I FOUND IT. HOLY SHIT I FOUND IT.

After a lot of digging around and lots of incorrect guesses of pins and passwords, I've been able to find the chapters I wrote of this story.

I'll leave most of the explanation at the end of the chapter so you all can get to the story.

Also, this will be M rated at some point in the future, and I'll be saying when, just like the last time I wrote this thing.

Disclaimer: All characters not created by me are owned by Rick Riordan.

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What I'm about to say is something none of you will believe.

I understand.

I completely understand that everything I'm about to tell you seems absolutely blasphemous. When I tell you that I died, came back to life, became arguably the strongest being to ever live, and then married and had a bunch of babies with one of hottest women to ever grace the galaxy (who was also a virgin), you're probably gonna be thinking I'm smoking some incredible crack.

Laced with some DMT.

Regardless of all that, I'm still going to say everything that has happened to me. Because if I don't, I'm scared even I'll start to believe that all of this is some weird, altered dream state away from our plane of existence.

So I guess I'll introduce myself to you. I'm Percy Jackson, and you're about to hear how my thirteen-year-old life turned to crap in mere days.

Let's start when times were much, MUCH simpler.

"Percy!"

My head shot up, as I tried to pretend I had been paying attention for the past hour. "Yes sir?"

Mrs. Dobbs's head tilted downwards, which caused her glasses to slide down her nose slightly. She shot a death glare at me. "This is the third time this week that you've fallen asleep in my class. And what have I told you about calling me sir?"

I shrugged, and allowed for a lopsided smirk to find its way onto my face. "I'm sorry Mrs. Dobbs, it's just so hard for my brain to decide whether to call you a sir or a ma'am sometimes." This resulted in the stifled laughter of many of my classmates, my best friend Grover being the loudest.

She apparently had enough of my antics, for she got up from her chair, marched over to me, and slammed her hands on my desk. "Okay funny guy, you've got jokes? Let's see how funny it is when you're wiping every single desk and whiteboard in this building." She smiled when my eyes narrowed. "Every morning until the end of the school year."

I pictured taking her dumb glasses off her face and breaking it over her head. "You can't do that."

She stood up, and made an ironic, thoughtful expression. "Oh, I can't?"

I opened my mouth to fire back at her, but bit my tongue. I can't be expelled again, I thought to myself.

Instead, I forced a smile. "Yes ma'am, you can."

My favorite teacher grinned triumphantly back at me, then proceeded to tell everyone about our field trip we were taking to the Museum of Art today in downtown Manhattan. Of course, we had already been told all of this before in Mr. Brunner's class, but Mrs. Dodds always liked to hear herself speak, so we were being told about it again. And I guess since she was our homeroom teacher she thought it would be better if she made sure that everyone knew what was going on.

She finally finished her long, boring explanation, all of which I had ignored out of spite. Now, all we had to do was wait for the bell to ring so we could go out to the bus-loop to get picked up.

I'm guessing that all of you have gone on field trips before, in which you had a good amount of fun on, right? Sure, why not. That may be the case for all of you people, but for us at Yancy Academy, they were often as fun as picking a clump of crap off the bottom of your shoe.

Yancy is probably the worst school I'd ever attended, and that's saying something seeing as I've been expelled at least a dozen times. I had gotten expelled so many times that my sister had to use some of her student loans to send me to a boarding school, since no other public schools in Pennsylvania wanted me. And even though it was considered a "school for the troubled", you'd think after spending all that money you'd be promised a good education, some half decent food, and a few field trips that weren't boring as crap.

Let's just say that if you thought that, you'd be mistaken.

And it's not like it was the museum that I wasn't excited for (but then again, a field trip to learn stuff didn't sound that great), it was the nutcase teachers that didn't let anyone have an ounce of fun. No talking, no running around, no touching, no moving, no breathing, nothing! Like come on man, we're freaking kids. Let us break some shit!

But then again, Mr. Brunner was going with us. He was without a doubt the coolest teacher in this used-condom you call a school. If you saw him in public, you definitely wouldn't guess that he's a Latin teacher, teaching in a school full of delinquent teenagers. Rather, he was one of those chill, laid back type of dudes who you could totally see cracking a cold one open after a long day of work. I never got it, how a guy who wouldn't ever walk again in his life was one of the happiest dudes in the world. Meanwhile, there were teachers like Mrs. Dodds who couldn't find a reason to be happy.

God, imagine how terrible it must be for Mr. Dobbs to come home to that everyday.

While all the other teachers treated students like nothing more than cockroaches, Mr. Brunner spoke to his students with respect, and seemed to actually care about what we had to say. And plus, he actually made learning something in school fun. Latin out of all things. He spoke about Ancient Rome, Greece, Mythology, basically all the stuff that I'd been interested in since I was a kid. I came up with the theory that when you lose your ability to walk, you somehow learn to not take things more seriously than it should.

I guess it could have some dark truth to it.

Anyways, after a few minutes of talking amongst ourselves the bell finally rang. Everyone immediately sprang out of their seats and out the door, despite the nagging that came from Mrs. Dodds. I was about to bolt ahead of everyone to get one of the back seats of the bus, but turned around to see my buddy Grover hobbling after everyone pitifully.

I sighed, stopped, and jogged back to Grover. "Hurry up, Grove! We gotta get the back seat before that she-whale Nancy gets it."

Grover began to huff and puff, clearly getting tired. "I'm sorry Percy, I'm trying."

Looking at my friend with sympathy, I grabbed one of his crutches and put his arm over my shoulder to help him move a bit quicker. "I got you buddy."

Grover was the best friend I could have during this trip-through-hell you call a school year. He was always there for me, whether it was helping me study, or trying to keep me out of trouble. Of course he would fail most of the time, but he clearly tried his best. Most of the people in our grade liked to talk and crack jokes about him behind his back, and most of the time mine as well. Why you ask? Well, I always had the reputation of standing up for me and my friends, regardless of who I was going against. I'd already demonstrated that against a wannabe thug earlier in the school year, who thought he would be funny if he kicked one of Grover's crutches while he was standing in the lunch line.

He found out that day what a Philly asswhooping was like.

There was a reason people talked about Grover though, he was the perfect image of someone you'd imagine gets bullied. He walked with crutches due to a muscular disease, he had acne, a goatee that was stringy like pubes, and was very scrawny. So, I felt it as a personal responsibility to protect him as often as I could, regardless of the amount of detentions I got assigned to.

When Grover and I finally made it to the bus loop, the bitch herself, Nancy Bobofit, was standing with her usual clique, eyeing everyone who passed her. Her eyes stopped when she met mine, and she broke out into laughter when she saw what I was doing. "See everyone? The rumors are true! The reason Percy has never had a girlfriend is because he's had a gay relationship with Grover this whole time. Who knew?"

I felt my cheeks heat up as I got angry, quick. "If you don't think I won't knock a few of those nasty ass teeth out your mouth because you're a girl, you've got another thing coming."

This comment may have been seen as extremely offensive to normal, functional human beings. But to the insane children at Yancy, it was completely normal to talk to other students like this. Nancy still closed her mouth however, granting me the privilege of not seeing the corn kernels for teeth she had. "Whatever, Prissy. C'mon guys." With that, Nancy and her sheep walked onto the bus and towards the back.

"I might actually get arrested for domestic violence today, Grover," I said, helping him up the steps inside the bus doors.

He struggled a bit, until he finally made it onto the bus, practically throwing himself onto one of the first seats he saw. I usually would have complained about being so close to the front, but I didn't, seeing as I didn't want to deal with Bobofit right now. "It's honestly not worth it, Perce. She wants to get a reaction out of you. Do you want to get expelled again?"

"Grover what kind of question is that?" I asked, getting into the seat with him. "Of course I don't want to get expelled again. My sister had to pull a lot of strings to get me into this piece of shit school." I looked at him, and jabbed him lightly on his shoulder. "But I'm still not going to let that cow mess with my best-friend."

Grover snarled, and began to rub the spot I had just hit. "I appreciate that, but can you at least try to not let her get your britches in a bunch today?"

I sighed. "I'll try buddy. And who still says britches?"

After an awful bus ride where Grover had been pelted by spit-balls and little balls of bread soaked in peanut butter, we finally had made it to the museum. Everyone got off the bus, and after getting everyone situated, Mr. Brunner led us through the museum's security, and onto the main floor.

The first gallery we visited was the Ancient Greek section, which made sense, since Greek mythology was one of the most talked about subjects in our class. Currently, he was speaking in front of a painting of Kronos, where he was about to feast on one of his offspring. He was explaining that he was being handed Poseidon, the god of the sea, by his queen Rhea.

I was trying to listen, since what he was talking about was actually pretty cool. But every time I had become invested into what he was saying, someone around me would say something stupid. This time it was Nancy, who was giggling like an idiot because Kronos and Rhea were drawn naked.

Finally sick of it, I turned around. "Are you fucking six?"

I meant to whisper it, but it may have come out a bit louder than I intended. Everyone's eyes shot to me, as Mr. Brunner stopped mid-sentence. "Is there a comment you'd like to share, Percy?"

My gaze shot back towards him. "No sir."

He appeared to not be satisfied with my answer, as he pointed to a nearby stone stele with engravings on it. "Why don't you tell us all what this is?"

Thankfully, it was something we'd been shown in class before. It was recounting the death of Kronos, and the freeing of his children from his bowels. "That's Kronos."

Mr. Brunner looked unimpressed. "Fantastic job. What is Kronos known for?"

I scanned over the engravings from left to right, having no idea if that was the correct way to read the story chronologically. "Well, he was king of the Titans, I think. And he had heard a prophecy that stated he would be overthrown by one of his children. Because of that, he had his wife feed him any children they birthed."

He smirked, then nodded confidently. "Very good, Percy. And how were they freed?"

"He had a son named Zeus, and when his wife Rhea had him, she fed Kronos a rock." Which is really stupid by the way. "After that, she hid him in a cave far away or something, and when he was grown up he poisoned his dad, and made him throw up all the kids he'd ate. Then all the titans and gods fought, and the gods won."

Mr. Brunner's eyebrows raised, as he nodded at me, seemingly impressed. "Very good Percy." He smiled and looked towards the back of the group, where the other teachers were. "Mrs. Dodds, can you lead everyone to those statues down there, please?"

"Of course, Mr. Brunner. Come on then, kids!" She said, as the entire group, including myself, continued down the section.

"Percy, you come here," said Mr. Brunner.

I silently cursed to myself, while Nancy laughed as she passed me. "That's what you get, bitch."

Grover meanwhile patted my back in encouragement, and hobbled along with everyone else. "Have fun."

I stood still, and watched as Mr. Brunner rolled to me. He combed back his thinning hair with his hand, and seemed to study me with his brown eyes "What's your GPA, Percy?"

Oh, god. I laughed a bit sheepishly. "Uh, a 1.9?" I don't know why I answered it as a question, it definitely wasn't an appropriate question to answer with another question.

He shook his head, clearly not happy with my response. "You need to try harder Percy. I expect you to be trying your absolute hardest in all of your classes."

"But Mr. Brunner, you know I have dyslexia and ADHD."

"Yes Percy, I fully understand your conditions. But you should not treat them as disabilities, but instead as gifts. You're a very bright boy Percy, you only need to learn how to utilize it."

I definitely didn't understand how ADHD and dyslexia could be interpreted as any form of a gift. If it was a gift, then whoever gave it to me had a sick sense of humor. I'd struggled with it my entire life, and had been told by doctors numerous times that it was the main reason I had so much trouble doing well in school, and staying in school. I shook my head, upset that he was expecting so much of me. Why should he care?

"Yes sir."

Mr. Brunner looked at me curiously, until he waved me off. "Go on, go outside and eat your lunch."

I nodded, and turned around.

Sure I was upset, but I was still happy that someone, and actually held me to some standards. Every teacher I'd ever had hated me, and watched me fail in their classes without exerting any effort to help me. That is, until I met Mr. Brunner. I'm pretty sure after the fifth school I was kicked out of, even my sister began to doubt me. I guess getting expelled from every school in the county does that to you.

My sister's name was Renee, and technically she was my half-sister. My deceased father was her dad, while her mom was his longtime girlfriend from high school. They were a fairly happy couple all throughout my sister's childhood, and that lasted until her mother was killed in a plane crash. A few years after she died, my father hooked up with my mother.

My mother apparently only saw my dad once, that one time being the night that they got busy. Nine months later I was born, where I was introduced to my father one morning via a shoebox on his front porch. The only things I knew about him personally was that his name was Alonzo, and he died when I was very young in a plane crash.

So yeah, my sister and I use cars as our main mode of transportation.

Anyways, in his will my father said that I was to be under the custody of my sister when she turned 18. Until that point, we had to live with his alcoholic sister, since she was the only direct family we had left. Renee was 10 at the time, so we lived with her for 8 years until my sister was of legal age to have custody of me. Let's just keep it at that she was anything but a loving aunt.

When our father died, Renee said that she was heartbroken, and devastated that both of her parents had been taken in such a short amount of time. However, she was determined to take care of me to the best of her abilities. So when she turned 16, she got her GED and dropped out of school to work full time as a waitress, saving most of the money she got. Because of that, when she finally turned 18, she was able to buy a cheap condo in Philadelphia for us to live in, near a community college that she intended on going to. Fast forward to now, I had gotten kicked out of almost every school in the state, and dropped off in New York at Yancy Academy with a single mission:

"Don't get kicked out!"

One that I intended to follow through with.

I shook my head, trying to clear it from any frustration I was feeling. I began to walk towards the door that led to the sitting area outside, but after a few steps I realized something.

Why was it lunch time already? We had just got here.

"Uh, Mr. Brunner?" I began, until I turned around and saw that he was no longer there. He had a strange habit of this, disappearing in a matter of seconds despite being restrained to a wheeled, metal machine.

I looked at the wristwatch I had decided to wear today, to see that it was a whole two hours since we'd got to the museum.

"What the hell?" I asked myself in disbelief. I wouldn't have believed it, until I began to feel a strange poking sensation in my stomach. One that within seconds had evolved to a small pain. I was hungry.

Woah, this was getting really weird.

Regardless of that really strange time skip I'd just experienced, the fact that I was hungry wasn't just gonna go away, so I decided to go out to where the rest of my class was supposed to be eating lunch. Once outside, I quickly found my class apart from the students visiting from other schools. I spotted Grover and sat next to him, pulling out the terrible bagged lunch we'd got from the school cafeteria.

"Grover, how long have we been here?"

He looked at me with a mouth-full of sandwich and what looked like some of the foil wrap mixed in. "I don't know, like an hour or two?" He pointed at my wrist with his gaze. "You've got the watch, smart guy."

I flipped him off, and began to unwrap my turkey and cheese sandwich from the wrap, like an actual normal person. "Bite me, it doesn't work. I think I need some new batteries." This was all so weird. A clap of thunder crashed overhead, and within minutes grey clouds began to loom above in the sky. It looked dangerous, but no one seemed to react to it.

I didn't either, since I was eating and and trying to come up with some logical explanation for my time skip. I wasn't able to sit in my thoughts for long, since Nancy and her goons decided to walk up to Grover and I, with evil intent in their eyes. Bobofit stood in front of us with her tupperware container full of half-eaten food in her hand, before dropping all of it onto Grover's head. "Oopsy daisy," she said with an ugly grin on her face.

To be honest, I still don't remember what happened next. All I remember was her standing over my drenched friend, while her cronies laughed like she had just finished the main joke of her Comedy Central routine. Red filled my vision, as I felt my ears heat up and my knuckles pop from how hard I clenched my fists.

Then, my ears popped. Immediately after that, a spoon flew up from her tupperware and directly into her eye. "Ouch!" Her hands flew to cover her face. "Percy cut me with a spoon!" she screamed, her voice sounding like it was about to break.

Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind brush against me as Mrs. Dodds flew in for the rescue. She quickly crouched down to her level, and brought her embrace. "Oh it's okay, baby. Let me check." Nancy nodded, which prompted Mrs. Dodds to back away. The former allowed her hands to fall from her face, causing everyone outside to gasp or groan. Blood was streaming from the white of her eye, as if the spoon had nicked it. The devil of a teacher turned and gave me a death glare.

"I didn't do it!" I said with my hands up. "I swear to God, I didn't touch her."

Mrs. Dodds didn't say anything, but instead gestured for me to follow her. "Come with me, sweetheart," she said with venom in her voice.

I gulped, and followed in pursuit of my pre-algebra teacher, who was practically running back into the museum. I looked behind me to see Grover with a terrified look on his face, before turning back around to walk to my death sentence. Mrs. Dobbs slammed the door shut, and led me to the same Greek gallery as before. However, it was now completely void of life, with no visitors in sight at all.

Mrs. Dobbs crossed her arms, as she scanned me up and down. Why did she seem so much bigger all of the sudden? "You've really been an annoyance to me, Perseus."

My eyes widened, being called by my formal name despite never telling her it. "Um, I understand ma'am," I said, trying my best to get out of this situation with as many limbs connected as possible.

Mrs. Dodds looked at me with an amused look. "Did you really think I was dumb enough to not notice what you did back there, traitor?"

My eyebrows slanted, since the question she asked was phrased quite strangely. "Excuse me?"

Her grin turned to a sinister smile, as her teeth and fangs appeared to lengthen before my eyes. "Your time to die is now."

Her skin shriveled up and disintegrated, being replaced with terrifying, leathery skin. Her eyes seemed to melt away into smoke, revealing two balls of fire for eyes. She grew to a height of at least ten feet, making all her clothes rip and fall off of her, allowing for me to her unearthly, muscular demon body.

I felt my heart sink, and fall through the back of my ass. My pre-algebra teacher Mrs. Dodds had turned into a horrifying monstrosity; a bat demon, with talons nearly as big as me and wings so large it made the room dimmer. I blinked a few times to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. I rubbed my eyes and slapped myself in the face to try and wake up from whatever sick dream this could've been.

"I'm real, you little shit," she confirmed, her voice making the hair on the back of neck stand.

Without giving me time to respond, the bat demon flew into the air and towards me at the speed of a car on a highway. I screamed in terror, while diving to the right. "Instead of killing me, can you just assign me more detention?!"

Mrs. Dodds didn't need to answer, since her next attempt at cutting my head off was answer enough. She soared back around, and swiped at my head. I got to my feet right before, and grabbed the Demeter statue I had landed near, hiding behind it. Her swipe came, which caused an ear-wrecking screech to be heard as her claws dragged against the granite. I fully expected the statue to be split in half by the katanas Mrs. Dobbs had for claws, but thankfully, it did not.

Suddenly, I heard a woman's voice echo in my head: Do not worry my child, you will not die today.

I had never heard the voice before, but I did recognize it strangely, the feeling resembling that of a deja vu moment. I felt a strange connection to it that tugged at my gut. "

I'm glad you think that, but things aren't looking too hot for me!" I screamed rolling under a cloth-set table, dodging the head of the Hades statue being thrown at me.

All of the sudden, an image of a man came to my head. A man that was very muscular, very pale, and very emo-lookin. His black shoulder-length hair had bangs that covered most of his forehead, and he had black eyes that looked like small holes that led to an abyss. He wore this long, flowing black robe that seemed to shimmer and shine when your eyes moved along it. Imagine yourself as this man, child, and cast this beast away.

My jaw dropped. What was going on with me? "What!?"

LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER!

The mystery woman's voice exploded in my mind, with its fragments bouncing around repeating that single line over and over. A number of different memories flooded into my mind, the most interpretable being one of a young-looking woman kissing a small baby in her arms, before putting him gently into a shoebox, and disappearing in a cloud of fog.

The baby was, you guessed it, me. And the fog lady? My supposed mother.

My nerves were shot, and I sat under the table for a moment in a frozen state of shock, regardless of the fact that the bat demon was still flying around the room looking for me.

"What does this mean?"

Suddenly, a rush of energy flowed throughout my entire being, allowing me to relax immediately.

For right now, just do what I ask of you. Think of yourself as this man. The image of the man reappeared.

Once you do, order this beast back to her home, using this voice. The voice this time was masculine; one that was deep, but almost seemed slimy, like one of a child predator. My "mother" must've known that I was a renowned impersonator of voices and accents.

The whole appearance thing though, I had no idea what she was talking about. Regardless of all that, I nodded. "I'm ready," I said, using the weird rapist voice. For some reason, it sounded really good.

Strangely good. Like way too good for it being my first test trial, it sounded just like him.

A bit oilier. She said, clearly not agreeing with my assessment. Like before, an image in my mind was projected of the man.

I thought of myself standing in front of a mirror, picking out the different features of my body that had to change. First it was the hair, then the skin, then the eyes, and so on after that. Every feature I changed resulted in a strange tingling sensation on that section of the body. Then, after adding the clothes onto my new form, I felt the tingling stop. I opened my eyes, and before I could even see if it worked, the table I was hiding under was lifted clean off the ground. Mrs. Dobbs lifted it over her head, and looked down at me with a smile that totally said: "I'm hungry."

Then, her face changed. "Master?"

My eyes widened. Did it actually work? I looked at my hands to see them not any paler, but instead twinkling a bit. I decided not to question it.

"Um," I started, trying to remember the voice I originally did, but adding some "oiliness" to it. "Yes!"

Wow, this was so freaking weird. Why did I sound so different?

Don't question it.

Okay.

Tell her she's been mistaken, and is attacking the sole son of Britomartis.

Huh?

"Um, you've been mistaken … uh-" Her name's not Mrs. Dobbs, so …

Alecto.

"-Alecto!" I licked my lips. For some reason, the demon wasn't catching on to the fact I had no idea what I was talking about. Instead, she was hunched over playing with her sword claws, trying to avoid eye contact with me like a dog who was getting chewed out for shitting on the floor.

"B-but, Master … I've found the son of the traitor," she defended. It was kind of satisfying to see my bitch pre-algebra teacher scared to even talk to me, even when she didn't know it was actually me.

But there was that term again, traitor. I would have to ask my "mother" what was up with that. "Well like I said, you've been mistaken! This is the sole son of Britomartis." I almost slipped up on that name, I won't lie.

I decided it would be strange if this imaginary child just disappeared, so I pointed over to another table on the other side of the room, this one with another table set of cloth covering underneath it. "He's over there, unconscious from fear!"

Alecto looked over to the table I was pointing at, with a look of shame on his face. How would I had been able to make it all the way over there without her seeing me? Who knows? But it would appear that my pre-algebra teacher wasn't the sharpest fang in the demon mouth.

"I'm sorry, Master." She then looked back towards me. I gulped a bit, not liking how unnatural her flaming eyes looked. "But, if I may ask, why does Britomartis have a child? I thought she was a Hunter."

Oh, god. Please don't tell me I'm in an anime.

Tell her that Britomartis left the Hunt years ago, and that she has had a child. Since her children have never sensed before, she thought the scent had to be one of Hecate.

Hecate?Where did I remember that name from?

"Britomartis has been out of the Hunt for years, a-and has had a child since then. Her children have never been sensed before, which is why you mistook this child for one of Hecate."

Mrs. Do- I mean, Alecto nodded. "I understand." At least one of us did. "Does that mean that the son of Hecate is not here, and is still on the loose?"

Say yes, and tell her to return to the Underworld to continue investigating.

This really was an anime, wasn't it. "Yes, he is. So I order you back to the Underworld, and to continue investigating."

She nodded, and waved her hands around, creating what looked like a portal behind her. "I understand, Master. I will meet you back at your castle," she said, turning around to walk in.

NO!

The screaming voice in my head almost blew my eardrums from the inside out, if that's even possible. "No!"

Alecto turned back around, with a confused look on her face. "Master?"

Tell her you will inform Britomartis on her son's discovery, and tell her of his strong scent.

That sounded really gross. "I need to inform Britomartis that her son was discovered, and that he was a particularly strong scent."

The demon nodded. "Very well, I will work on my own for now. I'll see you tonight, Lord Hades," she said, walking into the portal, allowing it to close right after.

Lord Hades, Hecate, and the Hunt.

It finally clicked: Greek mythology.

You can't be serious.

I scanned the room quickly, and stopped when I found a large mirror on the wall across the room. I ran up to it, and was almost horrified by what I saw.

The same man that the lady had shown me in my head? I was him! At least, in the reflection I was. When I held my hand up to the mirror, my hand was still much darker than the pale one in the reflection. I was in absolute awe. Then, an idea sprang up in my mind. I quickly closed my eyes and thought of my face that I had seen in the mirror this morning while brushing my teeth. I thought of my original form; my tan skin, pure black hair, and purple eyes. The familiar tingling sensation found its way throughout my body, until it stopped.

I opened my eyes, and saw the same Percy as before the encounter with the Alecto demon-lady. "What the hell is going on?"

Just go outside.

I nodded, beginning to get light-headed due to all the mental and physical strain I'd been through in the past few minutes. I clutched onto the nearby wall as support, and began to walk back outside. When I went back outside, I saw Mr. Brunner and Grover standing right in front of the door. The rest of my class was still eating lunch, including a strange blonde woman I'd never seen in my life. She was old enough to be one of my teachers, and for some reason seemed to be one as she was helping Nancy hold an ice bag to her eye.

The lady looked towards me and frowned. "I hope you gave him a strict punishment, Mr. Brunner!"

What. The. Fuck.

My jaw literally dropped, as I watched Mr. Brunner roll up to me. Without any warning, he began to check my hands and arms. He saw many floor burns that resulted from my diving and rolling, which were small sacrifices I was willing to take to not be turned into shredded cheese. "What happened?"

My head was spinning. "Well, a giant bat thing just tried to kill me, and in order to not get killed I had to convince it that I was its master, by literally turning into its master." I took another breath. "So I have no idea." I pointed at the lady. "Who is that?"

Grover and Mr. Brunner ignored me, and instead looked at eachother with concerned expressions.

"It's time," said the latter.

Mr. Brunner pulled out a golden ballpoint pen out of his jacket pocket. He handed me it. "You're about to experience a much bigger world than you could ever imagine, Percy. If you're ever in trouble, and I mean true, life-threatening trouble, pull the cap off that pen. Everything that has happened today, we will not speak of until the time is right, understand?"

Grover nodded, but I was still confused. Why did he just give me a pen? "Mr. Brunner, I don't know-"

"We will not speak of what's happened today until the time is right." He looked at me with an intense gaze. "Understand?"

Not at all. But he seemed to know what he was talking about. And since my "mother" hadn't interjected to scream "NO!" at the top of her lungs, I guessed that what he was saying was trustworthy. "I understand," I said, nodding my head.

He gave me a forced smile "Good. Percy, when we start heading back to the school I want you to take a flight home to Pennsylvania."

My stomach dropped to my feet. Planes, me? No can do. "Mr. Brunner, I don't really feel comfortable-"

He held his hand up. "I understand how you feel about flying Percy, but it is vital that you go home to your sister as fast as possible and tell her of what happened here today."

How did he know that? I was about to ask him, but decided if I didn't want my mind to be assaulted the way it had before, I would just ask later. "Yes sir. But what about me at Yancy?" The only reason I cared was because of the money that Renee had spent sending me here. After missing school for so many days, they expel you.

"I'll tend to that, don't worry." He cleared his throat, and just like that his anxious tone was gone. "Anyways, let's head back, shall we?"

Mr. Brunner told everyone an unexpected thunderstorm was expected to begin at any moment, so we would have to go back to the school.

How exactly does that affect an indoor field trip? Don't ask me.

Regardless of that, no one seemed to question it, and within minutes we were all boarded onto the bus. Me and Grover got into the same seats that we had sat in on the way here, and with that, we started our trip back to Yancy.

I turned to Grover, who was looking straight ahead, his skin as pale as the white on his acne. "Grover, what's going on?"

Instead of answering my question, he gave me an order. "Cover your ears and bite your tongue." Before I could ask why, I saw Grover poke his fingers into his ear holes, and his jaw clench.

I looked ahead too, with my eyes wide. I feel like a broken record by saying this, but seriously: What in the hell was going on.

Despite my confusion, I listened to Grover and covered my ears. I then clamped my teeth onto my tongue, allowing for a steady flow of pain to travel to my brain.

Almost immediately after this, Mr. Brunner yelled at the top of his lungs: "Sleep!"

The minute the word came out of his mouth, the bus driver a few seats ahead fell into the aisle, as well as most of the students on the bus. My eyes widened, as I realized we were about to fly off the road without a driver. Seemingly reading my mind, Grover jumped over me and ran up to the driver's seat, at a speed I'd never seen him move before. He sat down and grabbed hold of the wheel, before kicking off his shoes. What he revealed was a pair of black hooves, which definitely shouldn't have fit in the shoes he was wearing. For about the hundredth time today, my jaw dropped in complete shock.

He groaned in relief . "Ah, much better. Airport, Chiron?"

I had no idea who he was talking to, and when I poked my head out into the aisle to ask him this question, I was introduced to the ass of a white horse.

"Yes Grover, I'll deal with any security we run into," said the horse, with the voice of Mr. Brunner.

I stood up from my seat. "Okay, what is going on?!"

The horse turned out to not be a horse. Instead it was a centaur, a half-man, half-horse. And predictably the half that was a man was, none other than, Mr. Brunner. He turned his head, and forced another smile.

"Your sister is going to have to explain a lot to you, let's just keep it at that." He gestured towards the front of the bus. "We're behind schedule on getting you on that last flight to Pennsylvania. You said that you changed your appearance to tell Mrs. Dodds to stop attacking you, correct?" I nodded, confused as to what he was leading to. "Well, you need to do that again. Except this time, manipulating your voice."

My eyes began to twitch as I tried to process everything that was going on. "But I don't have a ticket or money … or anything!"

Mr. Brunner put his arm on my shoulder. How exactly was he able to turn around his giant body? "It's alright, Percy. You have been born with the gift of being very persuasive. Whenever you want people to believe something, simply state what you want them to believe. Do it forcefully, and they'll do as you say."

I was about to say something, but he simply put a finger up.

"You must believe me Percy. Your life is at risk, and you must do exactly as I say." He looked at me with his intense gaze, one that was asking me if I understood.

I nodded.

"When we drop you off, skip check in. After that, go directly to anyone who looks like they're in charge at the security checkpoint. Tell them that you must skip the checkpoint." He put a lot of emphasis on the "must" part.

I nodded in agreeance.

"Once you do that, run, and I mean run like you've never run before, to the gate where the flight to Philadelphia is boarding at. Once you're there, and they start to get boarded, talk to the attendant at the stand. You tell them that you don't need a ticket, and you must get on the plane."

I'd never been to the airport, so I may be wrong in saying this, but I really don't think this is how it was supposed to go. Regardless of that, I still nodded in understanding.

Mr. Brunner nodded as well. "I will call your sister and tell her everything that's happened, and to pick you up from the airport. Once you're on the plane, all we can do is pray that the Fates haven't cut your string yet." He let out a deep breath. "Did you catch everything?"

I gulped. "Probably not."

Mr. Brunner sighed. "Well, you'll be alright."

So many questions whirled around in my mind:

Why was Mr. Brunner a centaur now?

Why did Grover have hooves instead of feet?

Why did all of the people on the bus other than me, Brunner and Grover fall asleep?

Why was Grover driving the bus into an airport?

How was I supposed to get on the plane without any money or a ticket?

How did Mrs. Dodds turn into a demon?

Why did she call me Hades?

What had I been drugged with?

A warm presence entered my mind, as the recognizable feeling of my "mother" was felt within my core.

Don't worry my child, I will protect you.

Despite the fact that I didn't remember this woman at all, and wasn't even sure if she was really my mother, I sincerely believed that she would somehow protect me. Knowing that she was somewhere watching me, that made much of my anxiety and stress go away.

The rest of the busride passed with relative calmness, that is until Grover turned into the airport. We were greeted with dozens of cars honking at us, clearly upset that a yellow school bus was blocking majority of the road. Grover was getting flustered as well, evidenced by his honking in response. "Get out of the way!"

Mr. Brunner walked to the front, and pointed Grover to the terminal where the my airline's passengers were entering. After a few more minutes of squeezing through traffic, Grover stopped the bus in front of the baggage check-in.

He looked at me and smiled. "I guess this is your stop, Perce."

I took a deep breath and stood up. "I guess it is." I looked at my Latin teacher. "I have no idea how you're a centaur, but I want to thank you Mr. Brunner."

He looked at me a bit amusingly. "Why is that?"

"You always believed in me when no other teacher has before. So thank you."

My teacher smiled, and pointed to the side of his head. "You'll always be able to accomplish anything you put your mind to, Percy. Just remember that." He put a hand on my shoulder. "I believed in you because I know you're capable of a lot, more than you could ever imagine."

I nodded my head, and began to walk off the bus. I awkwardly squeezed past Mr. Brunner's giant horse frame, and walked down the bus's steps.

"Grover and I will see you again very soon." He said, waving along with the goat man. "Oh, and Chiron's the name."

I whipped back around, as the name finally clicked in my head. "Wait, you mean-"

But before I could finish, Grover slammed the bus's doors shut, and raced off after getting yelled at by the traffic cop on the road.

The cop stopped the next wave of cars with the blow of his whistle, before taking it out of his mouth and looking at me. "A fucking bus, seriously?"

I shrugged, a bit embarrassed. "Don't ask me, dude."

After the words left my mouth, I turned towards the airport, marveling at the sheer size of it. I wondered if all airports were this big, or if this one was huge just because it was in New York. I had never entered one, and had never planned on doing so until today. My heart began to bang against my chest, as the anxiety of remembering everything Chiron told me began to well up.

It's okay, Percy. I will help you through, said my mother's voice. I immediately nodded, and walked through the sliding entrance door.

The first thing I noticed when I entered the airport was how stressed everyone looked. Everyone looked like they were in a hurry, and wanted to get done with whatever they were doing as quickly as possible. I looked to my right and saw that there were dozens of lines of people, with a giant sign hung above them that read: "Check-In."

The presence of my mother quickly entered my mind. Ignore the lines, follow that one woman who just got her ticket.

I caught sight of the woman she was speaking of. She had her hair up in a messy bun, had a crazed look in her eyes, with a sweatshirt and sweatpants on. She had luggage dragging behind her with wheels in one hand, while she held her boarding pass in the other. I caught up to a safe distance behind the woman, and began to follow her.

The woman eventually led me to another line, this one kept inside a maze of bollard stands. The line led to a group of officers that stood by conveyor belts, and a machine that looked like a giant x-ray. There were three other lines as well.

Do you see that woman over there, talking to those people? I looked down one of the lines, and saw an officer laughing with a group of people. Get her attention, and do as Chiron told you to do.

I briskly walked over to the line the officer was in charge of, and began to wave my hands to get her attention. "Excuse me, ma'am!?"

She looked over at me, before saying something to the group of people that made them laugh. She made her way over to me, her hands on her hips. "What is it, sweetie?"

I remember what Chiron had said, and put on an emotionless face. In the most serious tone I could muster, I said: "I need to get past this security now. Lead me past them."

When nothing happened, I began to panic. She looked confused at first, until her face turned to one that was blank.

"If you say so," she said, resembling the tone of the Google translate bot. She lifted the belt that separated the two of us, and gestured for me to follow her. I did, and saw everyone in line watch us in confusion. Meanwhile, the people who had been standing near me in line had clearly heard as well, since they all had blank expressions on their faces too, and were nodding like idiots.

The officer led me behind the conveyor belt, and past the one in charge of the x-ray machine. He turned around and looked at the two of us, confused.

"What's going on here?" he asked the woman.

She glared at him. "Don't worry about it, he's with me."

The look of death in her eyes seemed to be enough, since he looked at her strangely, but still nodded. "Sheesh, fine." He turned back around, and motioned for the next person to walk through.

After making it through the entire security checkpoint, she smiled at me dumbly. "Is that all?"

I nodded. "Yes, you can go back to work." She nodded, and began to walk back towards the checkpoint. "Oh, and you don't remember any of this by the way."

She turned back towards me, and nodded again. "Yes, I will go back to work." She nodded a third time. "And I don't remember any of this that just happened." With that, the officer walked back towards her station.

My mind was swirling, but I still revelled at my newfound powers. "This is so sick! I can literally get anyone to do anything!"

Don't get ahead of yourself, Percy. Even the Mist has its limits.

That was another strange term, the Mist. It began to seem more and more like I had somehow found my way into a new world, and was expecting to wake up at any moment and find that I was back in my bedroom at Yancy.

My mind stopped creating these thoughts when a surge of pure relaxation spread throughout my body. Do not worry about all of this, Percy. You will have time to learn about this new world of yours soon. For now, find the gate of your flight. I believe the gate leaving to Philadelphia is Gate C-04.

I nodded, before running to a giant sign that showed the layout of the entire airport. I spotted the wing that the C gates were on, and began towards it. I ran for about five minutes; up some escalors, around some crowds of people, and through some tunnels until I reached Gate C-04. They were currently boarding, with luckily only a few people left. I got in line, and thought of what I needed to say to convince this man that I didn't need a ticket.

When I walked up to the desk that the attendant was standing at, he smiled at me. "Hey little guy, lost your mommy?"

God, did everyone think that I was like six or something? "I need to get on the plane now. I don't have a ticket, and I don't need one."

Like with the security lady, it appeared to not work at first. His expression turned to one that was amused, until his eyes turned cloudy and his face relaxed into a dull expression. "Sure thing, right this way," he said, gesturing to the tunnel that led to the plane.

I walked onto the plane, and after a bit of hassle found a seat in the back by the bathroom. I would be sitting next to a mother and her baby, which I heard was always enjoyable to deal with. Regardless of how noisy the flight was promised to be, the entire experience had been exciting, mostly because I had never done it before.

It was probably also because I was doing it all without having to pay a dime.

"Finally," I said under my breath. "Home free."

I wouldn't be so sure about that, my child.

My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "Why's that?"

My mother sounded like she sucked her teeth in annoyance. Talk into a phone or something so it doesn't look like you're a schizophrenic.

I looked around carefully.

"I don't have a phone," I whispered.

She seemed to get more aggravated. Think about having a phone in your hand then, and it'll appear.

So just like before with Mrs. Dodds, I thought of a regular iPhone and how it would look in my hand. After a few seconds, nothing happened.

It's there, you just can't see it since you're immune to the Mist. Most mortals can't see through it, as well as a lot of demigods.

I put the invisible phone up to my ear. "Okay, so I've developed a little theory, and I wanted to ask you to see if I'm right."

I'm pretty sure I know what you're going to ask, and yes it's true, she said in a bored tone.

"So I'm living in a world where Greek Mythology is real?" I asked.

Quiet down, people are going to think you're insane. And yes, you're right. And before you ask how, and why no one ever told you before, you have to wait until your sister can explain.

"Why can't you answer my questions?"

Because, I'm risking you being caught by Zeus and being blown out the sky the longer I communicate with you.

I laughed even though I shouldn't have. It was just so bizarre to think that the Greek god of lightning wanted to murder me. "Fine, but answer this one question, then I'll leave you alone."

Go ahead then.

I bit my lip. "Well, it's more like two questions, but the first one leads to the second." She didn't say anything, so I took it as a cue to continue. "Are you a goddess?"

My mother laughed, and I smiled as it sounded beautiful and genuine. Yes, I am a goddess. I am Hecate. The goddess of magic, witchcraft, and the Mist; which is the little thing that is allowing you to have your way with these mortals.

I nodded. "Okay, so second question: Where have you been all my life?"

The happy vibe I felt from her seemed to dwindle, as a more somber one began to form. Percy, there is something called the Ancient Laws that us deities must follow. The Olympians don't really follow them, but us minor gods and goddesses are required to, or we may be thrown into Tartarus. You know what that is don't you?

I nodded.

Well, one of the Ancient Laws is that gods and goddesses can never interact with their demigod children's lives directly. Of course, there are loopholes in this. A small laugh was heard in his head. Do you remember when your principal in fourth grade wanted you to be put in boot camp, and he was planning to call your sister, but never did?

I smiled. "You made him not call her."

She hummed. That I did. I've done stuff like that many times throughout your life, all of them subtle, so your life could be as easy as it possibly could. However, my children always have been the ones to get caught up in the wrong type of trouble. So that's why you still got expelled half the time.

I don't know if it was her using the Mist on me, or if I really was this much of a Mama's boy, because every word she spoke to me, I believed wholeheartedly. Then again, maybe it was just the women in my life, since my sister was known to have a similar effect on me.

I love you very much, my son, and I'm sorry that I could not be with you. But it was against my will, always. I felt the familiar wave of relaxation wash over my body, this time with what felt like a hand on the back of my head. You must remember that although I may not be with you always, you can count on me to watch over you and to do anything to help you.

I jolted forward in my seat a bit, as the plane began to move forward. I will talk to you after the flight, my child. I must try to disguise you as a normal morta,l so Zeus does not murder you like he has the rest of your family. Her presence then disappeared, making me feel a bit emptier.

Not only that, but the last comment she had made stuck in my head. Was it really Zeus's fault that my family had so much bad luck with flying? It would make sense, seeing as he was the god of the sky and all. He probably would know if someone he didn't like was flying in his domain. But then again, why did he hate my mother?

I decided that if I was gonna die, I was going to make sure I was asleep while it happened. So after the very unenjoyable takeoff, I closed my eyes, with the intention of falling asleep. After a few minutes, I felt myself finally begin to drift in and out of consciousness.

The second I fell asleep, I began to feel wind blow all around me. I opened my eyes to see that I was no longer on a plane, but instead dressed in black priest robes with a hood on my head. I looked around to see that I was a part of a circle of other priests, kneeling before a large glass jar full of blood. Inside the jar I saw what looked like a giant ball of human flesh, floating in the red liquid. We appeared to be on the top of a rather large mountain, where the wind around us howled and swung about erratically.

All of the sudden, all the priests began to hum loudly and sway back and forth. I watched in awe as the jar began to shake on its own, with the blood inside boiling and bubbling. The clouds in the sky began to circle around, as the wind began to pick up even more than it had before.

The priests began tohum louder.

Suddenly, the weather changed in an instant, as it began to snow, rain, and hail all at once. A mini tornado formed above our heads, causing the wind to almost pick me up from its sheer strength.

Then, from the blackened clouds above, a single ray of light broke through.

All the priests stopped humming immediately, as they all raised their hands towards the ray of light. From the light formed a person, one with long, flowing white hair, and dressed in a white robe. He was smiling as he descended towards the Earth, until his eyes landed on mine. He frowned, and with a swipe of his hand I was catapulted from where I was. Off the mountain I went, the man's pale eyes watching me fall to my death.

Or so I thought, for as soon as I was meant to hit the ground, I jolted up in my seat on the airplane. I looked around to see that I was still with the mother and her baby, who were both looking at me strangely.

I smiled awkwardly. "Heh, bad dream." I felt a relieved sigh leave my lungs.

What did I just see?

As soon as I asked myself that, a ding was heard. "Attention passengers, we are going to begin our descent into Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. We are experiencing some unexpected turbulence, so if you could fasten your seat belts, and hold on to any loose item-"

Before he could finish his phrase, a flash of light blinded my sight, and a large clap of thunder was heard. My ears rang, and my vision was filled with white. I rubbed my eyes frantically, and blinked multiple times. My vision somewhat returned, allowing me to see through balls of light and blurriness. My horrifying suspicions were confirmed when I saw that the front half of the plane was completely gone, and that the half I was sat in was spinning uncontrollably in the sky.

Soon my hearing came back as well, as I was greeted to muddled screams and cries of the remaining passengers. I looked to my right in horror to see that the mother I was sitting next to was missing, and that her baby was all that remained, their booster strapped to the inside seat. The baby was wailing at the top of its lungs, frantically trying to find anything to hold onto.

I wanted to save this baby; I would die saving it if I was able to. "Mother! Help us, please!"

I felt her presence enter my mind. Dammit! Okay, I have an idea, but it may hurt a bit.

I saw people in the seats around me being flung from their seats, as the grass of the Earth looked to be getting closer and closer. I held the baby's booster seat down, and nodded to myself. "Please, just do it!"

Suddenly, I heard the voice of my mother begin to whisper things very softly, but fast enough that I wasn't able to pick up on what she was saying. A purple aura began to radiate from my hands and arms, before spreading throughout my body. She began to get louder and faster as the ground got closer and closer.

I looked at the baby one more time, and decided that it was a boy. At least, his superhero-themed pajamas made me believe that he was. For some reason, I really wanted to ask him what his name was, and about his favorite superhero.

Then, I saw nothing but black.

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Okay, so explanation time.

I got a new laptop on Christmas last year, and gave my old laptop I used to use to write with to one of my younger cousins. And for some reason, I had deleted this story a good bit before then.

I have no idea why, so don't ask me, it was the younger version of myself.

Anywho, the chapters were on the old computer, and after going on my account and seeing the number of people talking about it, I made it my mission to find my old laptop.

So after some phone calls, a couple drives, and a lot of surfing through viruses (seriously, what's up with kids and downloading malware?), I found the documents.

So starting today, and about once every few days, I'll be updating this story to the point it was once at, which is like five chapters I believe.

I'm glad to get this posted back up, and I hope all the people asking about this story is able to find it.

Also, I'll be updating it and fixing all typos and some weird things that I didn't like reading back over it. But then again, knowing myself, I still missed some shit.

Until next time, peace!