Percy POV

I was having a cup of coffee, sitting on my Camp Half-Blood Table. Oh, hi! I'm Percy Jackson and I'm a demigod. I'm 18.

Anyway, I was thinking about all the friends I made over these years. The Romans from Camp Jupiter, Egyptians from the Nomes, Norse Einherji from Valhalla. Suddenly a girl who looked disturbingly like my Dad Poseidon came and sat casually in front of me. Her eyes were filled with panic.

She said, "Hi, Percy! I'm Dina Jones. Although this is embarrassing, I'm gonna admit that you studied me here in the history book, "Pandora's magical twin". It's me!" Suddenly, all the descriptions matched. Amber hair, check. Blue-green-gray eyes, check. Pale skin, check. Scar on cheek, check.

It was really THE Dina Ashlyn Amber-Jones. I said, "Alright, what do you want?" She frowned, expressing her worry even more. I realised my eye was twtiching. I explained that I just had a mega-huge cup of coffee.

She looked at me and said, "You really need some decaf to control the ADHD." As if I didn't know. But, I am a coffee addict.