A/N: Sup, guys! I just wanted to thank all of you who reviewed. You are all awesomely awesome! And just so you know, I've forgotten the disclaimer in all the other chapters (oopsies...) So:

Disclaimer: If I were Rick Riordan, I would rule the world. But, sadly, I am NOT Rick Riordan, the brilliant guy who created the world of Percy Jackson.

Okay, I said it. That's going to be the only disclaimer in this story, so read it a second time so it really sinks in. Anyways, on with the story! Enjoy :D

I took a deep breath. This was a critical moment. How Percy would take the news was an important factor; the fact that he was a powerful half-blood was just another part of the scenario.

I pulled Grover and Percy into an empty classroom. We sat down in some chairs in the corner. I got comfy. I knew we would be here a while.

"Percy," I began hesitantly. I glanced at Grover again, and saw that he looked rather pale. He knew how important this was. I hoped he would help me with the explanation; I definitely did not want to be the only one to dump all this on Percy's shoulders. If he took it badly, in his eyes, I would always be the bad guy.

I would always symbolize the bridge between the two worlds; I would be the one who had clued him in to our world. He would always regard me as someone that, if he hadn't been told about our world by me, he could have continued living in blissful ignorance for the rest of his (probably short) life. I would be the reason of his suffering.

Of course, this was all if he took it badly. If he took it okay, then I had nothing to worry about. I hoped that would be the case, but I just had a feeling… a strange feeling in my gut that told me that Percy would not be pleased about this new (to him) development.

I started to speak to Percy again. "Percy, do you know anything about ancient Greek mythology?" My voice sounded slightly shaky. I steadied it.

He couldn't have looked more surprised. "Yeah. Grover and I had an entire class on it this year, but I didn't really learn anything in it…" He trailed off, looking vaguely embarrassed. Well, it was a start.

"So you know about the gods, the heroes, and the monsters and Mount Olympus and everything?" I had no idea if I was going about this in the right way, but it was the best I could think of. And Grover was not contributing to the conversation, so it was all up to me.

"Yeah, I know all about them. But Annabeth, they have nothing to do with the matter at hand."

I almost laughed at the sheer irony of his statement. He could not have been more wrong.

"No, Percy. They have everything to do with the matter at hand. In fact, they are the matter at hand. What I'm trying to say is, the ancient Greek gods are not myths. And in fact, they are still very much alive." I meant to stop there, but I just couldn't everything came pouring out of my mouth like a bad case of verbal diarrhea.

The words flowed from my mouth freely. I basically had no more filter. Everything that came to my mind came out of my mouth. Thank god I wasn't thinking about Percy's hotness at that moment, because he would have been alerted to the fact that I had maybe, a teensy little crush on him. Anyway, back to what my traitor mouth said in spite of myself.

"The Greek gods are still alive," I repeated. "They live on Mount Olympus, which is situated currently on the 600th floor of the Empire State Building. You are a New Yorker, so I'm assuming you're familiar with the place. The gods live there, and sometimes they fall in love with mortals. After this, they have children with the mortals, but are forbidden to have contact with their kids. These kids have hard lives. They are called half bloods, or more correctly, demigods. Demigods rarely live past childhood or teenage years, because monsters kill many of them. Monsters from Greek mythology; which isn't really actually mythology."

I stopped to take a breath. I saw the look on Percy's face, and decided to keep talking. I began talking again before he could get a word in edgewise.

"These kids are very special, because they are half god, obviously. They are better looking, more competent, and more capable of things than mere mortals in general. They have special powers according to their godly parent. I am a demigod. So are you. You have had many strange things happen to you in your life, no? Those are monsters trying to track you down and kill you. You have ADHD and dyslexia, correct? All of us have it, including myself. The ADHD helps us in battle; it's our battle reflexes. The dyslexia makes it hard for us to read English because our brains are hardwired to ancient Greek."

I took another breath. It sure was tiring to talk so much so fast, but I couldn't seem to stop myself.

"There are also magical creatures that exist. There are satyrs, Nereids, centaurs, sirens, pegasi, hippocampus, nymphs, harpies, and many, many others. There are also dark creatures, such as hellhounds, cyclopses, the Minotaur, Echidna, and Chimeras. Hopefully you won't meet any of those dark creatures, but it would be awesome if you would meet the others. You already know one, in fact. Our friend, Grover here is a magical creature, and not in fact a middle school with a beard."

I finally stopped talking. I didn't think I could go on. I was practically lightheaded with all the spewing of knowledge.

I chanced a look at Percy's face for the first time. It was a mask. A stunned, shocked mask, tinged with disbelief and denial at the edges.

I decided I would let him work it all through. This was a process that could not be rushed. Judging from the expression on his face, I knew my gut instinct had been correct earlier. Percy was not going to take this easily or lightly.

He opened his mouth to speak. I noticed, with a slight jolt, that his eyes had reverted back to the bright poisonous green that they had acquired the first time he had seen me.

His voice sounded strained and slightly funny, like he had something caught in his throat. "So let me get this straight. You are trying to tell me that… I'm the son of a god-," He looked at me questioningly; haltingly. I nodded and he went on. "And that Greek mythology isn't actually a myth, my whole life has been a lie, and that Grover is some kind of magical creature?" At the end of his statement, his voice had taken on a slightly hysterical quality. Oh, dear.

"Yes," I said slowly. "I realize this is an absolute ton to take in. I'm sorry for dumping it all on you all at once. That wasn't fair." I was sincerely sorry for doing this. I should have done it a different way. I just had no idea how to let him know though, so I winged it. Clearly, Grover should have done the explaining. Percy looked pale and a slight greenish color.

I knew from the fact that he wasn't denying what I was telling him that he knew, on some inside level that I was telling him the truth. And it was making him extremely uneasy.

Suddenly he turned to Grover. "So," he started, the hysterical quality in his voice increasing a little. "What kind of magical creature are you?" He was trying to make his voice light and joking, but it was having the exact opposite effect. I felt so bad for the kid.

Grover looked apprehensive as he told Percy. "I'm a satyr," he said matter-of-factly. He took off his shoes. When he started taking off his pants, Percy let out a strangled yell.

"Man, what are you doing?" Percy half shouted.

In a second, Grover's pants were on the ground, exposing his furry hindquarters. "Satyrs are half man, half goat, remember? You learned it in Mr. Brunner's class."

Percy took one look at Grover's hairy legs and barfed all over the floor. Ugh. This was very bad. Very bad indeed.

Percy wiped his mouth when he was finished. "Sorry," he said, embarrassed. "Just a little shocked, you know, and freaked out."

I felt like crying, I felt so bad for the kid. I decided to save the part where he was a very powerful half blood for later. Let this sink in for a little while, and then tell him after he's had the chance to think about it for a little while.

I stood up. "Okay, guys, we should probably get going. Percy, we'll tell you more on the way there. I think that was enough information for now."

Percy still looked very shaken. "Yeah, I agree. By the way, um, what are we going to do about the barf? I'm really sorry about that, by the way, Grover…" he trailed off uncertainly.

Grover appeared unconcerned, though I knew him to be worried for Percy. "Don't worry about it, man. Doesn't matter to me. I'm sorry I made you barf."

Percy attempted a grin, but it fell pitifully short of such a feat.

I interrupted their awkward conversation. "Grover will clean up the barf. After all, he's the one who caused it."

"Eh, it kind of all built up to it. I guess that was just the final straw," Percy shrugged. I saw through the nonchalant façade. On the inside, poorly concealed, was a very frightened, lost boy that was searching for something, anything, a shred of familiarity or closeness in his new life and knowledge. I knew he would find nothing, and once again, I felt like crying for him. It really was a lot to take in.

"How come I have to clean it up?" Grover griped as he cleaned up Percy's puke. I rolled my eyes.

"Because, Grove, you're the Billy-goat in this situation. AKA, the scapegoat, AKA, the person who we depend on to do the dirty work and take the blame for us. It's the most important job, Grove. Carry the burden of responsibility of us with Pride," I said with fake integrity.

He huffed. "Oh, shut your trap, Annabeth."

After he finished cleaning up, we walked out of the school and into the open sunshine.

Finally, we were on our way back to camp…

Wow! Percy is not taking the news well! Shocker… Don't worry, there's more Percy angst in the next chapter. So, what'd you think about the chapter? Tell me in a review!

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