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Thalia's POV

Percy fixed me with a look. His eyes looked dark and guarded, wary of everything around him. "I decided on who I wanted five the rest of my life. For the beginning years leading up to now, I've been split between two different people really. Not like my alter egos, it's like I couldn't decide who Percy Jackson was. But now I know."

"Oh yeah?" I taunted. Something inside me knew who this new Percy Jackson was, but I don't want to acrept it. Not yet. So I'll be as rude and cocky as possible until he drops the bomb shell.

"Yes. I believe j said that."

"Okay then. Who is Percy Jackson?"

The response I got was not the one I expected.

"Well," Percy started, "Theres one Percy Jackson that's serious, rarely speaks, is smart and fit. He pays attention in school, and got the fight beaten out of him at a young age. And he's still being beaten, almost like the tormentors don't know that the fight is gone. He doesn't have many friends, because in the business he's in, you don't have or need them. He's been in the business since before he lost the fight, and that was the first and only mistake he would regret, the only mistake he was allowed to make. He lived with only his mom, who didn't know half the stuff I've just told you. Even if she's "known" her son for the last 27 years or so. He doesn't have a sister, or a father, because both left him too early in life for him to make room for them. Everything is orderly, everything has a place in his life. He's not missing anything, everything is where it should be."

I opened my mouth to speak, but Percy raised a hand to silence me.

"There's a different Percy Jackson too. This one is funny, carefree, not the sharpest tool, and athletic. He hates school and is still standing on his two feet, still fighting whatever they can throw at him. He's got tons of friends, most of which don't have jobs or careers planned out yet. He's always been that way, since he was small. When asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, the answer was "I don't wanna grow up" or "I'm not gonna grow up". And that's true to this day. He loves with his mom, sister, and dad, who are all very close to his heart. He knows he can share anything he wants with them, and he does. Ever since he could speak. Everything is in messy order, because if it's orderly it doesn't seem right. Sometimes, though, he feels likes he's missing something... Or someone. Though most of the time he can't recall what it is. The one time he did, in a dream (more like a nightmare), he forgot it as soon as his eyes opened."

I mi couldn't help myself and blurted out, "But who is Percy Jackson? From the way you're talking, it sounds like you chose one of those two."

Glaring at me, Percy gritted out, "Guess. See if you know me that well that you would know what I picked."

Oh gods. Deep down, I know this. But do I want to say it out loud? For a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, no one said anything. All eyes were on me as buckets of sweat poured down my skin. Oh no no no, this can't be happening.

Finally, I sighed. Giving in, I said with dread, "You picked the first option." Begging with all of my being that he'd say no, I closed my eyes and listened closely for Percy's response.

Silence. Eventually, I opened my eyes to find Percy smiling, a closed lip smile like a snake. The smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "Great job Thalia. You do know me after all."

Falling to my knees sobbing, for this isn't the Percy I love and know, I saw a blurry outline of Anne step forwards.

"We've spent enough time wasted here. We need to get going, and now." Her voice shook as she spoke to Percy. "P-Percy, where'd you put the chests? You were in charge of putting them somewhere in this room once everyone arrived."

Percy nodded. He pointed over to the corner, where the three chests were indeed sitting. Anne nodded back, and walked over to them. "Okay guys, follow me. Each of you will grab your own chest, because we're leaving now. Pat, you're with me."

I struggled to my feet with help from Artemis, and wobbled over to my trunk. Anne, who was standing over there, grabbed me.

"Listen," she whispered, "I need you to keep an eye on Percy. He's worrying me, and I want you to make sure he's stable. He wouldn't hurt you ever, so I'm not worried about you. But there's a reason Pat and I are walking in the front, and you two in the back. He did say that he has no love left for me and dad, and we were best friends when we were kids. Who knows what else changed when he decided on "who Percy Jakson really is". Or whatever it an he said."

I nodded, not trusting my voice, and walked away with my trunk to stand next to Percy. Anne, Artemis, and pat exited the room, then Percy and I followed. This is going to be one of two things. Either awkward, or awful. Two A-words. Not good.