Well...I reread all my chapters, and found out the first several chapters were horrible...should I change them?

Percy POV

We, Thalia, Nico, and I, were finally at home. Imagine sitting in front of a crackling, blazing fire with your two favorite cousins huddled beside you on a bouncy, fluffy couch, watching some silly old cartoons on a dumb channel with wool blankets tugged on a jar of crackers in front of you. That was exactly what was happening. We were in our dorm, waiting for the 'dark season' to pass. Order had explained that they had seasons, too, and that right now it would be really cold because we were in a cold season. He told us that the sun fades out for a 'rest' and we were trapped in icy blankets for a good few months. Yes, since we were barely settled down, we didn't have to train and whatnot. Instead, we got a few weeks off for ourselves. And this was what we were planning to do: stay up late, watch TV, and relax. No, the season was not called winter. It was just called the dark season. Okay?

I reluctantly reached up away from the snug wool to snag a couple crackers, but after waving my hands around the jar a few times, it was clear it was empty. With a quiet "I'm gonna get us some more," I stretched and stood up. Walking somewhat sleepily, the kitchen was finally in sight. The marble floor made the frost bite through my teeth force me to shudder in the cold. I yanked on the stem of a flower hanging to the ceiling, and it glowed a ghostly pink that at least lit up the room. The dining table now looked like it was made up of a gem Annabeth had introduced as 'Rubellite Tourmaline', glimmering a shady, lustful pink. I decided to have a change of snack, so I pulled opened the fridge to grab some butter. Yes, we had refrigerators. Order had saved us the trouble in learning how to operate their machines by just getting us the normal stuff. At least to us it was normal, although the people in the corridors had stared at us when we were moving this stuff in.

I grabbed the needed corn, and chose to use the old fashioned way, a popcorn kettle. Shattering sounds met my buzzing ears as the corn was poured in like liquid. I put it on the stove, and envisioned my mother doing this when I was young. Put the kettle on, turn the heat on, add the butter, wait awhile... I snapped up the heat, tossed the butter in, and leaned against the granite counter. Banging sounds were produced as the corn was fluffed up into what we knew as popcorn. After a slight doze, which I was awoken from by a final Bang!, I cautiously pulled the kettle off and set it on the counter. Going to the countless cupboards, it wasn't long before a sea green stained glass bowl was found, buried deep. Careful that nothing was forced out with it, it wasn't long until I was skipping back to the couch with a brimful of steaming popcorn, all lathered in buttered.

"Thanks," Thalia stole a couple from the bowl and popped them into her mouth. I rolled my eyes and set the bowl down on the table. Jeez, she really has no patience. Just wait a few seconds! "Sh," she said as an afterthought. "Nico's asleep." I looked over at him. He seemed to be sleeping, until a smile betrayed him and forced the edges of his mouth up. He burst out into chuckles, then stopped to grab a handful of popcorn. Crunching, he said,

"Hey guys, I want to play with the room-maker thing again." It was a control panel that Nico had grown to love playing with. You could create rooms with it. And other stuff, for example blankets. Or backyards. Or flying bananas. Yes, he created flying bananas as a joke. No kidding. I mean it.

"Fine," Thalia said with a yawn that split her head into fourths. She snatched the remote control and pressed the power button. Dropping it, it wasn't long until we were all situated at the panel, waiting for Nico to make his move.

"Look out at our backyard from our veranda," Nico told me with a sparkle in his eye.

"Sure," I agreed. I jogged to the glass door, swiped it open, and then stepped out. A salty and homey aroma poured into the breezy lands. I looked down.

What I saw was pure beauty.

The roaring waves of a blue yet green ocean shattered on the penetrating rocks, then crept back into the sea. It happened again and again, so many times the motion was drilled into my head and stayed put in my memories. But instead, I blurted out,

"What's that mountain in the back?"

There was a faint hump in the background, all greenish and blueish, and if I'm not mistaken, that's a mountain.

But then the hump rose and then fell.

"Percy, what mountain?" Nico walked to me. I mutely pointed to the still moving hump. Thalia came with a handbook Order had given us when I had mentioned 'mountain'. The hump disappeared. "I don't see it."

"It's over there...it just vanished..."

Nico squinted, as if it was too small. At last, the hump peeked its head.

"Oh, there!"

Thalia tried her best to inspect it without getting too close to the veranda's rail. "It looks like it's moving."

"It is."

"Well, what do you think it is?"

"Um...by the looks...the body of a dragon."

"Okay, thanks," I replied. Seriously, I am not freaked out. More like it sounded like awesomeness. Like, what are the chances a dragon lands in your backyard, even if it's a few miles away?

"What do you mean, 'okay, thanks'?" Thalia stared at me.

"You make me feel alienated!" I whined at her playfully.

"I meant to."

"Percy!" Thalia called to me from the door to her bedroom, the screen of mist in front of her.

Now, this thing worked like those freaky computers. You have a keyboard, you have a face full of mist, and there you go. Our Skype. You basically just talk to the person, look at them, but I personally think that this thing is a conference call machine. I mean, the only person we talk to is Order, and usually, it's about the upcoming universal turbulence caused by Galaxy Luna VIII, a galaxy named for its...brightness? Anyway, it's because of the tension caused by the comet that's going to crash into them in a few months, which, accordingly, should wipe out humane existence. The emperor says to stay, but then 99% of the population is ready to flee in terror. Then you have the empror's guards obeying orders and pinning everyone inside, which obviously leads to fury, which then leads to a definite war. Now everyone is involved because of the occurrens loco, a explicit time when all the galaxies are drawn together by a force still unknown to the vast populations, which mean that the comet will not only destroy them who knows who will be its next target? So now I think the emperor is right. they should stay. Where do they run?

"What?" I queried.

"Order says that once this season is over, which is gonna be in a few days, we're starting our assassin missions. First one is to go to Luna VIII Planet Coordinate 376."

Sweet, a mission.

"So, what am I doing then?" Nico tapped Thalia with a glare smacked on his garish face.

"Um.."

"You are coming with me," Order stated to Nico, his voice thick with static, crackling through the microphone.

"Order, why's the thing so crackly?" Pinecone leaned in toward the microphone with the fear it would be too fuzzy for him to clarify her words.

"I don't know! Never in my few hundred consolidated lifetimes have I ever seen this trouble brooding about!"

"Oh."

"Maybe it's the comet," I suggested. It was a wild guess.

"That's it!" Order exclaimed. "Bye!"

"Congrats, Brainy-Kid! You actually got something right!" Thalia looked at me with sarcasm oozing through every crack.

"Brainy-Kid?"

"Yeah, Brainy-Kid." I raised my eyebrows at her. "Not."

"Good."

"So, wanna go to the...er...beach?" Thalia awkwardly pronounced.

"Sure."

We slowly made our way down the five flights of stairs, Nico lagging behind due to the weight we had forced him to burden under. As soon as we made it into the salty tangs, I knew that it was home.

"Home is at heart, and house is where you live," I whispered at the sea.

Ridiculous, cheesy ending. I know. Sorry. The homework that has been distributing around is tremendous! Too. Much. Homework, teacher, don't ya get it?