Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

I'm still not sure how I want to portray Percy's character yet, so I am just going to write, and see how he comes out. He will most likely be a little OOC.

Chapter 1:

(Percy POV) 12 yrs. old:

It's my birthday today! Well, Mine and my brothers, we're triplets. Dad said that he had a surprise for us after school. I'm really excited.

I was walking down the hallway to my last class when I saw my brother Jonathan standing by his locker.

"Hey Jon, what do you think the surprise dad has for us is?" I asked him.

"I have no idea." he responds distractedly while looking at some sports flyer. I just roll my eyes at him.

"No idea? Not even the slightest? Dude c'mon, you gotta give me something." I tell him trying to annoy him until he puts down the flyer to give me a straight answer. He continues to ignore me. I was going to keep annoying him but the bell rang and I realized that I was late to P.E.

"Oh no." I say standing straight with eyes wide open.

"What?" Jon asks, finally looking away from his flyer and looking at me.

I can't be late to P.E. again. If I'm late again I get detention with Mrs. Richards." I tell him while starting to run down the hallway to the locker rooms.

-small time skip brought to you by Bob the Titan-

I barely made it in time. And only because I can change really fast. We're doing swimming today and I'm really excited. I've always loved the water, I don't know why. I always just felt safe near water, I always felt alert too. It's weird.

When we started doing racing I did really good. I beat everyone. Even the teacher! He was really impressed with my talent. He said that I should consider joining the swim team! I was really excited, but joining sports teams was more Jon's thing.

When the coach dismissed class you would've thought I teleported with how fast I sprinted to the locker rooms. Once I changed I went and stood with Jon at the entrance of school. I was fidgeting a lot more than usual because I was so excited. I could tell Jon was getting more annoyed by it and was going to tell me to stop bouncing my knee and tapping rhythms with my fingers, but before he could there was a commotion behind us in the hallway. Kids were starting to gather around one part of it. I instantly got up because I knew who it probably was.

Once I shoved my way past the kids crowding around, I saw Mike, the school bully, standing over my other brother Jordan. Jordan was a very shy person. He was diagnosed with social anxiety so making friends was hard for him. But it also made him a target for bullies.

"HEY! Leave my brother alone!" I yell at the boy three times bigger than me. Not the smartest thing I've ever done, but since when do I think about what I do?

He turns around and sneers when he sees me.

"This wimp is your brother?! Actually you both are pretty wimpy."

"Why don't you come over here and find out how wimpy I really am." I practically snarl at him. I level my glare that I've been practicing at him. I call it my wolf glare, and for a second, he does look a little scared, but he gets over it quickly enough. Jordan is looking at me like I'm crazy. This isn't the first time he's been bullied. But, to my shame, this is the first time I've stood up to the bully. I've had enough, It's our birthday and dad was going to pick us up today, I won't have Jordan all bloody and bruised today.

Mike starts walking over confidently to me. I widen my stance and wait for him to throw the first punch. Once he does, it feels like everything slowed down, I could see his fist moving toward my face, so I stepped to the side and spun around behind him. He had thrown all of his weight into the punch so he ran into the growing crowd of kids. He did that about two more times before I punched him in the stomach and he doubled over.

I was actually winning! Haha, it felt amazing! So amazing that I forgot about his other two lackeys. They grabbed my arms and pulled me back and held me down as Mike got up with a murderous look on his face.

Jon had already gotten to Jordan and pulled him out of the fight. Mike mad his way over to me and punched me in the face, then in the gut two times, and once more in the face.

His lackeys dropped me, and the three of them walked away triumphantly grinning at everyone they passed. Once they were gone the crowd started to disperse, the show was over.

The whole thing only took about five minutes. For some reason I found it rather enjoyable. Not the whole getting beat up, but the adrenaline from the fight, it was kinda fun.

"Dude what the heck were you thinking?! Are you crazy?!" Jon asked as he and Jordan rushed to my side to try and help me up.

I just grinned at them and waved them off

"Nevermind, you are crazy." he deadpanned as he and Jordan let go of me once I was standing.

Jordan was strangely but not that strangely quiet. "Hey, you ok?" I asked him?

He looked at me incredulously. "Are you seriously asking me that? Have you seen yourself?!"

"No actually I have not seen myself." I responded with a cheeky grin. "Go wait outside for dad, I'm gonna go to the bathroom and wash up really quick, ok?"

The both looked reluctant to leave me but I practically shoved them towards the exit and chuckled a little.

When I got to the bathroom and I looked in the mirror, I realized what Jordan was talking about. My nose was bloody, and a little bent, not broken though, maybe dislocated. My lips were cut, and it looked like I was going to have a black eye by the end of the day. I sighed, dad would probably be disappointed that I got into another fight. I looked down at my hands and they had cuts on the knuckles too. So, I figured might as well clean up as best I can, maybe dad won't notice. Then I mentally scoff, he always knows whenever I get into a fight, it's like ha can smell it on me, it's weird.

But I still turn on the tap and put my hands under the water. I feel instant relief. Wait, that's weird, I've never felt water feel like that on wounds before. Curious and a little confused, I look down at my hands, and what I see is amazing!

The water started to gather over my cuts, and it seemed like it was stitching the cuts together. It was insane! And soon enough they were healed, perfectly unblemished. I stared in amazement. I cupped some water in my hands and splashed my face. I felt the same relief. I washed the blood of my face and saw my lips perfectly unblemished too. This was insane. I could heal myself with water!

But how? How did I get this ability?

Crap! I've been in here too long! Dad should be here by now. I ran out of the bathroom and down the hall to the exit. I'm practically giddy with excitement.

But when I walk outside it isn't dad that's there picking us up from school. It's… "Mom?"

"Hi sweetie, how was school?"

"Good, but I thought dad was going to pick us up today? What happened? Where is he?" I fired off at her.

She had a sad/pitying look on her face before she responded.

"I'm sorry Percy, but your dad had to work today. There was-"

"-an emergency at work" I finished for her. And I'm certain that my brothers would said it with me but they were already in the car waiting for me. For a second she looked mildly surprised, but she quickly covered it up and told me "I know you were really looking forward to today. I'm sorry. But I'm sure he'll make it up to you." I just nodded in response, still feeling really disappointed. I was just so sure that he would be here today. It's our birthday, and he's not here because of a 'work emergency'.

"Come on your brothers are waiting for us, we have ice cream at home too." She told wiggling her eyebrows trying to get me excited and my mind off the fact that dad stood us up again.

"Actually I think I'm gonna walk home today mom. Thanks though. I just need to clear my head."

She looked a little worried, but she reluctantly let me go telling me to be careful. I told her I would. I had a lot to think about as I walked down the street. I never told Jon or Jordan this but, whenever dad stands us up or isn't there, mom always has an excuse. My brothers always seem to buy it. But something about it just doesn't sit right with me. I don't know what it is, but I think that they might be lying to us. I've heard other kids saying that their parents are keeping things from them, or lying, or their dad isn't around as much, and those parents always end up divorced. Is that what's happening here? I hope not. I want my parents together, even if dad isn't around a lot. I suppose though he does try. But still, it was our birthday today and we were supposed to spend it with him. To say I was disappointed was an understatement.

When I turned the corner though, my mood brightened a little. I saw a street musician I had befriended a year before when he played a song I really like and I started singing with him. And I guessed we sounded pretty good because we drew a crowd.

"Hey Julius!" I said as a huge grin broke out across my face. "Poli?"

He smiled and started playing the familiar tune on his guitar. He would sometimes teach me a song in spanish, have me practice it, and when we saw each other again he would play it and we would sing with each other. This one was one of my favorites by the band Zoe.

"Recuerdo a Poli

Era mi chica ideal

Una dulce perla blanca mexicana

La cual yo amaba

Pero nunca pude tener

Ni mostrarle todo lo que le escribi

En el fondo del mar

Satelites

Flotando por el Universo en busca de señal

Señales de vida

En su constelacion el-"

We were cut short as the world behind me exploded.

Hey everyone, how's it going? First of all i would like to say thank you to everyone who read/reviewed/followed my story. When I saw the first review and saw that it had a somewhat positive reaction, I totally freaked out, like I almost screamed I was so excited. So thank you all.

Anyway, I have no idea how I want Percy's character to be like when we get to the shows timeline. I kinda wanna make him kinda like cynical, brooding, and mysterious. And how should he react when he's told that he's adopted? Leave a review or PM your thoughts, I would be very grateful for any ideas you may have and take them into consideration.