Hello! So, slightly happier than last time. Not sure if anyone caught it, but... Anyways, thanks for the reviews! I have a quick message for Bob: My sister (Carl91 as she likes to be called on here) wants to thank you. She really loved your review the other day, and I loved it too. So thanks Bob. :) If anyone else wants to read my sisters' stories, I have them posted on my profile. They're under my account, cause my sisters are too young for their own account. Feel free to leave reviews, it's more than welcome. Just please, no flames. Thanks. Anyways, I own nothing and enjoy the chapter. This chapter goes out to two people, because i can do that: Sophia and Bob, thanks for turning my mood around, at least for a while.

Musical Quote (had to put it): "The best of us can find happiness in misery" I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy

Percy's POV (long time no see)

Am I mental? Probably.

Am I crazy? Isn't that the same question?

Dont I love Anne, Thalia, and everybody? Definitely.

So then, why am I repeating history with the dagger? Well, it's a long story. But you have time, especially if you're already reading this. Well, as someone must've told you already (you wouldn't be asking these questions if you didn't know), I took a dagger from Moctezumal's temple. Since he's dead, he has no use for it. I'm not stealing.

First of all, I wanted to mention what Thalia probably said. I bet she told you that she was "in a trance", something about an "enchantment", maybe even "paralyzed". I know why, if you want to hear that story before the other, much larger one.

Here's the undeniable, completely true, historically correct truth: Aliens. No, I'm kidding. I couldn't help myself. But in all seriousness (even if I kind of ruined the moment), I did it. Apparently, sometimes children of Poseidon have... Special abilities that enable them to (as Thalia must've said) paralyze people, freeze them in place, so that they can't move. It's only possible through eye contact though, so once I'm not looking in their direction (doesn't have to exactly be eyes) they're released.

I wonder, now that I've walked out, if any of the girls know that they can move now. I bet not, or else they really don't care. Cause I'm still sitting in here with a knife, alone.

Why havent i done it already, if I wanted to do it so much? Two reasons. One, I've got these annoying [jerks] buzzing in my ear from inside my head, yelling at me to get a grip and not do it. Which is really annoying, if you didn't know. Two, I hope you don't ever, but if anyone you know tries to commit suicide and survives, that would probably mean that they weren't trying too hard. They probably wanted attention, or at least a different kind, which is understandable, if they had done it in a different way. Sometimes, I feel like that. I just want to be back at home when it was me and mom, and I'd come home from boarding school, and we'd spend all day together. Or when I was little, and there's be a thunderstorm. Mom would hold me in her arms, and tell me everything was alright. It was only me and her in the entire world...

The pounding of footsteps outside the room I was in jarred me from my daydreams and memories. Sighing, I got in position, with the dagger dangling above my chest. Thalia burst through the door, and yelled my name. Behind her stood Anne and Artemis, both panting. Whether it was from fear or physical activity, I do not know.

Cheerfully, I greeted them. "Hey girls! How are you? Surely it must've taken a long long time to come find me. I mean, it's not like that enchantment broke as soon as I wasn't facing you or anything!"

I turned to Thalia. "Thals, I thought that as an ex-huntress and powerful daughter of Zeus you'd be able to avoid the spell. Sadly, I misjudged you." One of the voices in my head (probably Jake) told me to leave Thalia alone. I ignored him.

Next, I turned to Artemis. "For a goddess, my lady, is have expected you to be able to figure out a way to escape the spell. But of course, you're not your sister Athena, nor like those of her children. I thought you'd be able to escape though. Sadly, I misjudged you."

Finally, I turned to my sister who had tears in her eyes. "And Anne. You were trained in magic. After all, Hecate was your patron goddess during your years with Moctezumal. You of all people should've been able to deflect the jinx, or so I thought. Sadly, I had misjudged you."

I faced each female, looking at each one with every word I said.

"I," I looked to Thalia.

"Misjudged," I looked to Artemis.

"You," I looked to Anne.

They all took it differently. Anne broke down sobbing, Artemis glared at me and went to comfort my sister, and Thalia stared at me. Finally, she spoke. And I didn't exactly like what I heard.

"Why are you like this? Who did this to you?"

For a second I was confused. Then I said, "I've always been like this. You just haven't been looking."

Thalia shook her head. "No. You aren't my cousin. You aren't my brother. You aren't the hero I know and love. You aren't Percy Jackson."

I scowled, forgetting the knife. As it fell to the griund, I thought to myself, "I've always been Percy Jackson. She just hasn't been looking. I'm not different. She is."

I couldn't help the small voice that piped up in the back of my mind. "Really?"