Yay! Fourth chappie!

To: MJ-Booklover: You'll find out now...hehehe

Aaaaaaaaand on with the story! :D

Percy P.O.V.

As we were driving, my mom opened up a topic she'd been avoiding for as long as I could remember: my dad.

"Your father was a wonderful person, but he couldn't really handle being a father. He gave me all I ever wanted. He gave me you, Percy."

I sat there, stunned. "Why are you talking about this now? Is it because of the demonic science teacher? Does my dad have something to do with that?

She keeps driving, and I got the feeling that if I pressed her, she would start crying.

When we get to Montauk, we do what we always do. We tidy up our cabin, feed the seagulls, and roast blue marshmallows over a campfire. The weather was acting up, though. A hurricane was blowing through, which was crazy. It never happened this early.

My dream was really weird. It started regularly, I'm walking on a school roof, and the school roof collapses. But instead of waking up right as I hit the bottom, I crash through the grass and land in a cavern. Inside the cavern was a really creepy dude in about his 40 or 50s, and a blond dude in his 20s that I immediately categorized as a surfer guy. Anyway, the creepy guy started laughing and says, "A son of Poseidon. How kind of you to join us."

I narrowed my eyes at him. Who the hell was Poseidon-wait, back up. Poseidon, as in the God of the Sea? "Whoa, whoa, back up. A son of who now?"

That creepy guy just sighed and pulled out an envelope, then throws it to me. He says, "Read it, Perseus Jackson, and perhaps you will understand."

I yelled, "How the hell do you know my name? I never-" But before I could finish my rant, I was sucked into an abyss.

The abyss shoots me through sand, and about 40 yards away, two animals, a horse and an eagle, are fighting mercilessly. A storm is whipping around them.

I try to run forward to stop them, but my legs felt like jelly. The storm is keeping me out. As the storm grows bigger, the creepy guy's voice chuckles. "Help me rise, Perseus Jackson!"

The storm rips me apart, and I die.

A hurricane woke me up. The normally calm waves are raging now, almost getting to the cabin. The thunder clapped every time the waves reared back for another assault on the beach. On the next thunderclap, my mom woke up.

"Hurricane, a freak one to be exact," she said. Then, someone knocked on the door.

I fling it open, and there stood Grover, and his lower half wasn't human.

"Grover!" I shouted. "Why do you look like you're half barnyard animal?"

"Blaa-ha-ha!" Grover bleated. "I'm a satyr! Mr. Brunner got me to be friends with you, keep tabs on you." Seeing my look, he hastily continued. "Not that I was faking being your friend, because I am your friend, but-well, there's no time to explain! Come on! It's right behind me!"

I didn't need to be told twice, because right then, Gabe's car came hurtling at us. We dove to the side, and our cabin got destroyed along with the car.

I looked through the whipping winds, and saw a bullman hybrid thingy. Ordinarily, I would've gone up and inspected it, but ordinarily it doesn't seem hellbent on trying to kill us, so, case closed.

The three of us ran up a hill, per Grover's instructions, but then the bull guy caught up to us. He had horns on his head, and meaty paws.

"Holy shit! He's the Min-"

"Pasiphae's son," my mom interrupted me. "Don't say his name, that makes him mad."

As if on cue, the bull guy that had Pasiphae as a mom roared out and charged us.

"Percy, this monster only has one gear, forward. Wait until the last second, then jump aside."

Obediently, I waited until his horns were about 4 feet away from puncturing my head, then dove aside. I shouted, "Ole!" just for the hell of it.

My mom was correct. The guy kept charging forward another 15, 20 feet. Then he turned, and charged my mom.

My mom mimicked my actions. The bull guy, however, knew the trick, and as my mom was diving aside, the bull man grabbed her with one meaty paw, and squeezed.

No, I thought. My mom can't be dead. She can't be!

But deep in my gut, I knew it was true.

With a primal roar, I charged the beast. It snorted and charged.

Distance was closing fast. 50 feet, 30…

Right when he was about to ram into me, I leaped right up into the air and grabbed a horn and yanked up.

It tore out of his body, and the bull guy roared in pain, then charged Grover.

Grover! I'd forgotten about him, The bull guy had knocked him unconscious. I did the impulsive thing: I stabbed bull-man with his own horn.

He roared, and leaped forward in one last desperate attempt to make a Grover sandwich. He got closer...30 feet...20 feet...10 feet…

When he was 5 feet away, he dissolved into golden dust. I ran to Grover, picked him up, and started making my way up the hill, where a crowd of people were waiting.

I had barely made my way up when I dropped Grover and keeled over into the grass.

When I regained consciousness, I was in what looked like a hospital. My doctor ran over, except that this doctor was a kid. She had a blonde ponytail with unsettling gray eyes and a healthy tan.

She handed me what looked like cake, and set a glass down next to me. When I looked, it was filled with...apple juice?

"Drink that and eat this," she said, well, demanded. Seeing as I had no choice, I obeyed.

I nearly choked on both of them.

The cake tasted delicious, like someone had made a cake version of my mom's sweet candy. It brought back bad memories.

The "apple juice" tasted nothing like apple juice. It was like my mom's liquid blue cookies. Also bringing back bad memories.

I instantly felt somewhat reenergized, but the girl commanded me to sleep.

When I woke up (again), I was in the same bed, but the girl was no longer there. Instead, a blue-eyed man stood watch over me. He had eyes on the back of his head. Literally.

He had so many eyes, it was hard to keep track. Two eyes where they should be, an eye on his forehead, two eyes on the back of his neck, three eyes on the back of his head, twelve eyes on each arm, eight eyes on each leg. I had a suspicion that there was an eye on his tongue.

Grover came in and sat down next to me. "Listen, Perce, about your mom...I'm sorry. I'm the worst satyr in the world."

He starts crying. In all rights, the world should be black and white. Nothing should have any color, any life. Because my mom is dead.

A familiar face turns the corner.

"Mr. Brunner, why are you here?" I didn't expect to see my old teacher here, in all places.

He smiles thinly. "I don't teach at Yancy anymore, Percy. And Mr. Brunner was just a pseudonym."

I look at him, confused, until he sighs. He rises from his wheelchair, and he turns into a horseman.

"Call me Chiron, Percy."

I was too sad to even be shocked. "Trainer of all the heroes, or just another Chiron?"

Chiron gave me a sympathetic glance. "Your mother loved you a great deal, Percy. The reason she married your stepfather is because his smell is so overpowering, he hid your smell, and monsters didn't attack."

Hmm. So Gabe was good for something. But Chiron's speech brought back memories. "Please, don't talk about my mother. It's too much for me."

Chiron just gave me this look, and for a second, he showed the pain that's been hidden behind the veil of his eyes. The pain that's added up watching his students die.

"Percy, this may shock you. Don't get your hopes up, but merely accept it as a statement. Do you understand?"

In all honesty, I didn't understand what Chiron was getting at, so I just laid back and said, "Fire away."

Chiron took a deep breath, and he looked me straight in the eye.

"Your mother isn't dead, Percy."

Woo! Two chappies in a day! I'm amazing, aren't I ;)

Like I said, either Percy can remain single, or he can go with someone else. I don't have a problem with Percy getting with another guy, but it's difficult to write (for me at least), so I'd prefer it to be a girl.

Remember to R&R!