"So your Mother- Marly you called her right -never told you which god was your father, but did explain the whole half god and half mortal thing right?" Sally Jackson asked, her dark navy blue eyes flickering momentarily from the road to me. "Does she know where you're going?"

"I've known about being a Demigod since I was seven. I don't remember it but my godly father used to come around to make sure I was okay. It wasn't very often, only once or twice a year, but stopped for some reason or another.

All Marley ever said about him was, Jesus ripped him off turning water into wine." I explain, briefly sticking my head out of the window to get a breath of semi fresh air. My head is spinning with a mixture of carsickness and a slight hangover. "She's out of town for a tattoo contest, I would have called but I left my cell phone on my bed before the party even started. I ran to your house so quickly I didn't bother grabbing it."

"I'll have you give me her number, it's not safe for you to use a cell phone but I'll make sure to call her once I drop you off." Sally explained, setting a soft reassuring hand on top of my own calloused one. "We will make sure you stay safe."

I nodded quietly, Sally was a surprisingly nice women and understanding women. Her only downfall, in my eyes that is, was her sickening unconditional love she showed for her son. Patrick or Paul something-or-another, who has saved the world two times and is the son of Poseidon.

Things are quiet for a while until the skin between my eyes starts to burn painfully. My pain must have caught Sally's attention because her hand is on my shoulder only seconds later. "Is everything okay?"

"No." I hiss. "Something is wrong I can feel it. Oh my gods watch out!" I just caught a glimmer out of the corner of my eye, I grabbed the wheel and just managed to turn us in time to avoid twenty arrows hitting us.

Screams filled my ears, both Sally and my own, as the car crashed into trees and underbrush. Just as everything started to go black, I felt Sally pull me protectively to her, somehow making me feel safer and more at ease even though I knew there was nothing she could do.

'O patéras parakaloúme na mas sósei kai na mas kratísei kontá . An zo mésa apó aftó chreiázomai pragmatiká éna potó.' I whispered softly as everything went dark.

Line Break; FYI Genma said 'Father please save us and hold us close. If I live through this I really need a drink.' in greek.

'...I think she's coming to. Move back a little, she needs room to breath. Gods Dammit Percy Jackson that means you to, I won't hesitate asking Nico to teleport you to China. Clarisse give me a hand sitting her up.'

I felt a wave a warmth run through me as I started opening my eyes. It took a minute for everything to come into focus, but when it did I notice a group of at least fifteen people surrounding me.

"Sally, where is she?" I frowned at how weak my own voice sounded. "Is she okay?"

"Miss. Jackson is fine, her son had brought her to his cabin and none of her injuries are fatal. Can you tell us what happen?" A half man/ half horse asked as Clarisse and a blond haired kid sat me up on a worn out couch. "We know about the arrows."

I sighed, the blond haired kid looked puzzled for a second and smelled my breath with sour looking grimace.

"Are you drunk."

"Of course not." I immediately start mentally berating myself for not eating more mints before I got in the car with Sally. Though in my defense you'd think four Mountain Dews, a car crash, and three cups of grape juice would cover up the smell of a single beer on your breath.

"We have a Breathalyzer." The blond muttered.

"Maybe a little." I hissed dangerously, ignoring the pounding in my head that simply breathing caused.

"That's my girl."

Everyone in the room, including myself, looked over at a black haired man in a leopard print shirt and orange jeans. While we were all staring he walked over to my side and placed a large hand on my head. With a shit eating grin he said the one word that would seal my fate. "Mine."

Suddenly the room erupted into chaos, everyone started talking at once and my head started spinning again. Gods everyone really needs to shut the hell up.

"Oh my gods!"

"It explains the hair."

"Are all of his children drunks?"

"Who gives alcohol to a minor?"

Usually I'm amazing at holding my liquor but without notice my stomach dropped to the ground and I couldn't stop myself from hurling. Everyone jumped out of the splash zone and a few kids complained about small amount of puke getting on their shoes.

"Today is not my day." I muttered as my father hands me a roll of paper towels and a boy pulls back my hair. "I should not have gotten out of fucking bed this morning."