A/N: Thanks everyone for the follows/favorites/reviews. I might not be able to update anytime soon. I have tons of homework, essays, and tests this week. I might put one more chapter up this week but other than that no more chapters until maybe Thanksgiving weekend.

I sat around in what the blonde man said was "The Praetor's office". All there was to entertain me were two dogs, silver and gold. They growled at me but other than that, did nothing. Everything was getting so weird. I needed an explanation. In the mean time I ate all the blue jelly beans in the jelly bean bowl. I'm not sure why I picked the blues, they tasted pretty bad. I began to throw the brown jelly beans at the silver dog. He growled louder but didn't do anything else. Before I knew it my mind was torn to a different image.

I was sitting in the same room. Same spot except all the blue jelly beans I had eaten were restored. In front of me was a girl, maybe 15 or 16. She had light brown skin, obsidian colored eyes, black braided hair, and a cold look on her face. "You would find me a very helpful… friend."

Her eyes indicated that I could choose what that meant. I wasn't too sure if that was a good thing or not. An image of the blonde girl intruded my mind and I opened my mouth to speak.

The door opened, an older version of the girl I saw strolled in, walking with the blonde man I met earlier, a scrawnier blonde man, and a familiar blonde woman with stormy gray eyes. The black haired woman had the same cold look in her eyes. She chucked a dagger on her table and gave me a dirty look before sitting down. "Is this because of the jelly beans?" I asked, "Because you can consider that being a favor. They tasted nasty anyway."

Her expression softened like she was reminiscing. She pushed the bowl away and covered her face like she was tired. She sighed and stared at me again with less anger. "Do you know who I am? Do you remember this place? Or our conversation?" She waved to everyone else. "Do you remember them?"

My mind strained, trying to remember. Some images poured into my head, "Your name is… Reyna. Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano. I think a goat told me?" I could tell she wanted to hurt me for saying her full name but I continued, "He…I? I was here because you wanted a praetor. And a friend. But I rejected you over…"

I pointed to the blonde woman. "Annabeth" I said, "Jason… and… Luke?" The scrawny man rolled his eyes, "Octavian." I shrugged. Either way I don't think I would've cared. Annabeth pulled out a necklace that was adorned with several beads. She handed it to me. "Do you remember any of these?"

I took the necklace in my hands and counted the beads. Fifteen in total. I stared at the one with a golden fleece. "Tyson" I murmured. I touched another one that was designed like a maze. "Daedalus… death. A lot of death." As I spoke I saw thousands of images fly through my head. My eye caught the skyscraper design and memories began to flow "a battle… We won but at a price… Annabeth?" The vision showed me kissing a blonde girl under water. Annabeth looked a lot like her. Then finally I touched a ring and a bead, the bead having the design of a trident and owl. My eyes began to sting as I looked up at Annabeth. Her eyes were watering too. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

Reyna shoved Octavian and he moved forward to me. "Give me your hand." I held it out and he jabbed it with a needle. I yelled in surprise but he just carefully wiped the blood drop with the needle. It hung on to the thin point just barely. He held his hand out and Jason provided him with a metal bowl filled with wood chippings. He let the drop of my blood fall into the wood chippings and Jason sparked the wood chippings to burn. Octavian sat with his face over the flames, inhaling the smoke. He finally retracted his head. "This isn't Perseus Jackson. He is merely some sort of a clone. Perseus's soul is quite distinct from this boy's."

I put my head into the smoke, "How can you tell just by inhaling smoke? Are you sure you aren't high from my blood?" Octavian pulled my head out, "It's a complicated art!" Reyna stopped our arguing. "Octavian. If this boy isn't Percy. Does he have a soul?" My skin felt oddly cold. Octavian took a whiff of the smoke again. "I don't know. To have your own soul is to be who you are. Not just a copy of someone else. If I am correct, and I probably am, this clone cannot own his own soul."

They all stared at me grimly. I shrugged like I didn't care but inside I was deeply anxious. Reyna broke the silence, "Jason. Get someone to give him a tour and see if anyone will add him to our legion. Octavian, go back to your temple and go kill some stuffed animals on whereabouts of Perseus Jackson."

Octavian huffed and left. "Why are we searching for Percy again?" Annabeth asked. Reyna rolled her eyes. "I thought you're supposed to be smart. Obviously it's some sign if a man that's been missing for 15 years suddenly shows up looking 15 years old."

Jason put his finger to his lip. He paused, then opened the door to the office. Alex tumbled down, and grinned as she got up, "Hey dad. I was just looking for the bathroom?" He facepalmed and shook his head. "Alex why don't you show…" He looked at me for a name. I shook my head. "Why don't you show him around camp? And see if there's any cohort willing to take him in."

Alex intertwined her arm in mine and marched outside. She showed me all the "amazing" and "breath-taking" features of the camp, and information on the gods but I can tell she was distracted by my interrogation. She took me to the Field of Mars where a couple dozen demigods or legacies were sparring. One girl caught my eye. She had long curly blonde hair and I could just barely see her sea green eyes flashing everywhere. "And that is Addie Jackson. Daughter of Percy and Annabeth Jackson."

I began to feel a bit dizzy. So technically did this mean I was the father? Alex noticed my distress and took me to the nearest bathroom. I washed my face in the cold water, feeling rejuvenated. I stared into the mirror and looked at myself. It was the first time I ever looked inside a mirror. I was Percy's reflection. My windswept raven hair. His. My sea green eyes. His. My face. His. I was nothing more than a reflection. I walked out feeling dizzier than I came in and I felt myself pass out as I walked in to Alex.

I was standing in the corner of an operating room. Percy was strapped down to the table. The doctor took out a large needle and sucked in some of Percy's blood. He squeezed it into a glass test tube, corked it and set it next to several others. "You should be proud Perseus. You are about to give birth to weapons of destruction."

Percy managed to laugh. "And how will you do that?" The doctor shook other test tubes in his face. "Artificial gene replicators. And these-" he held out a blue colored vial. "Are muscle enhancers. No matter what they will always be more durable, stronger, and faster than you ever were."

Percy got a closer look into the vial. "But will they be Poseidon's favorite son?" he asked. The doctor smirked and put the vials away. "You're a funny man Perseus. But Demi Industries can't just let you walk out of this alive. You're staying here with us."

I slowly opened my eyes feeling like I caught the flu. Except I've never had the flu. Sitting in front of me was a girl who looked a lot like Reyna except her eyes were more friendly and welcoming. She was feeding me some kind of pudding that tasted too bland. When she saw I was awake she spoke, "You drool when you sleep."

My answer was something like, "Uh doo?" I tried to get up but she pushed me down and tried to feed me more bland pudding. I pushed it away. "It tastes disgusting, stop." She looked surprised. "Really? It's supposed to taste like your favorite thing to eat."

I grumbled as I got up from the couch. I still felt top heavy but I thought I would be able to walk. "So who are you?" I asked. She put the bowl aside and held my arm. I used it for support and balanced myself. "I'm Luna. My mother is Reyna."

I tried to walk forward but ended up falling on my face. She laughed the most amazing laugh I've heard, only adding to my dizziness. She helped me up and offered me the bowl of pudding, "It's ambrosia. It'll heal you. Or at least clear up your fever."

When I didn't take the bowl she jammed a spoonful in my mouth. It tasted like cardboard but my head began to clear up. She said that it's supposed to taste like my favorite food. Maybe I can't taste it because the only things I've ever eaten are pills and mush. She helped me walk outside where the sun was beginning to set. "Where to?" she asked me.

I stared around and searched for Alex but she had simply disappeared. She was supposed to assign me a cohort but I just saw barracks everywhere. I thought about sleeping in a random bed but I remembered my dream. "Well if you could take me to your mother that would be nice."

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