Akantha Stared at Percy like he was nuts.

"Of course I know my dad! His name is Shane."

"What about your mom?" He said disbelievingly.

" Elizabeth. We live in New York."

"Okay, what about your brothers?" he was obviously confused.

"Forget that. Which parent do you look like?" Annabeth cut in.

"My mom, my dad is really short and has this weird afro."

Percy, Annabeth and Grover exchanged knowing looks.

Akantha wanted to cut out their lungs and hit them over the head with them until they gave her some answers, but she was trying to control herself these days. But if they didn't give her some answers about why some sadistic hotel employees had tried to kill her, she was going to start busting heads.

She sipped her coffee, and then spat it out. This Starbucks SUCKED.

"He isn't your dad. Your fathers name is Poseidon."

"Like the guy from the myths?"

"Those aren't myths; Poseidon is both of our fathers." Akantha slugged him in the gut.

"What do you think? That I'm insane? Because you obviously are!" Akantha grabbed her latte and sprinted down the street.

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"That didn't go as horribly as usual." Annabeth pulled out her handy dandy GPS tracker and started following Akantha down the street.

I stood gaping at her, how could that gorgeous girl keep surprising me?

"You coming Seaweed Brain?"

Percy jumped up and sprinted after her.

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A single tear leaked out of my green eyes. Shane was my father. No matter what any DNA test had said, mom hadn't ever cheated on him. She just wouldn't.

What was with these freaky kids and invisible bodies and the just plain weirdness of today? I dipped my hand into the fountain, letting the water slip up my arm. So What if people stared at my miraculously dry sleeve draped in water? I needed a friend right now.

The clarity in this fountain was unnatural, like a bleached blonde with too much mascara. I preferred the saltwater in the ocean at home. My first home. Not this makeshift apartment to stuffed with brothers.

That was where I would go. Jonah would give me a nuggie and four year old Dannie would show me his latest artwork, smattered in blue.

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I knocked on the door. Examining the door, everything seemed so much more beat up; I was only gone for a day, wasn't I?

An answer came immediately, in the form of an unrecognizable tear streaked woman.

"Akantha? Am I dreaming?" her eyes rolled back and she fell over.

"Who is it mom?" came a familiar voice.

"Drew?" I called. Drew was my favorite brother, he was sixteen, and by far the nicest one of them.

"Akantha? What the heck?" He looked bewildered and angry and terrified and older all at the same time.

"James, Jonah, Dannie, Hal, Sam, Dad! Get in here now!" He sank into a puffy couch, staring at me like I was a ghost.

Six more male heads stuck out from a bunch of random doors. Three shrieked in a most unmanly way, one ran towards me, The Other two fell ungracefully to the floor.

"Akannie! Where did you go? Don't leave me again!" Dannie shot out, wrapping his arms around my waist. He was taller.

"I was only gone for a day! What's with the shooting up overnight and the shrieking and fainting?" I tried to add some sarcasm to my statement, but it fell flat.

"A day? We haven't seen you in two years."

Didn't see that one coming.