A.N. Go on, say it. I deserve to die a slow and painful death. I will go ahead though, and pull the whole 6 hours of homework a night from my 3 AP classes, I don't even play a sport right now….. so I, again, am very sorry.

Oh, and I don't know about you guys, but I am soooo excited for S.O.N. Oh, and has anyone noticed that the initials for Son of Neptune, actually spells out son?

Chance's P.O.V.

*knock knock knock* "Chance?" I quickly turned from the picture back to her door. "I found a shirt for you. It might be a bit big. But I'm leaving it on your bed."

"Ok." I decided to forget the pictures for now, and head to my shower. I had a long day ahead of me.

I walked into her simple bathroom. The walls were painted a soft gray/silver, with marble counters, a basic toilet and shower. I turned on the faucet to warm to warm up the water heater, and stripped down. I looked in the mirror and found that I was much different than the boy who had just found out his mother didn't make it.

I got in the shower and let the hot water run over my body. I couldn't comprehend what I was doing until I started to run my hands through my hair as I rinsed out the shampoo. I was standing in some girls apartment, in the city of the GODS. The beings that ran the universe, the beings that had control over me. And one of these gods is my bio logical father. It all kinda sank in. I stood there with the hot water running over my body, sinking into every pore. I was having an out of body experience.

After a while, I decided that I needed to get out. I turned off the water, dried off and changed. I walked out of the bathroom, out of Marina's room and into the living room, still wiping a towel through my hair.

Marina was sitting with her back to me on the couch. I walked up to the back and peered over her shoulder. She was reading Gone with the Wind, in ancient greek. I couldn't tell you what it said.

I tapped her shoulder and she jumped. I laughed.

"I'm done with my shower." I managed to get out between chuckles.

"I can see that." She rolled her eyes. She stood up. She was wearing her pajamas already. Short cotton shorts, a baggy shirt, and her hair in a pony tail.

"Yah, um.. So I am going to go to bed now."

"Night, Chance." She said as I reached for my door.

"Night." I closed the door gently behind me, and saw the shirt on my bed. It was a black button up. I pulled off my shirt and threw the button up on. It fit like a glove. I looked in a mirror and I smiled. I looked good. I immediately thought of the man in Marina's photo. The man that was holding her, he was wearing a shirt like this. I shook my head. This is not the same shirt. That would be weird.

I took the shirt off, and threw my old one back on. I jumped on the bed, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.

- 5ish hours later-

I woke up with a dry throat and decided that I needed water. I rolled out of bed and quietly opened the door. A light peeked out through the cracks of Marina's door. I shuffeled back into my room. 2:32 a.m., my clock read. What in the world is she doing still up? I walked over to her room, and knocked gently.

"Marina? Mariiinaaa?" I pushed open the door to see the auburn hair girl fast asleep. And that wasn't the shocking part. The lamp on her bed side table was still on. Wasn't the shocking part. Her back was to me, with her book on the ground. Part of the shocking part. The blanket that covered her body, rested on her hips and to the end of her bed, she was still wearing her shorts, only she changed into a sports bra. Again, only part of the shock factor.

What scared me, to the point where I almost dropped, was what was on her back. Three harsh, raw and red jagged marks traced from her right shoulder to her left hip. They took up most of her back. I subconsciously walked closer to her. Even closer in the light, they looked worse. How did I not notice them the day on the beach?

She mumbled something in her sleep (which sounded a lot like 'Daddy') and rolled over onto her back. I was still freaked out, so I got out of there fast. I stepped into my room, thoughts of my dehydration disappeared.

It took hours for me to finally fall asleep, the images of her back kept flashing in my mind. But I eventually sank into the darkness of sleep.

I woke to the smell of waffles, and the snapping of grease in a pan. I drug myself out of bed, and drug my feet to the kitchen. Marina's back was to me. I was about to flinch away when I noticed she was wearing a shirt. She was humming to some unknown song. I took a seat at a chair next to the counter behind her. I smiled as she continued cooking away. Still not noticing me. I coughed.

"Oh." She turned around wide eyed. "Good morning sleepy head." She smiled. I still wasn't use to her bi- polarness. "I made waffles, and bacon. We have water, orange and apple juice and milk." She pulled two plates and cups out of a cupboard.

"That sounds great. I'm starving. I'll have a cup of milk please." She smiled and nodded. She pulled out the milk from the fridge and filled the two cups. She handed on to me. She turned around to dish up the food. She handed me one of the two plates. The Hades?

I had like 4 strips of bacon, and two blue waffles. I raised my eye brow at her, and she laughed.

"It's a family tradition sort of thing." I continued staring. "It's food coloring." She shook her head and took a bite. I shrugged and did the same. And man, was it good.

We sat in silence eating our breakfast.

"So, you nervous?" Marina asked while taking a sip of her milk, leaving her a mustache.

"Yah, a bit." I smiled at her. I couldn't help but smile at the white mark on her upper lip. She tilted her head, and blushed when she realized what it was. Her eyes were down casted. I laughed, and she started to, too.

We slowly started to, a faint pink still present on her cheeks.

"You know what?" She asked. "I know practically nothing about you." She picked up both of our plates, and dropped them in a sink. "Tell me about yourself. Or oh! Better yet, how about a game of 20 questions. Nothing super deep, but it would be nice to actually know who we are."

"Uh, sure. What do you want to know?" She thought for a second.

"Where were you born?"

"I was born in Seattle, Washington."

"Then what ar-"

"Ah, it's my turn. Where were you born?" She sighed.

"I was born in San Diego, California. Now, if you were born in Seattle, what are you doing here, in New York?"

"Well, when I was about 9, my mom got a better job here. She also mentioned about it being safer. I never knew what she meant by that, until a few days ago." I paused. "What about you? If you were born in Cali, what caused you to come all the way over here to the East Coast?" A sad smile found her way onto her face.

"My um, adoptive are from here. And they knew I would be safer here, in New York. So I was lucky enough to live here my whole life."

"Your parents knew that you were-"

"Ah, it's my turn, now isn't it. Hmm… What, what happened? I mean, what put you in the hands of your foster parents? And don't answer if it's to personal."

"No, it's not. My, uh, my mom, was really young when she had me. My grandparents kicked her out of the house. She had friends in Washington that took her in. She had me, and lived there for another 9 years. She was offered a better job here. I never knew what it was. She never really explained any of it to me. I guess it all kinda makes sense now. Any ways, about 2 years ago, we were at home relaxing. I was watching some T.V. and she was doing laundry." I stopped. I felt an overwhelming amount of pressure on my chest, and I could feel the tears building up. I took a deep breath and released a shaky one. "A huge dog looking thing crashed through the house. Ironically in the little laundry room we had. It, it hit the water heater. It all happened so fast." I stopped and looked up. Marina's eyes were clouded. She looked so sad. "It took out the water heater. The explosion took it out, and it took my mom too." I looked down.

We sat in silence for a while. I finally caught my breathe and looked up. She sat there patiently.

"I'm so sorry." I shook my head.

"Nah, don't be. I've come to terms with it. It helps talking about it though." She nodded.

"I wish I was that strong."

"What are you talking about? I've known you for what, 4 days? You're like the strongest person I know." She let out a shaky laugh.

"Thanks, but I'm not." She started to get up and clean the dishes.

"Hey. What abo-"

"Oh, shit! We need to go!" She looked at the clock. "It's 10! We need to be in front of the council in an hour!" She pushed me off the chair, down the hall and into my room.

Within ten minutes, I was dressed, and waiting to use the bathroom to brush my teeth. I stood leaning against the door frame of Marina's room, tooth brush and tooth paste in hand.

The door creaked open, and Marina stepped out. She was wearing some plain dark blue skinny jeans, and a white blouse. Her hair was in a high bun, and her face was framed with small framed glasses.

"Nice glasses."

"Hardy har har. I need them for reading." I raised my eye brow.

"You weren't wearing them last night."

"I wear them once and a while. Especially in the meeting, when the Gods know that I need glasses. Cause you know, Poseidon will be there, and he'll get on my case." I nodded.

Within another 20 minutes, we were out the door.

We walked through the streets in silence. I could tell that Marina was in her own little world thinking about what she was going to do and say.

I was looking around when I noticed a trend in what everyone wearing. They were all in white. Like everyone was wearing white. The satyrs and the godlings. Did we not get the memo?

"Hey, Marina?"

"Hmm?"

"Is there a memo we didn't get?" She looked around. Her face sunk in.

"No. We uh, don't have to partake in that. And it's the rest of the week kinda thing."

"What's it for?" She took a deep breath before answering.

"Today, is the 7 year anniversary of the death of Annabeth and Percy Jackson."

That's when it got awkward. We continued walking for about another 5 minutes.

The main temple stopped me in my tracks.

"Spectacular, isn't it? Annabeth designed it after the Second Titan War. Part of it was destroyed, so the Gods just figured they would get the whole thing redone." She eyed the building like she knew exactly what was put into it. It was amazing. Tall pillars held it up, and the very top, the edges were carved to mark out the gods. There were different scenes.

Marina grabbed my arm and dragged me in before I could get a really good look. The tall, heavy doors opened to a huge throne room. There were some HUGE chairs all facing a fire in the center. Each chair was about 10 feet tall, and was obviously designed to each god.

"Ok, so when the gods get here, you will first kneel at Zeus' feet, then, and only when he says to, you will rise, and back up. I will do the speaking. Do not speak unless spoken to. And most importantly, remain profess- Lady Hestia!" Ms. Professional, took off towards the girl who couldn't have been more than 13.

"Hello, Marina." They hugged. "My goodness, you have grown up so fast." They both smiled.

"Will you be here for the hearing?"

"Of course. I'm mainly here as a mediator." Marina's smile got larger. "How are you? And I mean, how are you with today?" I could hear the double meaning.

"I'm ok. It's been 7 years now. And I'm getting there." Marina gave a soft smile. "Oh! Lady Hestia." She pulled the girl towards me. "This is Chance Sterling. Son of Zeus. Chance, this is Lady Hestia. Goddess of Home and Hearth." My eyes widened.

"Don't worry honey. I'm nothing like my siblings. I am neither harsh nor sensitive." She gave me a friendly smile, and I instantly felt at home. "Also, if you any one ever feels the need, there is always a warm place and food here." She gave me one last light smile. And I could hear the footsteps.

Hestia gave us both one last hug and smile, before she resumed her place at the hearth. Marina grabbed my arm, and pulled me to her side, and didn't let go.

12, 20 feet tall gods and goddesses entered the room, and found their respectable places. They were huge, and powerful, and if it weren't for the fact that Marina stood next to me and periodically squeezed my arm, I would have freaked.

I would try and explain what they looked like, or how it felt to stand in their presence, but I couldn't even understand it myself.

Marina yanked me to the feet on the God in the middle of the 'U' form. I kneeled.

"Rise." The God's booming voice pulled me to my feet. "What is the case?"

"Lord Zeus." Marina spoke. So this was my father. " I present to you, and the Olympic Council, your son. Chance Sterling is an 18 year-old, who was not even discovered by a satyr. About 4 days ago, I rescued him myself from a Fury," the gods glanced towards a man sitting in a pure black, obsidian chair. "and the Minotaur. There was no knowledge at camp that he was alive. That is why we are here today." She sounded like she had done this time and time again. Which she probably has.

"The girl speaks the truth." A woman on my left spoke. She had sharp gray eyes, and her dark hair pulled up out of her face. "There is no record at the camp of a Son of Zeus arriving."

"I was not aware either, that my husband had sired another child. I normally have an idea of it, but there was no indication this time." A woman to the right of my father spoke. She held such distaste in her eyes as she watched me.

"I do see much similarities between Zeus and the boy. But tell us, Boy, what is your story? What gives you the right to claim that you truly are a Son of Zeus?" A man on my right spoke. He was scarred, and well, ugly. I was too afraid to speak. Marina nudged my side.

"Well, um. I'm um. Not really sure. My mom never told me who my real father was. She just said that he was powerful, and that he loved her. That was kinda it. It was a sore subject for her. Then, 2 years ago, we were attacked by a um.. a Helhound?" Marina nodded. "Yah. Well it killed her. And I was sent to live with my foster family. And I never found anything else out. Then a couple of days ago, Marina found me, took me to camp, and well, I was claimed." Every looked at Zeus. There was some whispering.

"Zeus basically sentenced himself by claiming you. They are aware that you really are his son. This is kind of a formality to get the back ground." Marina whispered. "What the real hearing is about, is what is to be done about the whole waiting for an excess of 5 years to claim you." She leaned away from my face. She was so close I could feel her breathe on the back of my neck.

I looked to see a man on the other side of my father. He had black hair, and sea green eyes. He was studying me and Marina. It was Poseidon. His green eyes analyzed me for a few seconds, before landing on his daughter.

"SILENCE!" Zeus' voiced boomed through the throne room, and a flash of lightning flashed. "The boy, is my son. I sired him 18 years ago. I did keep him a secret for my own personal reasons. You two are dismissed for today."

"The rest of the hearing will re-adjourn tomorrow." Marina bowed, and I followed suit. She grabbed my hand and dragged me outside.

"That was it? Seriously? I thought we were going to be in there for hours."

"No. That was a formality. Everyone knows that you are a Son of Zeus. They needed to hear it from you. They normally have it for the minor gods or goddesses or the other Olympians. Because as much as any Demi-god attracts monsters, kids of the Big Three, Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades, have a tendency to be more attractive, if you understand. So normally, the Big Three, keep better track of their kids, and report them. This gets everyone on the same track."

"Why is this so, like, not a big deal for you?"

"I do this, all the time. The gods have gotten better, but there are the instances when my services are called upon."

"Oh."

"And I don't want you to feel unimportant. Because you are," She and I both blushed. "But it is reality. And it's something we all have to face." I nodded.

"So, you think I'm important?" She blushed harder and was about to retort when he name was called.

"Marina!" We turned and saw the green eyed, dark haired man that was glaring at me. Poseidon.

"Dad!" She smiled and jumped into his arms. He kissed her forehead.

"How are you my dear?" He glowed at her when as they parted.

"I'm good. I'm getting better. How are you? Today isn't really the best, is it?"

"I'm good. I'm deffinatly coping better than I was." They smiled at each other. "So you are my nephew?" Lord Poseidon threw a look my way.

"Yes, Sir."

"Hm. This one has manners. I like that. Well, I have to go and Iris message Amphitrite. I'll see you too later." He gave one last hug to Marina and left.

"Amphitrite?" Marina turned around with a dropped jaw.

"Poseidon's immortal wife, and mother of his godly son." I was still silent. "Do you know any of the legends?"

"I know the basics. Like who is who. That's kinda it."

"We are so going to the library." She turned around and started to head down the path we had taken to get here. "But I want to get out of this, then we'll head over there."

"Why a library? And you're in what? 1 inch heels, skinny jeans, a shirt and glasses? What's wrong with that?" I said as I caught up with her.

"You need to learn the legends, all of them are kept in the library, and my philosophy is if it's not a regular shirt, skinny jeans and sneakers, there is an issue."

"Uhh huh."

"That and, the shirt you're wearing is kind of old. So you need to change out of it before it gets ripped."

"What do you mean, old?"

"Long story." I'm really starting to hate that she gives me these stupid vague answers.

We changed and she started to lead me in a different way. We passed people laughing and talking. The dress code still seemed to be the same as this morning. It's a respect thing. Marina told me. That it was in rememberance.

"So, wanna finish that game of 20 questions?" I asked since we hadn't gotten any were in 10 minutes, and I had no clue as to when we get there.

"Sure."

"Last night, and I'll get to the question at the end of this. But last night, well this morning. I woke up to get a drink of water. And when I left my room, I saw that your light was on. I wanted to see if you were still up, so I knocked and when you didn't answer, I went in. Well, your back was to me, and your covers were pulled down. And I sa-"

"You saw the scars?" She whispered, looking at me. We stopped walking, and faced each other.

"Yah. What, what happened?"

"Well, it was from my first un assisted monster killing when I was 10."

"Oh."

"I actually go those scars, 7 years ago, today."

"Oh?"

"Yah." She took a deep breath. "Well you're going to find out eventually, because a lot of people know." She looked down. "I get really emotional when it comes to the whole Percy Jackson thing. He was a son of Poseidon, and me being a daughter, I would have known him anyways. He and Annabeth spent a lot of time at camp helping out." Her voice got thicker, and I could catch some tears running down her cheeks. "My birth mother died giving birth to me. And unlike the other Demi-god children, I was not going to be placed in an orphanage or just right to Camp Half-Blood." She paused again. "I really was born in San Diego. But, with my mother's death, Poseidon took me to his son's home."

"So, those pictures in your room?"

"They are of me and my adoptive parents."

"And?"

"I received these scars 7 years ago today. That was the same day that I killed my first monster, I killed my first Drakon. I killed the drakon that killed my adoptive parents. I received these scars, killing the drakon that killed Percy and Annabeth Jackson."

A.N. So I made it longer. I'm really sorry that it took me so long to update. I haven't been sleeping because I've been up every other night from homework. So please don't kill me.

Hope you liked the ending enough to review!

P.S. I'm thinking about making the next chapter in Marina's P.O.V. tell me what you think!