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Erhem, on with the chapter.

Oh, I changed to story title from 'Oh Dear', to 'When It Rains'. Because it just fits better.

Just saying here, I have an actual plot, and there will be surprises, including Jakob's parents. There was a clue in the last chapter regarding both his parents, but perhaps not the way you may think…

Note: In this, I've made Nico into a lady's man, as the thought amuses me greatly. I hope I haven't played into any site stereotypes. I hate them. –shudders-

It was the rhythmic rocking that first woke me. The next thing I was aware of was the…nothing. There was no pressure in my head at all. Nothing. I didn't understand, but all my life I seemed to be suffering from a slight headache, a niggling sensation in the back of my head. I thought everyone was the same. But now…Nothing.

I peeled open my eyes, and then groaned when the light hit them. I scrunched them back up, clawing at it as though it was a physical enemy.

Thinking of physical enemies made me think of that horrible thing. I sat bolt upright, eyes flying open regardless of the light.

There was nothing in the room, monster-wise. Assessing the fact that I wasn't in immediate danger, I looked at my surroundings.

It was dark outside the porthole, stars shining in the night sky, and a beam of moonlight resting on my face. Inside the cabin, it was also dark, so I couldn't make out any of the features. I appeared to be alone, as I couldn't sense anyone.

The cabin was still rocking gently, and I knew I was on a ship. No shit. But I could actually feel the ocean, the millions of galleons of water, washing away outside that window. It made me feel very small, because all that water could easily send us to the bottom of the ocean, and there would be nothing I could do about it.

The rhythmic movement of the ship was making me sleepy. With a sigh, I lay back down and closed my eyes.

When I awoke the next day, it was light. I felt good, better then I had in a long time. I opened my eyes to find the cabin lit with sunlight.

It was quite nice, furnished with a dark wood paneling. A small T.V. stood in the corner, a white couch in front of it. There was a vase of flowers on my night stand, and all in all, this was certainly a much better place then it was last night.

And the sunlight! I rushed to the porthole and opened it up. The salty breeze blew through the room as I opened in and stuck my head out. Below was the white hull of the ship. It was a large one, because it stretched quite a ways away on either side. Below me was the roiling green surf. In the distance, the sun was high in the sky, casting arcs of sunlight across the ocean.

I was mesmerized by the sight of it, I will admit, but about five minutes later, I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said, closing the porthole and sitting down on the bed.

The door opened, and in came Annabeth. Her hair was pulled up, and there was a slight scar on her cheek, evidence of her fight, but that was it. You wouldn't know that she'd just battled and almost lost to a gigantic snaky thingy.

"Hey," I said, feeling awkward. After all, she was still my teacher. Looking out of the room, I was on a ship, and they had technically kidnapped me. Not that I could bring myself to care, though.

"Hello," she said, looking me in the eyes. Her eyes, a lighter colour then my own, were gazing me with such intensity that I had the sudden compulsion to look away. However, I steeled myself to look at her back. Grey met gray. I forced myself not to blink.

"Who are you?" she asked me, finally. She dropped her gaze, and I closed mine, the aching stopping.

"I'm Jakob Cilliani," I said with my eyes still closed. "I live at 25 Central Court, Bethania. I've lived in Australia for two years. Before that…"

Nothing. There was nothing at all. It was as if a clean cloth had wiped a film of dust of a surface, so the metal underneath gleamed. I could not remember anything before stepping into the airport in Australia, two years ago. Before that, there was blackness.

"I…can't remember."

She nodded, like this was a usual concept.

"Jakob, I believe I've already asked you this, but…what do you know about Greek mythology, particularly the God?" she asked me, completely and utterly serious.

"I told you," I said, starting to get slightly creeped out. "They lived on Olympus, and they used to come down and have kids with the mortals…There were three brothers of Kronos—she flinched at that—and they together ruled the sea, the sky and the Underworld…?" I trailed off. Did she want me to continue?

She nodded again. "You said they used to," she said. "Why used to?"

"Uh, because they're myths, and they happened a really long time ago?" I was going to say more, but a rumble of thunder in the sky interrupted my thoughts.

She frowned. "You see, Jakob, the thing is…" She looked unsure. "Those myths, about Poseidon and Hades and Zeus…" More thunder. "They're…well, they're real. That really happened. All those myths, they're truthful. And the part you mentioned about having kids, they haven't stopped. Having kids with mortals, I mean. And you, me, and others, we're the product of those relationships."

"Wow." I lay back the headboard, mind reeling. So, one of my parents was a…God?

"Who's your parent?" I asked her abruptly.

She smiled at me. "Athena, Goddess of Wisdom."

Fair enough. "So, obviously, you aren't a teacher. Why were you at my school?"

"For you." Of course.

"And do you know who my mum or dad is?"

She nodded. "We're pretty sure."

"We're?" I asked. "Oh, right."

"Yes, Percy is one too. In fact, possibly the most powerful one of the 22nd century."

"His parent?"

"Poseidon, God of the Sea."

"Ooookay. So, the Greek Gods are real?"

"Check."

"And they're still having children."

"Correct again."

"And these children are incredibly powerful?"

"Correct a third time. The children of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades started World War II, but that's beside the point now."

"And you think I am the son of one of these Gods or Goddesses?"

"Yes, and I'm pretty sure which one."

"And he or she is…?"

She opened her mouth to answer me, but was interrupted by a male voice outside the door.

"Annabeth, are you in here?"

The door opened, and Percy came in. I looked at him, in a different light then a teacher. He was tall, and lithe; an athlete's body. His hair was straight, until the end, where it curled slightly. His eyes were sea-green, and the angles in his face were sharp, brooding. He looked startlingly like me.

"Poseidon, I guess?" I said to them both.

"Yes," they both said at the same time. This was followed by a pause, and then, from Percy:

"What are we talking about?"

"My parent, or more specifically, it seems, my father," I said back, trying once again to remember anything about my parents. But I seemed to an invisible wall, where I couldn't go through. And it was this, more then the fact that the Gods and stuff like that were real, that creeped me out.

"Well, we won't be entirely sure until we get you back to camp, but I don't know anyone else who can create a hurricane," he said. "And can't you feel the ocean, all around us?"

He was right; I could feel the ocean, alive and thrumming within my cells.

"Camp?" I asked.

"Camp Half-Blood," Annabeth said. "It's where people like us go to train to survive in the world."

Survive…

"Wait, so you're telling me, the thing in the MPS…That isn't an abnormal occurrence?"

"No," she said. "Unfortunately. Monsters, things like the thing you saw in the MPS, are attracted to your blood. Especially you, with the blood of the Big Three…"

"Big Three?" I asked.

"The Big Three Gods," Percy said. "The sons of Kronos. Hades, Zeus and Poseidon."

"Ah."

"As I was saying," Annabeth continued. "It's amazing that we didn't sniff you out a long time ago. You have a very powerful aura."

"So, what now?" I asked. "My life has just been turned upside down, I can only remember two years of it, I am the apparent son of someone who controls nearly three quarters of all mass on Earth, and monsters would like to eat me, on account of the fact that I smell good. Oh, and I accidently blew up half of my school with a hurricane?"

Percy smiled sadly, like he'd been in this position before. "I know it's hard to believe. And I also know you may feel abandoned by the gods. We all do, at some point. But, they do care for us. I promise. As for now…" he said, grinning, "We're on a holiday. It'll take this ship two weeks to get to Long Island, and in that time, just relax and enjoy it."

"So, I'm a half-blood, is that what you call it?" I asked. He nodded. "So, are there anymore of us around? I mean, here on the ship?"

"Yeah," he said. "You'll meet him later. As for now, the sun is shining, the ocean is beautiful, and I can feel the pool calling me. Literally. Let's go."

And so, we walked out of the cabin, the door locking decisively behind us.

We were in a hallway of light polished wood, with a white painted wall behind us. In front of us was an enormous pane of glass, which ran all the way around the hall. Through it, I could see we were four stories high, a wrap around viewing platform onto the terrace below. There were benches and plants, with people milling around, surrounding a water fountain that tinkled into the air. Concentrating on the fountain, I wondered if I could do anything to it. Almost instantly, a large volume of water blasted out of the top, splashing the people as they screeched and ducked for cover.

"You shouldn't do that," Percy said. "It's not fair on the mortals." A slight smile tugged at his lips, however.

Together we set off down the corridor, me facing the glass wall, Annabeth next to me, who had her hands linked with Percy.

We took an elevator down to the deck and emerged at the bow of the ship. The Pacific Ocean glittered around us as the ship cut through the water heading for what I assumed was Long Island. There was a huge pool built into the deck, and I could tell it was salt-water. How? Don't ask me. I don't know how. I just could. There was a young couple on the far side, and on this side, I could see a number of good looking women who looked barely out of their teenage years. They were crowded around a deckchair.

"Jakob," Percy said, pointing in the direction of the chair. "Meet Nico di Angelo, son of Hades."

"Did someone call my name?" A voice asked from within the throng of women. They parted slightly, as a man not a lot older then I was sat up. He was olive-skinned, bare-chested, with dark eyes and hair as black as mine. He was wearing black board shorts, and had some kind of chain around his neck.

He stood up, and approached us, and as I looked at his eyes, I could see a spark of something, a gleam that made you think of a mad person or a genius. It was well concealed, though.

"I'm Nico," he said to me, offering his hand. "You must be the Jakob I keep hearing so much about."

I nodded, and shook his hand. It was as cold as ice, like he'd stuck it in a snow drift.

Turning away from us, and dropping me an inconspicuous wink to me, he turned back to his posse of pretty blond girls. "Which one of you fabulous ladies would like to accompany me back to my room?"

They giggled and followed Nico into the elevator, as Annabeth rolled his eyes.

"Nico is a player," Percy said. "But he treats them alright."

"How old are you all?" I asked him.

"Annabeth and I are twenty," he said, "Nico's eighteen."

Annabeth dropped into a deck-chair, and stretched out, relaxing. I meanwhile to my pants and dived into the pool, relishing the feel of the cool water around me, and hearing Percy splash down near me.

The rest of our time on the ship, the 'Genesis', as Annabeth called it, was uneventful. Every day I would wake up to beautiful skies and the emerald ocean. There was a storm one night, but with a little concentration, Percy managed to make it skirt the ship.

The days were either spent in the pool, at the buffet, or exploring the ship. It was good, not to worry about school or anything, for once. I simply decided to let this God stuff sort itself out, and tried to forget about it. Sometimes this succeeded, and sometimes it didn't. Most of the times it didn't involved Percy trying to teach me how to bend the water to my will. It worked best with salt water, but I could also control fresh water. It was hard work in the beginning, where I could barely make the pool ripple. The other times I had played with water seemed to be an abnormality. It tired me out, but I started to build up a resistance to the fatigue. I was bending water into intricate shapes with no effort at all by the time the ship chugged into the Long Island Sound.

I'm going to leave it there, because my sister wants the computer. Sorry for the no update thing, but the last year of school and major assessments due mean me no update. But guess what? I've finished everything, so expect MOAR updates. I have the last chapter of this written out already, because I'm awesome like that, but there will be a while to go before we get there.

Last question, what was the prophesy at the end of TLO? I forgot, and I'm not bothered finding it in the library.

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