His Daughters

This is going to be such a fun chapter to write.

Also 1500 mark! Yay!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or AC

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Inspired by historical events and an over-active imagination, this work of fiction was designed, developed, and produced by a single-cultural team of one religious faith and belief, sexual orientation, and gender identity.

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Percy entertained no fantasies that Lou Ellen was lying to him, or that she was mistaken. She knew far better than to give him information like that, and have it be false.

It felt like cheating, in a way. He had just back from a lifetime as Jake Swallow—someone he was going to have to do research on in the modern day, because with all the things he had done, there was no way he wasn't in any history books—and he still had to sit down and process all of that. All seventy-plus years of recorded memory with all its triumphs, tragedies, and questions, all these things that he needed to sit down and process, ponder, and reflect upon, and Lou Ellen had just dropped a bomb from five hundred years ago.

Virgil Cavaliere's daughters—his daughters—reincarnated in this time….There was so much thundering through Percy's heart and head, it was a wonder that the sea and sky were still so calm.

When Percy and Lou Ellen boarded the Queen Anne's Revenge, what little of Blackbeard's old crew that remained were gathered at the wheel, their captain before them. There was only ten of them, not including Blackbeard, so a total of eleven. Nowhere near enough to man a ship as big as the Queen Anne's Revenge.

"Bad news, lad and lady," the legendary pirate said when Percy and Lou Ellen were within earshot. "We don't have enough to man her."

"My thoughts exactly." Then Percy did something he wasn't sure would work, and that was call upon the ship itself.

She answered.

The rigging came to life and the sails unfurled with a mighty whoosh. The ship lurched backward so suddenly and so strongly, that the pirates were sent sprawling, Lou stumbling with a yelp. In no time at all, the Queen Anne's Revenge was sailing out to see once again, heading for the island of Polyphemus the Cyclops.

With his hands clasped behind his back and a little smirk on his face, Percy called Blackbeard into the captain's quarters, and discretely gave Lou Ellen orders to go find the other three girls and make sure they were safe, alright, and were protected from the pirates.

Percy was no fool: these men had been stuck as guinea pigs for centuries, and there was no telling what else Circe had done to them, so they would no doubt be starved for sex. Being pirates, morality wasn't high on their list of concerns, and they'd jump at the first chance of pussy they got, with the only limitation being if they could fit well enough.

Lou Ellen was a magical powerhouse, so Percy wasn't worried about her, so much as he was Annabeth, and of course, his daughters. He didn't know their strengths, what they knew of combat and weapons, or anything about them besides they were girls—his girls. He also didn't know if Blackbeard's pirates were demigods-

Hold on.

A quick check with Eagle Vision solved the conundrum: only Blackbeard was a demigod, which undermined any worry he had about the girls, as Annabeth would've been more than enough to handle some lecherous human men. It also turned out that Blackbeard appeared to be a son of Ares, which explained rather well how he didn't die back in the 1700s.

Edward had informed that he had been knocked over the side of the ship, and his last sight had been Blackbeard going down. He never actually saw the pirate die. Percy concluded that after Edward was out of sight, Thatch evoked his demigod powers and took care of business during the battle. That, or the Mist was working on Edward the whole time, and his whole perception was askew.

Blackbeard shut the door behind him as he joined Percy in the captain's quarters.

The two stared at each other for a long time, neither knowing just where to begin.

"You go first, Thatch," Percy said, sitting down while gesturing to an adjacent chair. "Your story is far shorter than mine, I promise."

The pirate sat down, and exhaled. "Well, after you vanished, Nassau went to shit. Sickness struck and medicines couldn't be found, and the King's men came knocking, speaking of pardons. Hornigold, Burgess, and Cockram threw in with them, and the time of piracy was over. I tried to retire quietly, but was ambushed."

"Yes, Edward was there and he told me you fell."

"Aye," Blackbeard nodded, "I did fall, but then I rose. I guess now's as good a time as any to tell you that I'm the son of Ares, the god of war."

The pirate left that hanging, expecting a bunch of questions and a shocked look. Instead, he got a hand beckoning him to continue. Blackbeard blinked.

"You don't seem very surprised about that, lad…"

"In this life," Percy said, "I'm the son of Poseidon."

"…ah. Well, in that case…after Edward was knocked overboard, I cut loose. I didn't want Kenway to see that side of me. Anyway, after killing all the king's men, I gathered what was left of my ship and crew and sailed away. I figured that since you said you were going to Rome and Greece and hadn't come back in so long, you must've found something worth staying for, so I was going to find you and see what was what. I ended up in this sea after a hurricane, washed ashore, met the witch, and I…" Blackbeard flushed. "I think you know."

"Aye," Percy nodded. "Now, buckle yourself in, old man. You're in for one hell of a voyage…"

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Blackbeard stared at Percy, who had left out certain details during his recounting.

"You were a free-lance soldier during the Third Crusade that managed to run into Chiron and Camp Half-Blood?"

"Yes."

"Then you were a leader of a rebellion, trained by Lupa herself, against Cesare Borgia of Rome during the Renaissance?"

"Mm-hm."

"And after that, you were Jake Swallow, who was born a slave, freed at your seventh year because your master obeyed the over-convoluted slave laws described in the Old Testament, went into piracy for several years, befriending all of us, with an Egyptian magician as your first mate, and when you decided to go to Europe, you ended up two thousand years in the past during the Peloponnesian War, where you fucked a mercenary woman and probably had a kid with her, and when you came back to the then-present, you proceeded to sack Kingston, take down an entire British fleet at the cost of your ship and most of your crew, spent a month in depression before yanking yourself out through sheer force of will, and went on to have adventures throughout Mexico and the Southern New World, tangling with the likes of the Comanches, Apaches, Navajo, Seminoles, Cherokee, and the Spanish, and the French, before working your way all the way up to the likes of New York and Boston, eventually becoming the herald of a nation that defeated the British Empire, run by the Romans, dying at the massively old age of eighty-one."

"More or less."

"And now it's the 21st century, and you're the son of Poseidon that has all the memories of your past three lives, while also sticking true to the faith."

"Trying to, yes. It's very hard, given my circumstances."

Blackbeard stared some more. "I need some rum," he suddenly chirped. "Want some?"

"Oh, most definitely."

Amazingly, there were bottles of rum right where he left them hundreds of years ago. Blackbeard handed a bottle to Percy, kept another for himself, and set a few more on the table between them. The son of Ares stared at his bottle, eyes lost, swimming in the past, dealing with the fact that all he knew and loved was gone as well.

Then he toasted. "To what we lost, and what we yet have."

Percy raised his bottle. "Amen."

They uncorked together and drained their bottles with skill only professional drinkers possessed.

"Oh, that's good," Thatch moaned as the spicy drink went burning down his throat. "Want another?"

"Oh, yes."

The two pirates drank together until Blackbeard, still coming off the magical effects of being a rodent for so long, couldn't handle his liquor and passed out on the table, snoring away. Percy, whose liver was doing a phenomenal job of processing all the alcohol suddenly coming through, took that as his moment to leave and go face another kind of music.

Catching up with Blackbeard had been a good enough distraction to help get his mind organized for what was going to be a very hard talk, but now he was ready.

The ten pirates left were gathered at the entrance to the lower decks, apparently unable to get down there. From where he was, Percy could feel the magic barrier Lou Ellen had put up.

"Excuse me, boys," Percy said as he approached.

"Boys?" one guy said. "We're all at least twice your age, lad."

Percy paused. "Yes, I suppose so."

He had spent so much time getting ready to see the girls, that he hadn't given any thought to his differing appearances between Jake and now. Obviously, he looked nowhere near as old as his past life, which both sucked and was awesome: it sucked because now he had to go through puberty for the fourth time, and being this young again robbed him of instant respect due to his face, but it was awesome because now he had only his prime to look forward to yet again.

"Anyway. Please, step aside, gentlemen."

Man, after over thirty years of talking down to just about everyone around him due to his advanced age, it was going to be hard having to deal with adults now, since it had become a habit to refer to people as "boy" or "girl." Percy internally shuddered at the prospect of dealing with adults who were cross at him, using their own age as leverage, because as it stood, the only thing he could see himself doing was bitch slapping them for their disrespect.

A few of the pirates didn't like being told to move by a kid, and they squared their shoulders, standing tall. Evidently, they had completely forgotten the massacre back at Circe's. Or they didn't believe it was him who had caused it.

Technically, they weren't wrong.

"And what if we don't, welp?" one sneered, leaning in close.

Percy smiled thinly, and in a motion too fast for the pirates to follow, rammed his fist into the man's throat, completely collapsing his esophagus with a crunch. The son of Poseidon wasn't necessarily in a good mood, you see. The pirate went down, hands clasped around his neck, eyes wide and panicked.

Percy grabbed him by his shirt and then hurled him clean off the ship as if he weighed no more than a rag. Then he clasped his hands by his back and offered an easy smile. "Would anyone else like to disobey me? No? Then please, move."

This time, the pirates moved, and Percy walked through the wispy barrier without a problem.

The girls weren't too far from the companionway, just casually sitting in a circle around a magical flame Lou Ellen had created in the middle of the gun deck. Thanks to the light, Percy could see them all. Annabeth's face was carefully neutral, which told Percy she was less than thrilled about something, probably Lou Ellen being here, since she no doubt so this quest as her chance to make her move on. Said witch girl was currently involved in animated conversation with a girl so familiar to Percy his heart ached.

In the firelight their faces were highlighted, the twins Hylla and Reyna Ramirez-Arellano. They were his physical age, give or take a few months; they had healthy, olive skin, dark eyes, high, defined cheeks, their black hair, lustrous in the fire, was tied into a loose braid slung over their shoulders, just like Kassandra's had been millennia ago.

Percy had thought he had prepared himself for this, but at the sight of the twins, he realized just how wrong he was. Hylla and Reyna, he didn't know who was who yet but it did not matter, looked exactly like Christina and Maria.

Right now, Percy was having flashbacks to 1527, when his last sight of his daughters was when they were sailing away down the Tiber to escape the chaos that was Rome. Their tear-streaked faces, terrified for him, for Virgil. Not helping matters was when he had studied the Assassin archives, and discovered that Christina and Maria had both taken up the mantle of their dead father and brother, and Maria had died via sickness after a failed trip to the New World to save the Incan emperor Atahualpa, and Christina had died failing to kill Ivan the Terrible.

Giovanni had died by his side, and Claudia had died of depression. His whole family destroyed, his whole line ended.

Learning that had sent Percy into a week of depression back in South Dakota, and it took Lou Ellen, Desmond, and William to bring him back out. Honestly though, learning your whole family died, and not even in glory or with honor, but in failure and misery? Who wouldn't be depressed?

But now—right now—looking at Hylla and Reyna, both looking exactly like Christina and Maria, his daughters, knowing they were his daughters, their reincarnations—Percy wanted to do nothing more than run over there and scoop them both into his arms, and hug them and kiss them and love them and never, ever, ever, ever let anything happen to them again.

But he schooled himself. Hylla and Reyna didn't know him. Effectively, he didn't know them either.

But that was something easily remedied.

Percy moved forward, putting a little bit of weight into his steps so they'd know he was coming. He tuned in only at the last part of their conversation before his entrance brought it to a halt, having been so focused on his thoughts and inner turmoil that he didn't catch a word.

"-more absorbent, yeah, but why-" one of the twins was saying, before the creaking of the wood floor cut her off, and all four girls looked up to see Percy coming.

"Hey, Percy," Lou Ellen chirped, her eyes twinkling with a somber, knowing light. "Reyna and I were debating whether youth diapers, like Depends and Tena's, or pull-ups, like Goodnites and Underjams, are better for your average teen bedwetter."

"Oh? And how's that going?" Percy took a seat next to Lou Ellen, who scooted over for him.

"Well, since I've always worn diapers, I'm on the diaper side. Reyna's with pull-ups."

"They're a whole lot more mature than diapers," the girl across the flame sniffed.

"How?" Lou Ellen countered. "Walking around with butterflies and flowers on your butt is a whole lot less mature than just plain white with a simple wetness strip along the crotch."

"Yeah, but a Goodnite is specifically designed for teens, and diapers are specifically designed for babies. Just because it's a bigger diaper, doesn't detract from the associative image," Reyna said.

"You're defeated with your own logic," Percy said, adding his two cents. "You say that diapers are for babies, and that simply making the diaper bigger doesn't take away from the babyish image. Correct, but thinking that way, you must also appreciate the fact that Goodnites are simply a larger version of pull-ups, items used for potty training toddlers."

"Yeah, and because toddlers are a step up from baby, that makes Goodnites better than diapers."

"Not necessarily," Percy countered, remaining easily calm and friendly. "Maturity is something that is measured against age and experience in the face of higher concepts, such as sex, politics, and anatomy. Babies and toddlers have no maturity because they have no exposure or understanding of these concepts, therefore your debate over the mature value in pull-ups vs. diapers is moot and pointless. If anything, a baby is the most mature creature on this planet, because they don't how they're supposed to react to any stimulus.

"If we're really going to be debating what's better for average bedwetting teens, pull-ups or diapers, what needs to be discussed is the absorbency between the two garments, in which a diaper will win without contest."

"What makes you so sure?" Reyna asked, probing for his answer in order to set up her own argument.

Percy's smiled. "Because Lou Ellen and I experimented with this very debate, and with the same amount of liquid intake at the same times every day for two weeks, she leaked through the Goodnites, but her diapers still had room for more."

The witch adopted a smug look to Reyna's scowl. "Besides," Lou Ellen said, "diapers are way more convenient than a pull-up. With a pull-up, you've got to take off your shoes, then your pants, and then you've to take your pull-up off, clean yourself, then put on a new one, then your pants, and finally your shoes. With a diaper, you just drop your pants, undo the tapes, clean, get a new diaper between your legs and tape it up. So much easier."

"Some pull-ups have retapeable sides," Reyna offered.

"If you're going to be using retapeable sides, then why bother with a pull-up in the first place?"

Reyna's mouth set into a thin line as she tried to form an answer.

Meanwhile, Percy was thanking Lou Ellen for her efforts. This debate between bedwetting solutions was nothing more than a filibuster. What was really happening was that Lou Ellen was keying Percy into which twin was who. Reyna was obviously Maria, and Hylla, who had been silent this whole time, was Christina, making the later the older twin, and the former the younger twin.

Percy knew this because, back in Rome, Christina had been a bedwetter herself up until her fifteenth year, and bedwetting back during the sixteenth century did not have the same solutions as today. There were no plastic sheets, no absorbent bed mats, no disposable diapers/pull-ups. They had cloth diapers, yes, but not like the cloth diapers of the modern era. Christina had to wear those kinds, big, thick, wads of cloth so big they forced her legs apart and made her walk in a humiliating waddle, fastened about her hips with pins.

Obviously, Christina had been very quiet about her problem, and didn't like talking about it in the slightest. Maria, on the other hand, was the single-most supportive little sister of the century, and also wore a diaper so her sister wouldn't be alone, and she shouldered the embarrassment with pride, being something of hipster precursor by making situation out to be a cool, and hip thing to anyone that ever asked.

It was clear to Percy that this sentiment carried over into these present lives. Hylla was a self-conscious bedwetter and didn't like talking about it, whereas Reyna was all open and free to discussion, employing the same tactic Maria did, in that she played the bedwetter to take the heat off her big sister.

"So," Lou Ellen chirped, "I win. Diapers hold way more than pull-ups, they're easier to change, and maturity isn't a factor."

"Now, hold on. You're forgetting the embarrassment factor. A diaper holds more because it's thicker, which makes it harder to hide under pjs, which means you'll be found out quicker and easier."

"Please," Lou Ellen scoffed. "Something's only embarrassing if you let it embarrass you. When I was a little kid, I didn't know any better about diapers and thought everyone my age wore them and it wasn't a big deal. It was only during my first sleepover when I found out that none of the other girls were wearing a diaper, and they all made fun of me, that it became embarrassing. I was real crappy with my dad for a while, and I made my diapers my number one secret, but Percy helped me get over myself, and now I'm not bothered by it.

"The way I see it," Lou Ellen continued after a breath, "is that I'm taking care of myself by wearing my diaper at night to keep my pants and bed dry. If you're going to give me crap about how I handle a problem out of my control, then that says more about your character than mine."

Out of the corner of his eye, Percy saw Hylla's posture change in the face of Lou's viewpoint. He also saw how Reyna's eyes had involuntarily darted to her sister and her brain made connections.

"I swear you have a diaper fetish or something, Lou," Annabeth muttered. "It seems like every time you get the chance, you're talking about diapers."

The witch girl shrugged. "I'd rather talk about diapers than talk about the weed I smoked, or the cocaine I snorted, or the heroine I injected. Besides, there's no greater power move than admitting you still wear a diaper at night and making it out to be a sign of dominance."

Annabeth wrinkled her nose and raised her brow, obviously not agreeing.

"But to your point, that's enough diaper-talk for tonight, anyway. Reyna, Hylla, this is Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon and my boyfriend. Percy, this is Hylla and Reyna, demigoddesses of an unknown mother."

Percy extended his hand past the flame with a welcoming smile. "Hello."

Reyna shook his offered hand, and a jolt went through her. Her eyes became lost and focused, and when she looked at Percy, she looked as though she was seeing someone else. When she next spoke, her voice was distant and distracted. "Hi there…"

She disengaged from the handshake, reserved and subdued, her mind wandering elsewhere.

Everyone noticed that happen, and Percy was just as uncertain about shaking Hylla's hand as she was his, but she accepted anyway, and underwent the same things her little sister did. Like Reyna, she closed up and withdrew from the world, going into her thoughts.

"Well," Percy said, "it's been a long day, and I'm going to go sleep now down in the berthing area."

He got up and left, Lou Ellen immediately tagging along, making Annabeth huff and scowl at how her chance with Percy this quest was blown by the witch's arrival. Obviously, Percy had planned on her coming, planned on her making great strides in her assignment to set up protections for the camp so that she could get to the quest faster. Being a daughter of the wisdom goddess, Annabeth couldn't find any logical fault in the strategy, but she sure did find emotional ones.

Still didn't know what truly drew her to Percy besides the obvious: strong, handsome, wise, her age, capable, charming, charismatic, smart, and so very, very powerful.

A primal turn on for demigoddesses was power after all, which was why so many of the gods had so many different lovers: the girls literally couldn't help themselves.

To be honest, Annabeth rather hated herself for her feelings towards Percy. He was taken. He had gone for Lou Ellen, and Lou Ellen had gone for him. They had been with each other for several months now—if Annabeth recalled correctly, it was approaching a year since the Lightning Thief quest, when they officially started dating—with their one-year anniversary coming up. It was rude, unprofessional, and almost evil of her to desire her and Lou Ellen to switch places, so she could be Percy's girlfriend.

These feelings also didn't make sense. She was only thirteen, more fourteen, really, since her birthday was just days away, and she had only officially started puberty not even six weeks ago—in the middle of class too; she felt the first drops hit her underwear, and she practically teleported to the nurse's office she moved so fast—so feeling this much intensity for Percy was strange.

A puppy love crush, sure, but she honestly felt in love with him. She wanted to be with him forever, start a family with him, be his rock, his shield, his confidant, his everything. Annabeth wanted to chalk these feelings up to just wild hormones, but for some reason, she knew better.

She had no real experience with boys and love, but she could just feel in every fiber of her being that she was well and truly in love with Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, Christian, reincarnate soul. Annabeth didn't know the specifics of the reincarnation, only that it brought with it a lot of pain, but also a lot of knowledge.

There was also some girl in his past life that was alive today, and apparently if they ever met, something really bad was going to happen. That was what Lou Ellen had alluded to, almost a year ago, and now Annabeth was burning with questions.

But, she could not go and ask them. Lou Ellen was no doubt cuddled up with Percy in a hammock down in the birthing area, and that thought lead to a completely different tangent.

As far as Annabeth knew, the Bible prohibited premarital sex, and she was sure Percy and Lou weren't married yet, and Lou had taken up the faith as well, so sleeping in the same bed together seemed like something that would lead to a great big no-no for them. Besides, Lou Ellen was wearing a diaper right now. In a few hours, it was no doubt going to be a wet diaper, and it was going to be not even a foot away from Percy.

Annabeth was honestly repulsed by the whole concept. She had only just barely held her tongue during Lou and Reyna's whole wacked-out debate, the thought of peeing in a diaper making her want to go and puke, and the fact that the witch was perfectly okay with peeing her diapers made Annabeth's stomach turn.

True, Lou had no control over it, and it far better psychologically to make light and normal such a condition, than to be depressed and let it get to you, but still. Annabeth supposed that is she the choice, she'd much rather pee in a diaper than poop in one.

The thought of soiling herself like that caused a tingle to crawl up her spine, and she decided that was enough thinking about Percy and Lou Ellen for the night. Not going down to the birthing area, and thankful that the witch's fire spell didn't seem to be going out any time soon, Annabeth took herself over to the curvature of the gundeck, at the wall of the ship, and got as comfortable as she could.

She bid a half-hearted goodnight to the twins—who were still staring off into space—and soon enough, she herself was fast asleep.

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Percy only got to enjoy a semi-restless night with his girlfriend curled up in his arms. He didn't dream of any important events about the present, past, or future, but he did get pulled into an audience with his resident.

"Amon."

"Percy."

They were in the same church that Shin'en had been in a lifetime ago—literally, as far as Percy was concerned—only it was much more hospitable…slightly. The pews were stained a beautiful amber, as were the floors, beams, and ceiling. The stained glass window, depicting the Crucifixion, had wonderful sunlight streaming through, making the whole room a lovely warm. The atmosphere was calming, welcoming, serene, peaceful, and comforting.

The only thing that marred the picturesque setting was the tall, muscled, red-skinned, black-furred, yellow-eyed demon with the spindly tail swishing about behind him, emitting a rancid stink like that of rotting, burning meat.

"That was quite the little show you put on back there."

"That was all you."

"No, that was all you. You gave in to sin. You drew upon my power. You slaughtered those pagan witches like cattle. I gave only but the slightest of nudges; you were the one to perform the leap, and it will happen again and again."

"No," Percy said stoically. "I'll concede that I gave in to weakness at the onset of remembering Jake's extensive life and that your power overcame me, but it will not ever happen again."

"And that is where you are wrong. 'If you claim to be without sin, you deceive yourself and the truth is not in you.'" Amon's lips curled back to reveal his fanged mouth. Percy frowned at the use of scripture.

"I am a demon lord, one of the first and most powerful of fallen angels after the Morning Star. I have seen God for what he truly is, and believe me: you do not want to serve him. He made you imperfect for the sole purpose of servitude, and he created Hell as a punishment for those who refuse. God is a tyrant, and he will be deposed. Under Apollyon, mankind will be free to make their own decisions, make their own choices. Is that not what you fight for, Assassin? The freedom of man?"

"Man is free, deceiver. Man has been free since his creation in Eden, and he will be free until the Second Coming and beyond. Your words fall on deaf ears, for these are petty arguments I've heard from children with more intelligence than you will ever possess, so save your breath."

Amon chuckled. "We shall see, little man, we shall see. A true word of advice, though: seek not to actively commit sin, for each stain upon yourself is a blessing and meal unto me. When I have had my fill, I will reign supreme through you."

"Enjoy starvation."

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Despite the conversation with his inner demon, Percy woke up feeling refreshed and relaxed, morning sun streaming in through the porthole. He gently shook Lou Ellen awake, mostly because he could smell her wet diaper and didn't want her to lay in it anymore than she had to.

"Morning," she said drowsily.

"Good morning. We'll be reaching the island today."

"Oh, good. Imma go get cleaned up now."

"I'll see you up on the quarterdeck."

They shared a kiss and removed themselves from the hammock, with Lou Ellen getting started on her morning routine of changing her diaper out for panties and casting the time-space spell on them to where she could relieve herself where she stood without worry of a mess since the magic would transport everything to the location she set the spell to.

It was the same concept behind the magician pulling a rabbit of a hat, only tweaked a bit.

Percy went up the gangway to the gundeck, where Annabeth and the twins were sleeping. The former was up and sharpening her knife, while the latter were curled together and still asleep.

"Good morning, Percy," the blonde greeted.

"Good morning, Annabeth. Did you sleep well?"

"As well as can be expected, yeah." She noted the absence of Percy's significant other. "I guess Lou is, ah…changing?"

"Mm-hm. She is a bedwetter, after all."

"Right…"

"Something wrong?"

"…lots of things are wrong. I just don't get how anyone can be so okay with wearing and uncontrollably wetting a diaper at our age."

"It's one of those a mile in their shoes kind of things. If you wish to understand Lou Ellen a bit better, I'm sure she knows a spell or a potion to make you a bedwetter for enough of a time."

Annabeth's nose wrinkled. "I'd rather not, thanks." Then a look crossed her face that belayed a thought just went racing through her head, and she wanted to voice it but thought better of it. "I'll…I'll be up there. Getting some air…hey, rhyme time."

Annabeth got up and brushed past Percy with her eyes going anywhere but his him.

Percy had been alive long enough to know many female signals, and he was going to have to have a very long talk with Annabeth in the near-future before something very regrettable happened.

Anyway, now he was left alone in the gundeck, the sleeping reincarnations of his daughter huddled together a few feet down the way, leaving him with the dilemma of letting them sleep, or waking them up. His decision was made for him when a breeze blew through the deck, carrying with it the faint smell of old urine, which told Percy that more than likely Hylla had wet herself last night.

He went over to them and gently shook their shoulders. "Girls," he said firmly, "it's time to get up and ready yourselves for another day."

Christina and Maria had never been hard to awaken, and the same went for Hylla and Reyna. They both stirred, yawning and stretching their arms over their heads. However, it was when their eyes opened and focused on him did Percy's heart stop beating.

The sleep in their twins' eyes instantly cleared away, and there was something in there: recognition.

They knew.

They knew that he knew.

Seconds of silence broken only by the creaking of the ship and the rolling waves passed by. Then, the girls' faces started to go red, their eyes watering, their lower lips curling upwards.

"Papà," the both said.

Percy's eyes stung. "Le mie figlie."

Hylla and Reyna hurled themselves into Percy's open arms, and he held them to him as they sobbed into the crooks of his neck. Though they were crying, all three of them felt nothing but joy and happiness in this moment.

Lou Ellen poked her head out of the floor, and quickly scampered up the gangway so she didn't ruin the moment.

Percy turned his eyes to the ceiling, looking more through it than at it.

"Grazie, mio Dio, per questo grande dono."

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Yeah, with how mean I am to all the Percy's in my stories, I believe it's required of me to provide instances of happiness, like a father getting his daughters back after five hundred years.

The big question is: are there anymore present-day characters that are reincarnations of people from Percy's past lives?

Answer: maybe.

Desmond's basically the reincarnation of Altaїr, Ezio, Edward, and Connor, so there's those covered, more or less. The idea of Hazel being the reincarnation of Aveline sounds like fun, and the idea of Piper being the actual reincarnation of Connor sounds like a blast. Nico being the reincarnation of Giovanni, Virgil's son, also sounds like the groundwork for amazing drama. I haven't given any thought to Claudia, and I don't want to with Lou Ellen being what she is. I haven't thought of Arno or the Frye Twins, and I haven't given any thought to the Sixth Life beyond Percy being a Templar and it taking place during WWI.

So, there's a potentially massive playground for me frolic about.

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