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I stared at him. "What?"

Being adopted by a movie star? Whoa. And I'd get to explain to Piper and bring her to the Greek camp.

Way too good to be true.

"You heard me."

The lady with an attitude- Jane- gave me a disdainful look. "Mr. McLean, you can't adopt him."

Mr. McLean said icily, "It's not your place to tell me what I can and can't do, Jane." Then he added in a nicer tone, "All of you, exept Percy, please get out."

Later:

Mr. McLean said , "Now, Percy, tell me your father's name." It sounded like he already knew the answer, though.

Something told me to tell the truth, but I still hesitated a little. "Poseidon,"

He looked like I'd just confirmed his worst suspicion. "Your father visited me in a dream last night, and explained about your and Piper's world. He told me to raise his son- Percy, and that I would meet him the next day. At first I thought it was just a crazy dream, but when Jane told me about you..."

I blinked. My dad had actually bothered to make preparations? Well, that makes things a lot easier. "So you know who Piper's mom is?"

Mr. McLean frowned, "No, but I can guess. Aphrodite?"

I nodded. I hoped Piper took after her dad, because I really didn't appreciate the Venus girls at Camp Jupiter. Stuck-up, beautiful, and violent. A horrifying combination. Piper didn't seem to be like that, though.

"Yes. I need to take her to Camp Half-Blood, a camp for Gr- I mean, demigods."

"Right away?"

I pondered that. Poseidon had told me that twelve would be the beginning. Of what? My stay at the Greek camp? Maybe. After all, Piper wouldn't attract many monsters. But I would. I was sure I could fight them off, though. I was pretty good at sword fighting. I almost always beat Jason. But then again, that was probably because I was nine, one year older than him. Well, those wicked archery skills would definitly help.

"I don't think so, Mr. McLean." I said.

"Call me Tristan. I'd tell you to call me dad, but something tells me your dad wouldn't be pleased."

" You're right. Thanks for adopting me, by the way."

Mr. Mc- no, Tristan smiled wryly. "You seem like a good kid, and it's not like I could disobey your father's orders."

I frowned. True. Gods tended to blast mortals and demigods to peices when they disobey thier orders or show disrespect. "Yeah, sorry about that."

He smiled, although I wasn't sure if it was real or if he was just acting. "No problem, Percy." He told the people outside that they could come in.

Later:

"Hey, Piper. We're going to Yancy Academy when we're twelve. Well, when I'm twelve and you're eleven."

She stared at me. "What?"

"My dad told me that we had to go there. He said that a satyr would find us and escort us to Camp Half-Blood. I looked it up online." It was risky, using the internet, but this was urgent (when a god tells you to do something, you do it as fast as possible.) and I could fend off the monsters. There was no harm done- yet.

Piper looked a little stunned. Tristan and I had explained to her a few days ago about the gods when we arrived at their home- no, our home. She took the news quite well, although she would be surprised sometimes when I mentioned something about the gods. "Oh. Okay, then."

I smiled. Piper was a nice girl. We had become friends quickly after I explained the hellhound to her. She was eight, like Jason. She would probably have been good friends with him. I wondered if she would ever meet him. I hoped so. After all, my father had promised I would see Jason again, and when I did, I could introduce Piper to him. If my father was telling the truth. I really wanted to see my friends again. But would they want to see me? Perhaps they would hate me for leaving them without warning. I would just have to hope they'd give me a chance to explain.

Later:

Piper and I were outside, sitting in the shade of an eucalyptus tree. I wanted to teach her to fight, but she needed her own weapon first. I heard a gasp beside me. I tensed and looked at Piper. "What happened?"

She pointed wordlessly at the sky. I relaxed a little when I saw it was two doves carrying a black object. The doves swooped down, dropped the object, and flew away.

Piper looked nervous. I guessed that this was unusual for her. "What is that?"

I stood up. "Let's go find out."

We ran to the black object, which I could now see was a knife. I picked it up, despite Piper's protests. Normally nine year old kids shouldn't pick up knives, but there was nothing about me that was normal. The knife was triangular, about eighteen inches long, with a black leather sheath.

A hot pink note materialized on the grass, and Piper picked it up. The handwriting on the note was elegant.

Dear Piper,

This weapon is called Katoptris, meaning looking glass. It belonged to Helen of Troy, and I think it will suit you very well. Please train with Percy until you arrive at Camp. Remember that you are very important and powerful, and that I see great potential within you.

Love,

Aphrodite

Piper looked at me with wide eyes. "Helen of Troy. Okay. When do we start training?"

I handed the knife to her. "Now."

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