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Percy woke to the sounds of screams and cheers. Mature sunlight was now seeping through the window shields. He was alone in bed; Thalia must have woken up and headed out early. His internal radar told him it was about 1:00 p.m. Percy rolled out of bed and went to do the essentials, all provided by Leo's Argo III services. He kept his orange T-shirt on, but threw on a pair of sweatpants before he jogged out of the ship. Once he was outside, Percy had to blink twice to make sure he was really seeing this.

Camp Half-Blood was restored. The Big House loomed in its former glory. The cabins were restored, as if they had never been blown up by Greek Fire. The arena, the armory, and the Mess Hall were all standing tall again. Percy wondered if the past couple days was a huge dream. That thought was pushed to the side when he saw the water still surrounding all of Camp. However, the body of water had been changed so it had shores, birds, and magical rafts tethered to the boundaries of Camp Half-Blood. From a distance, Percy was sure that the Camp looked like a paradise. Percy's attention drew to the volleyball courts, where a large crowd of people had gathered. Percy jogged over there and stood next to Thalia, Grover, and Juniper over to the side. He saw campers hugging one another, and other campers were crying and laughing.

Percy was having trouble interpreting what was going on. Grover leaned over and whispered, "All the campers and Cyclopes who had fallen in the battle were resurrected. Everyone's come back to life and Camp has been restored." Percy's blood went cold. Did this mean that Thanatos was chained up again? Did Annabeth manage to do that once more? A collective gasp from the crowd turned Percy's attention to where they were looking at. Standing in the lake that ran through the center of camp was a man with a Hawaiian-print shirt on. He had his hands in the pockets of blue khaki shorts, and was knee deep in the rushing water. He had gray-ish stubble, but still clean-cut black hair. He had sea green eyes and a kindly smile.

Poseidon, Lord of the Seas, has arrived at Camp Half-Blood.

Everyone began to kneel, including Thalia and Grover. Percy swallowed and sank to one knee. He wasn't sure if his father was going to be happy or disappointed with Percy. He hadn't talked to his father in months, ever since he tried to live a life of retirement. When Poseidon heard the news, he had decided to keep a safe distance away, a sentiment Percy now understood. He stared at the ground, but his heart took a leap when he heard, "PERCY! GET OVER HERE, MY BOY!"

Percy sprinted like a track star into the rushing water and hugged his father as the two of them laughed together. Poseidon smelled like a cool sea breeze and his hug was firm. Percy heard the other campers slowly get up from their knees as they watched them in the water. Poseidon pulled back and looked at his son, unable to contain a smile as he drank in the sight. "My full-grown son. My SON!" Poseidon pulled Percy in another hug that reminded him of Tyson's attacks.

Chiron clopped to the front of the group. "Lord Poseidon. What brings you here today, and what is all of this, if you don't mind me asking?"

Poseidon put Percy down and advanced towards Chiron. "A gift from the gods. Once we saw who was responsible for everything…well, we knew that we couldn't intervene in the affairs of demigods too much. But Zeus did give us permission to rebuild the Camp that is responsible for training our children into becoming-" Poseidon turned to Percy. "-strapping young men and women."

Percy blushed, but saw Thalia look away with a scowl on her face. Poseidon put his arms out and basked in the sunlight, turning around in a circle. "So, we used some of our power to restore this wonderful place. Once Percy…changed the structure of the earth around the Camp, we used more of our powers to turn it into a true island. Camp Half-Blood is now surrounded by water."

Poseidon pointed towards the corner of the Long Island Sound behind the climbing wall. "From there, all the way to there," he pointed to the corner of Zephynos Creek, "is water that expands two hundred feet out towards the forest. Anyone who is a demigod or is allowed through by Chiron will be sent magical rafts that will pick them up and take them safely to the camp."

A lot of oohs and ahhs reverberated through the crowd.

Poseidon continued. "Hades also was quite irritated with the surge of demigods that came down to Hades. As a reward and an incentive to keep surviving, Hades has brought back all of those who have died in the last battle you all had." There were some hugs and tears in the crowd once more.

Poseidon swept the crowd. "Thalia Grace!"

Thalia looked up and stepped forward. She eyed Poseidon carefully. "Yes, Lord Poseidon?"

Poseidon looked at Thalia ominously and Percy was afraid that he was going to give her some bad news. Instead, Poseidon broke into a smile and boomed, "Zeus is very proud of you as well! He can't stop talking about you and your brother. Thalia this, Jason that, all day long. Very good work, you two. You've made him as proud of you all as he's been of any of his children."

Both Jason and Thalia blushed and thanked Poseidon embarrassingly. Piper grinned and rubbed Jason's arm encouragingly. Poseidon trained his attention on Percy. "Now, son…it's time that we took a little walk."

Poseidon and Percy walked through the lake, towards the cabins. Percy was curious of one thing. "Dad, did Zeus actually say that about Thalia and Jason?"

Poseidon cocked an eyebrow. "Of course not. He's much proud to actually say it out loud."

Percy had a bad taste in his mouth. "Oh. Then why did you say it?"

Poseidon kept his eyes forward. He always seemed to be a full head taller than Percy. "Because I saw the look on your friend's face when I had shown you my appreciation. Thalia is a gift to this mortal world; she uses all her skills to selflessly help as many people as she can. Jason helped defeat Gaea and led Camp Jupiter, for our sakes. Both of them deserve the appreciation, and frankly, I'm proud of them as their godly uncle."

Poseidon grinned and Percy smiled in response. He hoped to be like Poseidon one day, and he could see why my mother was attracted to him. Or why Poseidon was attracted to his mother. Or both. They walked past the cabins and towards the Mess Hall.

Percy looked at his father. "Do you have any advice about this whole situation? It's pretty crazy."

Poseidon nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, the whole situation is quite crazy. I believe that Annabeth is wrapped up in some sinister things, but I can't say much more. She was the queen of your heart, but now you are unsure of where she stands?"

Percy nodded. "Yeah, I have some people telling me that there's still good in her, and others telling me to kill her, and…I honestly don't know what to think."

Poseidon sighed. "Percy, she stole Cyrene away from you and ruined your shot at retirement. She attempted to kill your comrades and has kidnapped Nico. She also killed Iris," Poseidon stopped to look at Percy. "And that is not something that can be forgiven. I will never forgive her, your mother will never forgive her, and the Camp will never forgive her. Your main focus should be saving your sister, whatever it takes."

Percy nodded; Cyrene was always in the back of his mind since she was born. Poseidon continued to walk and his strides forced Percy to increase his. "How do I get past these feelings so I can stop her? I don't even know why she's doing this. She's been causing me all this despair recently, and I've been lucky that Thalia's been there for me. She's been the rainbow in this storm and without her, I don't know-'

"The rainbow in your storm?" Poseidon tried to suppress a smile.

Percy noticed it and frowned. "What?"

The god of the seas shook his head and put up his hands in mock retreat. "Nothing. I said nothing."

They reached the Fireworks Beach and Percy couldn't help but think of the time that he had gone to the fireworks with Annabeth. It was a pretty great time. Poseidon stared off at the Long Island Sound and took a breath, which Percy thought was weird because gods don't need oxygen. "Iris would like to talk with you."

Percy did a double take. "Iris? Really?"

Poseidon nodded and trained his eyes on Percy. "If you're up for it, she would like to give you an offer."

Percy nodded his head. "Yeah. I still feel guilty about her death, so by all means."

Poseidon turned back to the Sound and a column of water erupted from the sea. It swirled over to them and engulfed Percy. Percy was now standing on the sand, with water swirling around him like a tornado. Poseidon exhaled and the water exploded into mist and bubbles. It was one of the most beautiful sights Percy has ever seen; mist felt amazing on his skin and face while the bubbles had rainbow colored reflections on them. The mist began to swirl around once more, and the bubbles began to do so as well. They began to swirl so fast that Percy couldn't see Poseidon only more, just a swirl of rainbow colors and bubbles.

When the mist slowed, it fell away like regular mist, and Percy wasn't at the Long Island Sound any more. He was on a cloud in the sky. The sun was much larger now, shining golden light straight onto Percy. He should've been in pain or burnt up how high up he was, but it just felt warm and positively lovely. Percy looked and saw two rainbows on either side of the sun. The rainbows and the sun cast a white-golden glow over all the clouds, and he saw a figure approach from the clouds. The figure was flying down from the sun on a cloud, making a beeline straight for Percy. Once the figure got closer, he saw it was a woman with olive-colored skin, long black hair, and warm brown eyes that reminded Percy of his mother and Cyrene. She had a golden glow around her body, and her eyes would reflect a rainbow every so often. He recognized her as Iris, the Goddess of the Rainbow.

She smiled at him. "Percy. Thank you so much for everything you've done for me. You have created a shrine for me, one that each cohort in Camp Jupiter has already visited. You have investigated and found the culprit in my death."

Percy stared at her and was floored that she gave off the same vibe as his mother. "Yeah, no problem. Question, though, what happens when a god dies?"

Iris pursed her lips and smiled. "You know, Perseus, I am not entirely sure myself. I am currently everywhere and nowhere, I exist, but by the conventional laws of physics and matter, I do not exist. I suppose a god's energy simply disperses out into the world, allowing them to simultaneously be dead, but exist as well. Does that make sense?"

"Complete sense," Percy lied.

"Good. In return for your respectful behavior, I offer you something."

Percy paid attention as Iris snaps her fingers. She and Percy were suddenly in a very old room filled with cobwebs and dust. Even in the daylight, it looked creepy. Nico was in his bonds, asleep in the corner of the room. Percy saw Annabeth and Cyrene asleep in a very dusty mattress. He immediately became worried for Cyrene's health, but Cyrene was encased in her Egyptian spell of protection. Percy's heart skipped watching the two of them. Minus the disgusting room, that was what Percy wanted with Annabeth one day; her and a beautiful child.

Iris turned towards Percy. "She is having a dreamless sleep at the moment, which has been rare over the past years. If you want, as payment for respecting Fleecy and I, you may speak to her through a dream."

Percy was floored. "I can talk to her?"

Iris nodded once. "If you would like, I can give you one last Iris-message, courtesy of Iris herself. Dream selves are much purer and much more honest than physical bodies, so the conversation will be as straightforward as you would like it to be. You will not be able to fight one another through a dream, though, so if you say yes, you will be transported to a higher spiritual plane where you all can converse. The setting of the conversation will depend on the shifting focus of you all's mind. Is that something that you would like?"

Percy nodded almost immediately. He suddenly realized that Annabeth has not said a word to him since she had gone missing weeks ago, a fact that ate away at Percy almost every second of the day. Having this opportunity to talk with her could be good. He could find out why she's doing this, and how he can help her if possible.

Iris's eyes flashed. "Be warned, Perseus, you may find that she is not the woman you think she is. And if she is not, or you are done with the conversation, all you have to do is wink, and I'll be there to whisk you out of her dream. Do you accept these terms and conditions?"

Percy exhaled. "I do."

Iris nodded. "Then let's begin."

A flash of rainbow light appeared and Percy was sitting on his bed at he and his mother's apartment. He smelled his mother's chocolate-chip cookies. It was nighttime at this moment. The sounds of New York sounded through the window; honking horns, people screaming, engines running and the sounds of animals. He looked around and his room was the same exact set-up the night before he had planned to leave for New Rome.

Percy's swept towards the doorway and saw Annabeth standing there, looking at him.