but for us, it felt so much longer. This was the hardest part of my abilities. Their emotions played out to me but I never saw what caused them, never saw why they felt this way but I did my best to ease it. Then as soon as I knew he was better I released, tears already spilling forth from us both.

All I knew was that someone must have hurt the by badly for him to feel as though he lost everything and everyone. The pain of losing friends close to you, the pain of feeling everything was for nothing. The fear of death and the relief that came after. I don't know what his life has been like, not truly but it caused him deep emotional stress. I intended to find out and only one person was with him long enough to know why he felt that way. Sally Jackson.

Once he awoke I set him down on his horse. His eyes still full of tears but his mind felt at ease. That meant I had done my job properly.

"Now get out of here Perry, you have a Goddess to save and I don't feel like being forced to arrange another set of funeral rites," Then with that said I dispersed, choosing a smell of grapes and blood orange to leave behind.

I reappeared outside of Sally Jackson's apartment. My clothes changed, the leopard print faded to white and a dark purple suit jacket appeared over it. Then my shorts lengthened, darkening into a near black before purple began spreading through it slowly but surely matching my jacket. Finally, a strand of hair pulled away from my head and wormed it's way down to my neck, widening before pulling itself longer. Then the dark brown tie began to shift, ripples of purple moving through the 'cloth' until it matched my jacket as well.

Now in more formal attire, I knocked on the door, my fist landing heavy on the weak wood. If there were anyone inside they most definitely knew I was here. Just a few moments after I knocked did a soft feminine voice call out.

"Who are you?"

I smiled slightly, trying my best not to appear too intimidating. "My name is Dionysus, or as Percy may call me, Mr. D."

The door almost immediately swung open, revealing a young woman or at least she didn't appear that old. She was beautiful, no doubt a reason that Poseidon chose her but I also knew my uncle liked personality more than beauty. I suppose it may have something to do with his current wife having no personality. Then she bowed, her head pressed against the floor as she begged apology.

"Stand, I am here due to Percy," When she stood I stared into her eyes, my own glowing a vibrant purple, "Now let's sit down and you can answer my questions."

"Sally who's here?" A man asked from further in the apartment. I felt his kind mind approaching, apprehensive as to show was here. Then he turned around a corner of the apartment, his eyes landing on me. "Um, hi?"

"Paul, this is Mr. D, he's Percy's camp instructor," The poor woman looked like she was about to faint and so I eased her troubles. A single wave of my hand and the man was unconscious, his body lowering softly to the floor.

"Now, I need to know. Have you ever abused Percy, and do not think of lying or I will rip your mind asunder," I said quietly.

She very easily impersonated an anime character with how wide her eyes got before her denials began. "No, no of course not, why would you think that!"

"I see, has he ever lost a friend, such as them dying?" I asked, sensing that she was truthful.

"Well, maybe at camp," She was going to continue but I held up a hand and stopped her.

"No this would have been perhaps a day or two before he arrived at the camp, maybe a few weeks earlier," I explained. There were only so many things that could cause the emotions Percy had been feeling and death was the likeliest one.

"No, not that I know of. As far as I know he hasn't lost anyone other than Annabeth and that was not that long ago," She answered. Once again I felt no lies.

"Did hi behaviour change at some point?" She nodded her mouth opening before her eyes widened again.

"H-he started acting more m-mature after the museum trip," She whispered. "I thought he was just more mature because of the fury attack but...do you think someone died?"

It was an easy solution so I couldn't blame the woman. Most people would act differently after being attacked by one of the most dangerous monsters in the Greek pantheon, yet I also felt that that wasn't why he had changed. The emotions I felt were too strong to simply be from a battle, especially one as easy as Chiron tells me it was.

"Perhaps it was just the shock of fighting the fury," I responded. "However, I need to know if you ever trained him in weapons, particularly swords."

"No, I don't know how to use one and I most certainly wasn't going to try while Gabe was around."

Nothing was adding up, nothing. It was an unprecedented case. The skills he has are above Luke who was one of the most prodigal swordsmen in recent times and who had years of training. His emotions and maturity reflect that of a sixteen or older boy with experiences to match. I've only ever felt feelings of loss like his in large scale murder cases or wars. Yet, his boy had been near neither.

"So he never lost anyone, nor did he ever train?" I asked once more. She nodded her head quickly.

"Why are you asking this? Is he in danger? Is he ok?" She continued freaking out for a moment before I snapped my fingers and calmed her.

"He is fine, I just wished to know some things. I appreciate your time Ms. Jackson," Then I disappeared, wiping Paul's memory before I left.

My arrival in camp half-blood was uneventful. No campers came and spoke to me, none of my children looked around and tried to find me. No there was no one to greet me and that was fine because they were safer away from me. It was mistake o send me here, around children with my powers. They would go insane if they spoke to me too much, or they would get drunk from staring at me. It was foolish and so I was glad no one liked me.

My jacket became a grape, ripe and round. My pants shrunk, adopting a Hawaiian design. Finally, my tie and shirt changed, one turning into a hair and floating away, the other brightening with colors.

All my thoughts became notes, a small notepad with everything I had gathered today fit in my shorts pocket. No one would be able to read it, it was indecipherable to all but me because it was madness. There was no code to decipher, just squiggles and jagged lines that I understood fully.

I no longer felt unimpressed, rather I was intrigued. What had he gone through, how long had he gone through it. Why was he so good with his sword and powers. When did this change truly occur? Where was he going in life and where had he already gone?

There were so many questions and only five people could answer, and four would never answer to me. However, Apollo, the first patron god to Percy may do just that.

As my head was filled with these thoughts Chiron approached his eyes narrowed and breathing shallow.

"Do you know where Percy has gone to, my lord?" I looked at him confused for a moment before summoning a glass of coke.

"Nope, did the fool get himself killed?" I asked, my normal nonchalance back. Then I took a sip of the coke, blue liquid staining my upper lip as the anxious centaur cantered away.