Hi-ya! So, since the school year is starting I thought I'd make a bit of a schedule. Here's how things are going to work: During the week my schedule is filled with AP classes, band and softball. Unfortunately I had to stop playing soccer for the sake of my sanity. :( I really loved playing soccer... anyways that means I'll probably be updating on weekends. I know because you guys are amazing you'll stick with me even if I miss a deadline. Studies come first. End of discussion. Sorry for the long Author's Note, it just needed to be said. Disclaimer?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you may recognize in this story :)

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Flynn's PoV

"Flynn! We're going to Cuba!" I hear dad call from the kitchen. I groan and shove my head under my pillow. Silence and darkness... Sleep. Sleep is good. I hear my door open. Dad chuckles and sits on the foot of my bed.

"Listen sport, I know you don't want to go back there. Especially since the sea wreak but there's nothing we can do about that is there?" I shudder at the memory.

"Hey kiddo, there's a storm coming in, why don't you take your books and head under deck?" I shrugged couldn't be too bad could it? Daddy has this weird way with water. It's like the sea is always calm when he takes me out on the water to fish. I hate fishing. I just want to read my new book on the structure of corals in the Great Barrier Reef. I listen to my father and I go to the cabin on the large sail boat. Suddenly the boat started to lurch. I was thrown into the table.

"Daddy!" I ran to the door but it was barricaded by debris. I fell down again. I knew it wouldn't be logical to cry. Didn't stop me though. The tears poured out. I saw my father get thrown away from the wheel, knocked unconscious by the impact of the steel door.

I was pitched into the wall and the last thing I saw was a picture of mommy and daddy that lay cracked on the floor.

Time skip

When I woke up I saw a really pretty girl, about daddy's age. A little younger maybe. Daddy and her were talking. One of them must've seen me stir and they rushed over. She started patting my forehead with a cotton towel.

"It's okay Flynn," dad said. "she's an old friend."

"Hello Flynn," the pretty lady said. "I'm Calypso."

End flashback

Calypso was nice enough but we had to find mom, we took a bus back to New York and looked In our apartment. Everything was gone. Mom had moved away. Nobody had seen her since. So we moved to San Antonio and ended up living there for eleven years.

Now, I'm 17 turning 18 in about two weeks. I haven't seen mom since I was six. We have no pictures of her. It's just me and dad. And it looks like we're taking a trip to Cuba. The place where I last saw my mother.

Sam's PoV

I sat down at our dining room table. Mom was running in with a worried expression on her face.

"What happened? Are you okay?" She asked quickly, scanning her surroundings like she was going to be attacked.

Instinctively I reply that I am just fine. Mom asks those two questions WAY too often.

I see her eyes rest on the parchment in my hand. The grey orbs fill with curiosity. "What's that?" She ponders.

I finger the parchment's rough edges and begin to read:

"Hello, my name is Perseus 'Percy' Archimedes Jackson." My mother gasped. He was her lifetime best friend turned lover. I quickly returned to reading.

"Who ever you are, you're lucky. The hardest thing in life is a close friend or relative dying. It happens once maybe twice, to people you truly care about. Maybe it's a spouse, a best friend, a parent. Maybe it was a dog or grandfather. However, nothing could compare to what I've been through." Mom just shook her head in agreement.

"I'm going to sound absolutely mental, but hear me out please.

At twelve years old, I was bullied around by my evil step-father Gabe. Then, my mom was taken by the god Hades, I slew the Minotaur (yes from the Greek myths) and my best (and only) friend at the time turned out to be a saytr." Mom laughed. How could she laugh at a time like this. Wait. She knew about this? About greek myths being real? Dad must've been insane! "Mom, tell me honestly. Are greek myths real?"

She looked at me, suddenly very sad. "Yes." My mom was the smartest person I knew. If she said they were real then I had to believe her.

"Your father, the very person who wrote this note. Is the most powerful demigod-yes, as in half human, half god, I ever met. He had amazing abilities. He could control water like it was a pencil and paper, drawing a picture in his mind and creating it with the liquid. He caused volcanoes to erupt. He could create mini hurricanes. He was the only half-blood son of Poseidon back then." She says. I had never seen such admiration in her eyes before. My father must have been a great hero. Must be a great hero. He's still alive. He has to be.

"Mom, if dad was a demigod, and you are a demigod. Who's your godly parent?" I ask. I never knew I had godly blood running through my veins before.

"Athena." She replies. "Goddess of wisdom, battle strategy and crafts. Could you please continue? I would like to hear what else he wrote." I turn back to the paper that became very heavy in my hands.

"I was deemed son of Poseidon. which is pretty darn awesome. Then I went on this quest with my other friend and later wife, Annabeth Chase. The only thing that managed to keep me alive." Tears welled up in moms eyes. "Anyways, we became part of a nationwide man-hunt, got trapped in an abandoned water park, slayed medusa, got trapped in a casino of man-eating bell-boys, went to the underworld, played fetch with Cerberus, and met my uncle hades. Then I battled Ares, and won."

He's kidding right? "You guys didn't really do that did you?" She nodded, her blonde curls bouncing up and down.

"Only to have returned the most destructive weapon of all time to it's owner and the Helm of darkness to the king of the underworld." Wow really? My parents are soooo cool.

"Then at thirteen years old..."

Well then. We meet a new character and our young Samantha learns of the godS, our plot thickens. What will happen next? Just out of curiosity, does anybody want to beta for me? I need a beta reader but I'm not really sure how to do it.

Okay Let me clear some things up just in case it wasn't clear already.

Samantha "Sam"- Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase Jackson's daughter

Flynn- Percy and Annabeth's son.

Sorry about the long authors note at the beginning.

Have a wonderful week!

-AH