Hello there demi-gods and mere mortals.

How have you been?

Good news, I've finished all of my exams, for now anyway.

Bad news, I'm pretty sure I've faild :'(

But you don't care about that, you care about my story (which by the way makes me insanly happy XDXD)

Unfortunatly this chapter is a bit short, but it felt like the right place to end it.

Enjoy...

Missing

Bianca POV

Percy walked back towards us... alone.

I instantly felt worry sink into my stomach. "Where's Nico?" I asked, my voice going high with worry.

Percy just looked at me. I wasn't the least bit reassured when I saw the fear in his face. He grabbed my hand and gave Thalia a look which spoke one word, follow.

"Where's Nico? Where's my Brother?!!?" I screamed.

Thalia clamped her hand over my mouth. "Shut up Bianca! We don't know what's happened. We're thinking the worst but if we're wrong and you shout about it how long do you think it will be before this is on the news?" That silenced me. Thalia moved her hand and I silently preyed to every god I could think of that Nico was staring at some collectable mythomagic statue, perfectly safe.

Percy POV

I was fighting my ADHD to stay calm and not be impulsive. I silently lead the others to the main office of the theme park. I walked straight past the security guard and he shouted after me.

"Hey kids! You can't go in there!" I turned to him with a dark glare – my patience was running thin, I knew that ADHD would soon take over.

On seeing my face recognition and fear became prominent o his, "S-Sorry sir. Go right a head."

I did and I found a girl of about 18 sitting at a desk.

"Hey, you're not supposed to be in here," she said barely glancing at us.

"I can go where I want," I stated through gritted teeth. This got her attention.

"Hey! You're one of the Olympia kids... Percy!"

"Because I needed you to tell me my own name," I snapped in harsh sarcasm. "Now you are going to pick up that radio and tell all of the guards to look for and 8 year-old European-American boy. Black hair, dark brown eyes, tanned skin. Wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt with a skull on it," every word which came out of my mouth was a hard and deliberate order.

"Nico Olympia is lost!" the girl gasped. "I'll get the word out!"

I lost it then, "DON'T use the name Olympia or even Nico. Just give the description."

"But," the girl argued, shocked at my outburst, "more people would loo if they knew who it was."

"My cousin could be sitting on a bench perfectly fine," I yelled, my voice becoming aggressive. "You say Olympia and then it's the top story on every news broadcast in a matter of minutes!

"I am a member of the Olympia family. This park is owned by Olympia Industries. Unless you can see my father or any of my Uncles and Aunts in this office you will do what I say!"

She nodded, "Yes sir," and she said the description into the walkie talkie.

For 10 minutes I paced the office. My cousins and friends sat on the sofa in the corner watching me, I was making them nervous. When I heard every security guard say that they couldn't find him, over the radio, I turned to Annabeth.

"Take your brothers home. Don't talk about this, I'll call you later," I told her.

"If you need anything just ask," she told me softly. I nodded as they left the office.

"Thalia, take Bianca back to their place he might go there." Thall nodded and stood, pulling Bianca with her.

Bianca had tears streaming down her cheeks. I crouched in front of her and put my hands on her shoulders.

"I'm going to find him," I promised. She nodded and choked on a sob.

"What are you going to do Percy?" Thalia asked. I straightened and looked into her stormy blue eyes. I could see that she was fighting to keep her cool; she knew that I had lost it and if she did too things would only get worse.

"I'm going to the office."

It was the second unwritten law of Olympia kids that we don't go to the office unless our parents take us. I was breaking that law but it was called for. Thalia's eyes widened a little before she nodded and took Bianca out.

I inhaled deeply and stood collecting my thoughts. I turned back to the girl at the desk; she was watching me with sadness and sympathy in her eyes.

"This is family business. Don't talk about it," I ordered and left the room at hasty speed.

"Wait! Mr Olympia," the guard, who had tries to stop me before, called. I ignored him. "Sir a man dropped a letter off for you!"

I froze.

I hadn't known I was going there until an hour and a half before. I didn't make a habit out of visiting. So why would anyone bring me a letter here? I turned and snatched the envelope from the outstretched hand of the security guard.

The front read:

Perceus Olympia

Full First Name + Absence of Second Part of Surname = Serious Family Business On Dad's Side.

I shakily tore it open to find a message written in Ancient Greek.

You should take better care of your cousin Perceus.

More importantly your father and uncles should never have destroyed me.

Now I shall rise.

-The Lord of Time.

"Holy Poseidon!" I turned and ran at full speed. Within 10 minutes I had covered the 3 miles to the huge sky scraper which bore my family's name. I didn't stop for breath until I had got to the VIP elevator, punched in the code and was ascending to the meeting room on the 600th floor.

When the elevator dinged it startled the secretary. She quickly recovered when she saw me running towards the grand double doors, decorated with a platinum Ω.

"Wait! Master Olyimpia! It's not a good time," she yelled and grabbed my arm. I all ready knew it wasn't a good time from the shouting I could hear. But this couldn't wait until they waere in a good mood.

I yanked my arm free, "Go back to your desk," I ordered, quiet and firm.

"Yes sir," she immediately backed off. People often said that I had my father's temper. I was beginning to realise that it had the same effect on people.

I ran for the doors and pushed both open, rather dramatically.

Dad, Zeus and Hades were in the centre of the room yelling at each other. They – along with everyone else there – snapped their heads up on hearing my entrance.

"Perceus go home!" my Dad growled in annoyance, though I saw the slightest hint of shock and worry cross his eyes.

I couldn't take that order, nor could I think of how to put this gently. So I just yelled:

"Granddad's kidnapped Nico!"

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