Alex was confused. When the light died down, there were about two hundred teenagers standing in the middle of the room looking around confused. Now as if this weren't strange enough, they were standing in ranks and all of them were wearing armour and held various weapons like shields and spears made of solid gold. He didn't know where they got them but the must have been rich.

At the front was a skinny, blond haired, blue eyed boy of about eighteen years with pale skin and wearing a purple toga-who wears togas anymore- who looked to be in charge though you could see some looks of disgust thrown at him behind his back by some few teenagers. Most if not all of them had a tattoo of some sort on their forearms. They were in five groups of forty with two people at the head of each group.

Mrs. McKinnon got out of her stupor long enough to start her questions, "Who are you and how did get into my school and where did you get those weapons?"

Before they could answer, there was another flash and this time, a group of about seventy to eighty teenagers appeared having some sort of bronze material metals. Most of them had leather necklaces much like the one Percy always wore. When the groups caught of each other, there started a racket of shouts and insults and some even drew weapons. Just as I thought there would be a full blown blood bath in the school, eight more kids appeared. Six were in a group while the other two appeared each separately.

As soon as they saw what was going on, they stepped to the middle.

"QUIET!"

I never thought eight teenagers could be so loud. And you could feel the order in their words. The black haired regal girl with a purple cape turned to one group and with a look that could kill, demanded to know what was going on. The skinny boy stepped forward and shouted, "You are no longer our praetor. You committed treason and thus we voted you out and so you have no command over us."

Before any more could be said, a girl with short black hair and in punk clothes which a tiara that totally clashed suddenly ran to a blond boy with matching electric blue eyes and hugged him. Imagine my surprise when she said, "Jason, thank the gods you're alive."

She then looked around and asked," Where are Percy and Annabeth?"

Immediately, many people developed an interest in their shoes.

"Where are they? Nico?"

Said boy jumped and looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"They're in T-T-Tartarus. We- we um don't know where they are exactly. But they're alive. They have to be. I… guess."

The girl looked like somebody had sucker punched her in the stomach.

"Why are we here then? I'm pretty sure we were in Epirus a minute ago," said a buff Asian boy.

That is the question, isn't it?

Suddenly, three old ladies appeared. All the 'guests' bowed.

We have brought you here to get over your rivalries. To learn truths and uncover long buried secrets and to teach the mortals of the truths of their world and what you do for them. As long as you are here, there will be no fighting and time will be frozen. Percy and Annabeth will join you soon as if we take them from where they are currently, we will be endangering them. Now introduce yourselves. I am sure the mortals are confused.

The ladies disappeared and they turned to us. Soon, we were hearing all sorts of stories and been given all sorts of explanations. When done, they all sat on the ground and sat to wait. About a minute later, we heard a shout and looked up. Two people were falling from the sky. I didn't even know the roof could open. They landed on their feet. One was a girl with blonde holding a sword made of bone I think. The other was a boy with raven black hair with a bronze glowing sword. Both were in tattered clothes, were dirty, had backpacks and had their eyes shut.

When they landed, they looked relieved but soon turned confused.

"Wise girl, we landed but why is the ground feel like concrete and why is there light behind my eyelids?"

"Great question. Also I don't hear any screams or shouts for our blood or any pursuers. I'm pretty sure they've figured it out by now, don't you think?" she replied.

They looked to be searching or listening for something when someone drew a sharp breath. Immediately, the two were alert with their eyes still closed.

"Percy?" Percy? That was our Percy? As in Percy Jackson?

"Paul? Is that really you? I swear if this is a trick, it isn't funny."

"Percy, it's really me. The stepfather you were first cautious of then came to respect and like and I got you into Goode and you told me the truth then I helped you and you later disappeared. Trust me, you can open your eyes now."

Percy slowly opened his eyes and blinked multiple times as though he couldn't see then slowly looked around as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Paul moved to stand before him and faster than I could comprehend, Percy had him in what looked like a crushing-your-ribs bear hug.

"P-P-Paul. I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. How's mom? Where is she? Is she fine?"

Paul simply held him as he continued rambling and let him bury his face in the crook of his neck and in that moment, everybody could see just how young he was and how fast he had grown if this was his life. The black-haired girl stepped forward to the blonde.

"Hey, Annabeth, it's me, Thalia. I'm going to hug you okay?"

Then she engulfed her in a hug.

Soon, they all looked up as though nothing had happened and headed to sit with those who had arrived last. They were both given bear hugs and I didn't understand what was wrong but by the looks on everyone's face, it wasn't good. They were soon all caught up and we were waiting for further instructions.

Good, now everyone is here and we are all caught up, let us go on. Oh, Percy, Annabeth, when we take you back to where you were, the first thing you should do is run. She will be sure to have figured it out by then and you will make the jump, don't worry.

They both ignored the strange looks they were getting from everyone. A book appeared and fell in Paul's lap.

"Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Last Olympian," he started