Disclaimer: I own nothing, all character rights and main plot belong to Rick Roirdan and publishers.

A/n: This is my first story and therefore may have imperfections. I'll do my best to prevent that but I am only human and will miss things. My hope for this story is a long run with a chapter every 2-3 weeks, but that also depends on life, as I do have a job and school. Hope you all enjoy it.

A/n 2: So I am going back and updating this story. No promises on new chapters yet, as school is holding me up and I am working out of town too. Things to notice are that the chapters have been arraigned for smoother flow, and are refined to be cleaner and more concise. The updated chapters are coming regularly though, and I am rewriting my notes as I go. Thank you to those that have been patient with me!

Chapter 1: The day the truth came out

12 years ago…

"... I know it won't be easy Sally, and neither will it be an easy life for him, but I promise to watch over him." the man said. He pulled out a bracelet, sliding it on the baby's wrist. "It will grow with him, and hide his scent from monsters until he is ready. I wish I could do more but already I am testing the limits of the ancient laws."

Sally nodded understandingly, though tears were still running down her cheeks. "Thank you, especially for giving our son the chance to live. Hopefully one day he will understand, and forgive me for not being honest with him about you." Sally said. She gave him one last kiss, before watching him disappear into the sea. Once he was gone, she picked up her son to hold him. She would never get over the beauty of his eyes, and how she knew one day he would look just like his father.

3 years ago…

He still couldn't believe what he was seeing. Looking over his hand, he saw smooth skin. But that wasn't possible. He had fallen yesterday, and had sliced the side of his hand on the concrete. He knew it was there before he got into the shower just a few minutes ago, but now there was nothing! No scratch, no redness, no scab. It was perfectly unblemished skin.

He stared, thinking as hard as he could without his ADHD taking over for how it could have just… disappeared. Was it the water? After all, he always felt energized in the shower, or more importantly, in water. Stepping out, and feeling some of the energy leave him, he got dressed and walked to the living room, grabbing his backpack on his way.

"Mom, there is something wrong. The cut on my hand is gone, and it was there before I got in the shower. It's just like the energy I feel in water, but I don't understand why it happens." Percy spoke to his mother, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"It's… I'm not supposed to tell you yet, you are still too young." Sally said, handing him his lunch. "We'll talk about this later, you're going to be late for school."

Percy nodded, though it was clear with the frown on his face that he was displeased with being deflected. Saying goodbye to his mother, he left the apartment to walk to school, which would be just another day of struggling to read the board, thanks to his dyslexia, which always made it hard to get good grades. Try as he might, but he could only ever get C's in class, with the occasional fluke B. It isn't that he was an idiot or anything, it was just that he had a hard time reading.

This had always been a problem for him, along with changing schools every year thanks to some odd incident that wasn't his fault, like the school bus being shot by a cannon he was standing near. He hadn't touched it of course, but they still kicked him out, not listening to his begging, hoping they could understand that he had not done it. Percy had been fortunate his mother hadn't had to buy the school a new bus though, as the insurance still deemed the museum responsible for leaving a loaded cannon in the open. Thankfully today was supposed to be a rather easy day, and he was even able to read some of his english texts.

Heading home from school, Percy was thinking about this morning. Mom had been concerned. It wasn't the first time either, as any time he mentioned the bizarre instances, she always had a look on her face. A few years back, he had seen a large man with one eye, and when Percy told her about the incident, she freaked out, keeping a closer eye on him for days after. And when Percy first asked her why he had extra energy after showers or when they went swimming, she appeared anxious, always coming up with an excuse as to why it was, but this was different, it was like magic!

Evening…

Percy's POV

After a very tense dinner with almost no small talk, mom and I moved to the living room. I could tell she wasn't excited about having this talk, as she probably realized I wouldn't buy some excuse. I wanted to know why things like this kept happening, how the cut was healed…why I was different.

"Percy, I shouldn't be telling you about this, about how you were healed this morning. It's not safe, it could bring danger to you. Are you sure you won't let this go?" She said. I considered it, for her sake, but I couldn't let it go though. "No mom, please, tell me what's going on, what's wrong with me."

"Well it's a lot to explain, and it starts with your father." She said cautiously.

This got my attention. Talking about my father has always been a touchy subject. I had never known much about him, and mom had never opened up and talked in depth about him either. She always told me that I had his dark hair, and sea green eyes, but other than that, all I knew about him was that he was lost at sea not long after I was born. He had also given me the bracelet I have always worn, though now thinking about that, how is it that it always fits me, despite growing up so much?

"It started 10 years ago, I met him out at Montauk Beach, just down from that cabin we always stay at. He was kind, good looking, and I couldn't help but fall for him. It wasn't until I was pregnant that he told me his secret." She stopped, hesitating, before continuing. "In school, have you learned about Greek mythology?"

"Yea, like the gods, Zeus and Hera? Or the Odyssey? We talked about it but haven't read it yet." I was confused, what did myths have to do with me.

"You see, despite what most believe, the gods are real. Your father told me about them, and that he was one of them. Of course, I didn't believe him at first, but then he made a ball of water appear in the air and turn into a little fish. Once I had calmed down, he told me this would affect you- that you would be part god, or what is called a demigod. He also explained that as you got older, your powers would manifest or become more powerful, and with that you would be easier to find. Are you following so far?" She said, seemingly decompressing as she spoke, like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders.

I sat in thought, contemplating what this meant. I was a demigod? But from what god? Obviously I could be from Poseidon, but he wasn't the only god with water abilities was he? Then something registered to me.

"What do you mean it would be easier for me to be found? Found by what? And what god?"

She sighed. "Monsters. He explained some of it, but I couldn't completely understand it. He said it was like an aura, a scent I think he called it, that monsters used to find demigods. The more powerful you are, or even knowing what you are, increases it. The bracelet he gave you, he said it would hide you, and absorb your scent to charge it. I'm not sure how well it works, but we haven't had many incidents, so I assume it works. As for who your father is… Poseidon, The God of the Seas, Earthshaker, Storms, and Horses."

I didn't know what to say. Of course some would probably freak out, start celebrating about being part god, but i was too shocked to do any of that. I was too busy gaping like a fish, while piecing every odd incident together, the one eyed man, a cyclops, the water healing and energizing me because of my heritage, the bracelet and how it was given to me to protect me. After recovering from the shock, she explained some of the things I might be able to do, along with a camp, called Camp Halfblood, where I would go if something bad happened, or when they came to bring me there. She also said I wasn't to tell anyone about this, no matter who they claimed to be, nor was I to tell anyone who my father was, as it could be dangerous for me. Little did either of us know how true that would come to be.

The next afternoon

"Percy, come here!" My mother shouted from the living room.

Mom had just got back from running some mysterious errands. She said she had a few places to go and that we would talk when she got home. Of course, I was still recovering from discovering I am a demigod, so I'm hoping she isn't about to be dropping more big news on me. Walking to the living room, I saw she had several bags sitting on the table, seeming to contain books, along with food and some other small things.

"It took me a bit to find what I was looking for, but I picked up some stuff you need to learn. Here are books that will help you learn about the Greek world, the gods, monsters, and some of the stories and their histories. Along with that, There are some books on exercise and meditation. I know I am asking a lot, but this is important for you, learning this could help save your life. As for the books on exercise and meditation, I believe that it will help you get a better grip on your powers, along with helping you learn to fight." I could tell she was unhappy about the idea of me being in danger, and she could probably tell I wasn't looking forward to headaches from reading books, but in the end we both conceded and I agreed to start learning.

5 weeks later…

Over the next weeks I had spent countless hours attempting to do anything with water. I had several different reactions in my experiments, but it wasn't until just now that anything I could control occurred. Several of my experiments had ended up with me drenched in water, but with almost no control over what I was doing.

"YES! I did it!" I heard mom running into the kitchen behind me, and she stopped, seeing that I was holding a small, marble-sized drop of water in the air. Well, until I lost focus that was, soaking my hand. Thanks ADHD. It was a small accomplishment, but I took it for what it was, progress. I had been having issues with the meditation, as sitting completely still was incredibly hard for me, but I had noticed an increase in my attention span, gaining me two homework assignments with B's on them. It even seemed that my dyslexia wasn't as bothersome at all times either.

The other part of my days, spent reading Greek history and exercising, was going well too. I had got through the odyssey, and though I didn't understand some concepts from it, I learned quite a bit from it. The exercising had been going well too. Mom had joined me, as she had gotten a promotion and now was off work earlier. It helped having her around, and it was great getting to spend more time together. The benefits of doing things like pushups and situps all the time, running every day, and going to a local gym on the weekends to do some weightlifting were just an added perk in my opinion.

School was soon to let out, there only being three weeks left in the year. Surprisingly. I was hopeful to be allowed to return for another year, my grades were passing, if math was only 3 points away from a D, and there hadn't been any incidents. I was excited at the possibility of not moving schools again, after all being the new kid sucked. But then again, only two more years and then I would be in middle school.

I had asked mom some questions, mostly about my father. She explained a lot that wasn't a part of the stories, which revolved around politics and the laws of the gods, called the Ancient Laws. The Ancient Laws were a set of rules that the gods had to follow, which mostly focused on limiting their interaction with the mortal world, and were made to help protect the world from them. Ironic isn't it, gods also having laws they have to obey?

At one time, I asked more about the bracelet. Apparently, it was a weapon, or so my mother believed. She thought it was absorbing my magical energy, converting and storing it like a battery on steroids. She wasn't entirely sure though, and she couldn't simply ask my father about it either. She also told me that despite it being magical, it would only last until I turn 12, maybe 13 at best, after which I would have no choice but to enter the divine world.