Hey! No real changes from canon in this- we all love grandma Zhang don't we?
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Undeath9087: I considered it but it wouldn't make much sense in the context of this- since Annabeth has never called them that like she did in SOM in cannon. And oh yeah, everyone hates Alabaster.
The Official Clarisse: I mean, it's not confirmed if they killed her or not in canon but it's implied that she escaped so I mean...
Weirdhead: Yep, we love her.
Guest: I'm always an asshole.
Guest: Yeah I know, that was a mistake on my part lol, sorry about that. And don't worry- Percy will talk with Hazel about their mutual family.

Out of all the things Frank had expected when he'd led his friends to his home, the last thing he'd expected was for Mars to be there with his grandmother- that was a jarring thought. The god cared enough to check in on the old woman. It didn't help Frank's conflicted emotions any- and the talk they'd had didn't help much either. He understood more of where he came from now at least- and he had a stronger idea of just what his family gift was. And his father had told him he was important, really important, which made no sense- Hazel and Percy were both far more powerful and skilled than he was- Percy had even fought his dad- the god had all but admitted it, and she'd won.

It was definitely something he was struggling to comprehend.

And then, of course, there was his grandmother.

His father had told him she was going to die- that... Frank didn't like that, not at all. And of course his father had put him to sleep after their talk.

When he woke it was to his grandmothers voice as sunlight streamed into the room, and as horribly weak and pale as she looked, she sounded like herself.
It was when he actually got up and looked out of the window that Frank knew he was really in trouble.

At the edge of the lawn, the Laistrygonians were stacking bronze cannonballs. Their skin gleamed red. Their shaggy hair, tattoos, and claws didn't look any prettier in the morning light. Some carried clubs or spears. A few confused ogres carried surfboards, like they'd shown up at the wrong party. All of them were in a festive mood—giving each other high fives, tying plastic bibs around their necks, breaking out the knives and forks. One ogre had fired up a portable barbecue and was dancing in an apron that said KISS THE COOK.

The scene would've been almost funny, except Frank knew he was the main course.

"I've sent your friends to the attic," Grandmother said. "You can join them when we're done."

"The attic?" Frank turned. "You told me I could never go in there."

"That's because we keep weapons in the attic, silly boy. Do you think this is the first time monsters have attacked our family?"

"Weapons," Frank grumbled. "Right. I've never handled weapons before."

Grandmother's nostrils flared. "Was that sarcasm, Fai Zhang?"

"Yes, Grandmother."

"Good. There may be hope for you yet. Now, sit. You must eat."

She waved her hand at the nightstand, where someone had set a glass of orange juice and a plate of poached eggs and bacon on toast—Frank's favorite breakfast.

Despite his troubles, Frank suddenly felt hungry. He looked at Grandmother in astonishment. "Did you—"

"Make you breakfast? By Buddha's monkey, of course not! And it wasn't the house staff. Too dangerous for them here. No, your girlfriend Hazel made that for you. And brought you a blanket and pillow last night. And picked out some clean clothes for you in your bedroom. By the way, you should shower. You smell like burning horse hair."

Frank opened and closed his mouth like a fish. He couldn't make sounds come out. Hazel had done all that for him? Frank had been sure he'd destroyed any chance with her last night when he had summoned Gray. She'd looked horrified- maybe not as horrified as Percy but still.

"She's...um...she's not—"

"Not your girlfriend?" Grandmother guessed. "Well, she should be, you dolt! Don't let her get away. You need strong women in your life, if you haven't noticed. And you should keep that other girl around too. Now she looks like she knows how to wield a blade, battle scars and a willingness to fight- oh the Roman's may have more military power but they were never quite like the Greeks when it came to churning out heroes. Now, to business." and Frank winced- he still hadn't fully processed that but- Percy had outright told them she was a Greek hadn't she? And it made a lot of sense, it was why she was so different.

She wasn't Neptune's daughter she was Poseidon's. Did that make them family? If he was descended from- well, the sea god. Whichever form he was descended from. He still wasn't sure he really understood that.

Frank ate while Grandmother gave him a sort of military briefing. In the daylight, her skin was so translucent, her veins seemed to glow. Her breathing sounded like a crackly paper bag inflating and deflating, but she spoke with firmness and clarity.

She explained that the ogres had been surrounding the house for three days, waiting for Frank to show up.

"They want to cook you and eat you," she said distastefully, "which is ridiculous. You'd taste terrible."

"Thank you, Grandmother."

She nodded. "I admit, I was somewhat pleased when they said you were coming back. I am glad to see you one last time, even if your clothes are dirty and you need a haircut. Is this how you represent your family?"

"I've been a little busy, Grandmother."

"No excuse for sloppiness. At any rate, your friends have slept and eaten. They are taking stock of the weapons in the attic. I told them you would be along shortly, but there are too many ogres to fend off for long. We must speak of your escape plan. Look in my nightstand."

Frank opened the drawer and pulled out a sealed envelope.

"You know the airfield at the end of the park?" Grandmother asked. "Could you find it again?"

Frank nodded mutely. It was about three miles to the north, down the main road through the canyon. Grandmother had taken him there sometimes when she would charter planes to bring in special shipments from China.

"There is a pilot standing by to leave at a moment's notice," Grandmother said. "He is an old family friend. I have a letter for him in that envelope, asking him to take you north."

"But—"

"Do not argue, boy," she muttered. "Mars has been visiting me these last few days, keeping me company. He told me of your quest. Find Death in Alaska and release him. Do your duty."

"But if I succeed, you'll die. I'll never see you again."

"That is true," Grandmother agreed. "But I'll die anyway. I'm old. I thought I made that clear. Now, did your praetor give you letters of introduction?"

"Uh, yes, but—"

"Good. Show those to the pilot as well. He's a veteran of the legion. In case he has any doubts, or gets cold feet, those credentials will make him honor-bound to help you in any way possible. All you have to do is reach the airfield." The house rumbled. Outside a ball of fire exploded in midair, lighting up the entire room.

"The ogres are getting restless," Grandmother said. "We must hurry. Now, about your powers, I hope you've figured them out."

"Uh..."

Grandmother muttered some curses in rapid-fire Mandarin. "Gods of your ancestors, boy! Have you learned nothing?"

"Yes!" He stammered out the details of his discussion with Mars the night before, but he felt much more tongue-tied in front of Grandmother. "The gift of Periclymenus…I think, I think he was a son of Poseidon, I mean Neptune, I mean…" Frank spread his hands. "The sea god. He was like Percy."

Grandmother nodded grudgingly. "He was the grandson of Poseidon, your friend would be his aunt I suppose, but good enough. How did your brilliant intellect arrive at this fact?"

"A seer in Portland…he said something about my great- grandfather, Shen Lun. The seer said he was blamed for the 1906 earthquake that destroyed San Francisco and the old location of Camp Jupiter."

"Go on."

"At camp, they said a descendant of Neptune had caused the disaster. Neptune is the god of earthquakes. But…but I don't think great-grandfather actually did it. Causing earthquakes isn't our gift. Percy probably could-" he remembered Hylla's story- remembered what she'd done to Octavian. She was kind of terrifying actually now that he thought about it but he pushed those thoughts away. Percy was his friend, even if she was scary powerful. And he needed to focus or his Grandmother would probably box him over the ears, weak or not.

"No, control over earthquakes and water was never our gift." Grandmother agreed. "But yes, he was blamed. He was unpopular as a descendant of Neptune.

He was unpopular because his real gift was much stranger than causing earthquakes. And he was unpopular because he was Chinese. A Chinese boy had never before claimed Roman blood. An ugly truth—but there is no denying it. He was falsely accused, forced out in shame."

"So…if he didn't do anything wrong, why did you tell me to apologize for him?"

Grandmother's cheeks flushed. "Because apologizing for something you didn't do is better than dying for it! I wasn't sure if the camp would hold you to blame. I did not know if the prejudice of the Romans had eased."

Frank swallowed down his breakfast. He'd been teased in school and on the streets sometimes, but not that much, and never at Camp Jupiter. Nobody at camp, not once, had made fun of him for being Asian. Nobody cared about that. They only made fun of him because he was clumsy and slow. He couldn't imagine what it had been like for his great-grandfather, accused of destroying the entire camp, drummed out of the legion for something he didn't do.

Then he thought about Percy- the way they flung around the word Graecus like it was an insult. "They might be better in some ways but... they're not perfect."

"People never are boy. It's the way of the world, still, you must fight to prove them all wrong. Now tell me, our real gift?" Grandmother asked. "Have you at least figured out what it is?"

His mother's old stories swirled in Frank's head. Fighting like a swarm of bees. He was the greatest dragon of all. He remembered his mother's appearing next to him in the backyard, as if she'd flown from the attic. He remembered her coming out of the woods, saying that she'd given a mama grizzly bear directions.

"You can be anything," Frank said. "That's what she always told me." Grandmother huffed. "Finally, a dim light goes on in that head of yours. Yes, Fai Zhang. Your mother was not simply boosting your self-esteem. She was telling you the literal truth."

"But…" Another explosion shook the house. Ceiling plaster fell like snow. Frank was so bewildered he barely noticed.

"Anything?"

"Within reason," Grandmother said. "Living things. It helps if you know the creature well. It also helps if you are in a life-and-death situation, such as combat. Why do you look so surprised, Fai? You have always said you are not comfort able in your own body. We all feel that way—all of us with the blood of Pylos. This gift was only given once to a mortal family. We are unique among demigods. Poseidon must have been feeling especially generous when he blessed our ancestor—or especially spiteful. The gift has often proven a curse. It did not save your mother.…"

Outside, a cheer went up from the ogres. Someone shouted, "Zhang! Zhang!"

"You must go, silly boy," Grandmother said. "Our time is up."

"But—I don't know how to use my power. I've never—I can't—"

"You can," Grandmother said. "Or you will not survive to realize your destiny. I don't like this Prophecy of Seven that Mars told me about. Seven is an unlucky number in Chinese—a ghost number. But there is nothing we can do about that. Now, go! Tomorrow evening is the Feast of Fortuna. You have no time to waste. Don't worry about me. I will die in my own time, in my own way. I have no intention of being devoured by those ridiculous ogres. Go!"
Frank turned at the door. He felt like his heart was being squeezed through a juicer, but he bowed formally. "Thank you, Grandmother," he said. "I will make you proud."

She muttered something under her breath. Frank almost thought she had said, You have.

He stared at her, dumbfounded, but her expression immediately soured. "Stop gaping, boy! Go shower and dress! Comb your hair! My last image of you, and you show me messy hair?"

He patted down his hair and bowed again.

His last image of Grandmother was of her glaring out the window, as if thinking about the terrible scolding she would give the ogres when they invaded her home.