I'm so sorry! I actually had finished this chapter like 2 weeks ago but I was on a trip... I'm sorry... and I was kinda going through what Dan calls an "existential crisis" (shoutout to you if you know what I'm talking about). But you don't want to hear about my problems. You just want the new chapter. Here you go, hope you like! I just put some family fluff in here coz I felt like it.

Genesis (Percy) POV

Once out of the camp boundaries, I land and fold my wings. Walking over to the main road, I catch a cab and, for the first time in 6 years, go to my mom's apartment. I hesitate for a long time in front of the door, my hand hovering right above the doorbell. Come on, Percy, you can do this. Mustering up courage, I press the button. I hear muffled voices. I swear some of them sound very high-pitched and loud for my mom or Paul. Before I can check if it actually is the right house, though, the door opens just a crack. I tilt my head to try and see from the crack. A bright blue eye looks back at me, and disappears as the door shuts loudly. I hear a shout.

"Mommy! Daddy! There's a stranger in front of the door!" I just stand there, blinking in surprise. This must not be the right number. The door opens again. I open my mouth to apologize when I see who it is. Paul and I just stare at each other for what feels like hours. I see shock, disbelief, and underneath that, joy.

"Percy?" He whisper-yells. I manage to utter a few words.

"Hey, Paul…" He blinks at me a few times and beckons me in slowly.

"You better come in…" I do. The smell of cookies hits the roof of my mouth and I keep myself from drooling. Suddenly, two small kids come rushing at me. They stop in front of me, staring at me from their wide eyes. The girl has two long braids parting her brown hair, her big blue eyes full of curiosity. She wears a green shirt, a pink blouse and a purple skirt, her feet bare. Her features look strikingly like my mother, including the kind glow in her eyes. The boy, her brother, stands a little taller than she, his tousled light blond hair looking almost silver in the light, his hazel eyes shining with excitement, his mouth spread into a large grin. He sports a black shirt and white shorts, his hands playing with an action figure. They both look 4 or 5. The girl speaks up, her voice lower than I thought it would be.

"Hi! I'm Mira, who are you?" I open my mouth to respond to her when I hear a loud crash. When I find the source of the noise, all I can do is stare. There is my mom, just as I remember her, wearing a red apron. On the ground is a new batch of cookies, dropped when she entered the living room. Both of us seem unable to speak. Thankfully, the girl speaks up again.

"Mom! This is my new friend! I don't know what his name is, but he's going to tell me!" She looks up at me expectantly. I glance down at her, out of my trance, and my throat finally eases up enough so that I can talk. I look at my mom.

"Hey, mom." Oh, great job, Percy. You haven't seen your mom in six years and you say 'hey'? My mom doesn't seem to care that my words are totally dumb (like they always are). She rushes at me, tears flowing freely from her eyes. I embrace her and try to keep the tears out of my face. When we finally pull back, she looks at me searchingly. Paul helps her sit on the couch so that she doesn't just slump on the ground.

"Percy… you-you haven't aged! But what happened to your eyes? And what are you wearing?" Before I can answer, the little girl interrupts.

"Do you know him? What do you mean he hasn't aged? What do you mean what happened to his eyes? Why did he call you mom?" I can't help but chuckle at her questions. I open my mouth slowly.

"Yes, she knows me… She said that I haven't aged because last time she saw me; I looked exactly the same age as I do now. And my eyes… the last time, my eyes didn't have specks of gold and silver in them. And I called her mom because… she's my mom." Mira wrinkles her nose.

"She's not your mom, she's mine!" Paul steps in.

"Come here, you two. We have a story to tell you." Mira immediately jumps on Paul's lap, but the boy, who's been silent all this time, just stays there. My mom sighs and walks over to him. She takes something from his ear.

"Your hearing aid's run out of battery. I'll go change it." She disappears into a room and comes back moments later with the hearing aid. She puts it back on the boy's ear. The boy smiles.

"All good?" My mom asks him.

"All good!" The boy answers, giving her thumbs up. I was starting to wonder if he could talk.

Mira, obviously impatient, beckons to her brother.

"Hurry up! I want to hear the story!" The boy jumps on Paul's other leg. Paul looks from me to mom.

"I think I'm not the best one to tell this story." My mom smiles at him.

"Alright. Mira, Asher, this is Percy, your brother."

"What?" The boy, Asher, says.

"Yes. My firstborn." Mira turns to Paul.

"But you said we were your first kids!" Paul grins at her.

"You have quite a memory, eh? I wasn't lying when I said that."

"Then how is he our brother?" My mom answers this time.

"He's your half-brother. Percy was born before I met daddy." Asher looks at me with his big eyes.

"Then who's his dad?" I decide to step in.

"My dad is Poseidon." I decide not to mention Chaos just yet.

"Who's that?"

"My dad." I smile at him.

"Where is he?" I glance at mom, who nods at me. Okay, kids, get ready for the shock of your life.

"Somewhere in the Atlantic."

"Where's the Atlantic?" Man, this kid is turning out to be more talkative than I thought.

"It's a sea."

"Your dad is a fish?" I laugh.

"No, he's not. Um, he's the god of the sea."

"What do you mean?

"I mean… he controls stuff like water and horses and all." His eyes widen.

"Cool!" Mom steps in again.

"So, Percy is very strong and goes to a camp for other very strong people. But six years ago, he disappeared."

"Where did he go?" Mom looks at me.

"I don't know." I scratch my head. I'm going to tell her, just not here. I decide to change the subject.

"So… mom. What's new?" She raises and eyebrow at me. Of course she can see what I'm trying to do. But she goes along with it.

"A few months after you disappeared, I was pregnant. Nine months later these two troublemakers came into this world." She ignores the loud 'hey!' from the twins and continues. "Percy, meet your little brother and sister, Mira and Asher."

"Hello, little ones." The boy huffs in indignation.

"We are not little! We're five and three quarters!" Man, these kids are adorable. But right now I need to talk to mom alone. I stare at her and flick my head in the direction of my old room. She nods almost imperceptibly and stands up.

"Paul, could you take the kids out to the park, please?" Paul seems to understand. He lifts the twins up and carries them out of the house. They both wave bye at me. I turn back to my mom.

"They're really cute." Mom smiles, a little sadly.

"Just like you when you were little." Silence. Then she speaks again.

"I named them thinking of you, you know…" I look at her questioningly.

"Mira is short for Miracle. I was truly hoping for a miracle, hoping you would come back, or even call… and Asher means happiness, or abundance. I wanted them both to live a happy, safe life… what I wanted for you." I lower my head, fighting back the tears. I finally manage to form a few words.

"Mom… I'm really sorry… I… I'm sorry." She sighs.

"Its okay, Percy. I know how hard your life is. But imagine what I felt when Nico and Grover and all of your friends came knocking at your door to ask me if I'd seen you. Please just explain what happened, Percy…" I nod.

"Of course. It was just a normal day; I had a date with Annabeth. Then I found her cheating on me." I choke. "I was broken, I ran away. I met someone. Chaos." I decide not to mention my attempt to commit suicide. She doesn't need to know that.

"He offered to stay with him and to come train in his army. He took me to his planet, and somehow I became his army's leader. I trained for five thousand years—that's five earth years—until one day I was forced to come back here to help in another war. We've helped train the campers for a year now. That's why my eyes have changed. It's the power I absorbed when I became prince of the universe. And I haven't aged physically because I'm kind of immortal now. I can change my appearance. And I'm wearing this armor because… well, because it's mandatory when you're preparing for war. And I'm really sorry I didn't visit you even when I came back… I really am." She just looks at me, shocked for a second, and then she jumps into my arms, crying again.

"Oh, Percy… you must have suffered so much…" She wipes her eyes.

"Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

"Uh…yeah. I have wings." She pulls a face one might see when one tells one's parent that one got a tattoo.

"What?!"

"Heheh. I also got them when I got I absorbed the power. I'll show them to you if you'd like…" She looks more excited than I thought she would be, and nods vigorously. Smiling, I walk to the middle of the living room, where there is space, and sprout my wings. They barely fit in the small space, but I manage to turn and look at my mom's awestruck face. I let her admire them, speechless, then I shrink them back into my body (it's not as gross as it sounds) and ponder at what to say.

"So, mom… I have to get going soon; I have to supervise the training sessions. Sorry, I promise I'll visit as soon as I can!" She chuckles but looks slightly disappointed.

"The kids will be disappointed they didn't get to say bye."

"Tell them I'll come back. Bye, mom!" I say as I close the door and hail a taxi. I don't want to take off with my wings in the middle of Manhattan. I'm not sure what mortals would see with the Mist. Maybe a pigeon? Or something like a crow? Either way, I don't want to be seen as a bird.

The taxi driver takes my money and drives away. Grinning, I trudge along the narrow path to the hill. I have something important (and terrifying) to do.

Poseidon POV

It can't be. It's impossible. How can it be possible? Did I really just sense my son in the water? As I wade quickly through the ocean, in fluid form, a million questions go through my head. When I get to the shore of camp, I take back my solid form and glance left and right. No sign of anyone. Could I be mistaken? Maybe the breeze carried something from his cabin into the water. But that's not possible; the aura was too fresh and strong. Undoubtedly, it was Percy's aura. My son's aura. My son is back, I am sure of it.

Taking a deep breath, I quickly MM (mind-message) my brother to call for a meeting. He seems reluctant, but when I tell him it's about Percy, his interest seems piked. I collect myself before flashing into the Empire State Building's 600th floor.

My son is back, and I will find him.

Artemis POV

"No, Atlanta, you don't have to help. But couldn't you do it?" I say, exasperated, to my stubborn Hunter. She shrugs, her eyes downcast, her arms crossed.

"Alright, my Lady. I'll help." She looks like she wants to say more, but she doesn't. Thank goodness. I move to break up an argument between two other Hunters. I'm getting really, really frustrated. So when my brother announces that there is yet another council meeting, I'm almost happy. Almost. The moment we flash into the throne room, I go to my seat, grumbling. Although I don't fail to notice that Poseidon is actually here for once. He actually looks kind of happy for once. I wonder what this is about. My father starts like he always does, but soon enough he leaves the spotlight to Poseidon.

"I was walking around in my palace when I sensed a powerful aura near the camp. A familiar aura. But when I got there, I didn't see anyone. But I am absolutely sure… the aura was Percy's." There is a moment of silence after he utters the last word. Ares speaks up.

"Wait, you mean, Percy, as in your son Percy?" Poseidon nods.

"The Percy who disappeared six years ago?" My uncle nods again.

"The Percy who-"

"-Yes, Ares, that Percy." I sit in stunned silence, as does everyone else. Before I can prevent it, my mind shifts into deep thoughts mode. Percy's back… for some reason my stomach flips over a few times. It's been six years, yes, and I wasn't that close to him, but he did hold up the sky for me. Well, for Annabeth, mostly, but he took the weight of the sky from me nevertheless. I would never forget that.

I was trapped; the indescribable weight crushing me. I watched helplessly as my lieutenant fired a volley of arrows at her father, as the girl, Annabeth, writhed on the ground, trying to get free. Before I knew it, the boy, Perseus, was kneeling in front of me.

"The sky," he said. "Give it to me." I didn't even have the energy to widen my eyes or shake my head. I manage to utter a few words or warning.

"No, boy. You don't know what you're asking. It will crush you!" His look of determination didn't change.

"Annabeth took it." I would have screamed in frustration at his stubbornness, but, well, all my concentration was focused on not being crushed.

"She barely survived. She had the spirit of a true huntress. You will not last so long."

"I'll die anyway." He scooted closer. "Give me the weight of the sky!" He didn't wait for my answer. He slashed my chains with his sword and stepped up next to be, holding up his arms, and touched the clouds. I felt part of the weight shift off me. For a moment, we bore the weight together. He was already breathing heavily. Deciding to trust him, I slipped out from under my burden. His knees immediately buckled, his breath knocked out. He began to sink to the ground slowly. I thought he would crash when he finally seemed to steady himself. I only looked back at his pained face once, and then leaped into battle with all of my remaining energy.

I was injured, and with a last surge of force I sent him flying straight to Perseus. He had the sense to move out of the way, trapping the titan back in his former prison. The traitor, Luke, was pushed off by an impulsive Thalia, and the hordes of monsters were taken cared of by Annabeth's father. Zoe, my lieutenant, was dying of a poisoned dragon bite. Perseus looked at me.

"Can't you heal her with magic? I mean… you're a goddess."

"Life is a fragile thing, Percy," I was so out of it I forgot to call him Perseus. "If the Fates will the string to be cut, there is little I can do." I looked at his grief-stricken expression. It surprised me how much he cared for Zoe, even though they had only known each other a short time. "But I can try."

I tried to set my hand to Zoe's side, but my lieutenant gripped my wrist tightly. She looked into my eyes, and I understood what she wanted.

"Have I… served thee well?" She whispered.

"With great honor. The finest of my attendants." She relaxed.

"Rest at last."

"I can try to heal the poison, my brave one." It was an unnecessary offer. I already knew she had been destined to die by a parent's hand. She had always known. She didn't answer. Instead, she took Thalia's hand. I let them say their farewells. She uttered a few words to Perseus next.

"Stars," Zoe whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady." I couldn't help it. A single tear rolled down my cheek.

"Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight."

"Stars." She repeated. I could see the life slipping out of her eyes. Soon after, her body went still, her eyes fixed on the starry sky. Biting my lip, I cupped my hand over her mouth and uttered the required words. Once I caught the wisp, her body disappeared.

I released the silver dust into the sky after blessing it. I looked up after a few seconds. Sure enough, a new constellation was there –a girl with a bow, running across the night sky.

After that, I left for Olympus after telling Perseus he had done well for a man. He looked like he wanted to protest, but he retained himself.

"Artemis?" I snap out of my reverie.

"Huh?"

"You weren't even listening, weren't you?" My father asks with an eyebrow raised.

"No, no I was! I-I agree with Athena." I improvise quickly to mask my black-out. Zeus looks at me a little sideways.

"You agree that we should spy on the Chaos soldiers to see if one of them is Percy? That we should invade their privacy?"

Wait. What? "No!"

"Then why did you say you agreed?" Stupid dad.

"I wasn't listening."

"Well, you should start." I hold back an irritated hiss, and turn to Athena.

"Wait, wasn't it you who said that we shouldn't spy because their security might be extremely tight?" She acknowledges the fact.

"Yes, well, maybe if we just sent a single demigod to earn their trust and get them to unmask themselves, it could work." Most of the gods nod along with her. I decide to butt in.

"But what gives you the idea that Perseus is in the Army?"

"Well, if you had listened earlier, you would know. We'll catch you up later. Now let's vote."

"What if Perseus does not want to be found?" Athena looks at me, clearly annoyed.

"Why wouldn't he? Do you not want to find him?"

"Of course I do!" I might have said that a little too aggressively. I hope no one notices. "But really, out of all of us, the one who should have a say is Poseidon. What does he say about this?" My uncle raises his head.

"I want to find Percy. I really do. I'll do whatever I have to do for it."

"I'll take that as a yes." Athena concludes. Poseidon only nods and slumps back into his seat. Quite disgusted and skeptical, I zone out again. If I remember well, this isn't the first time we've discussed 'spying' on the soldiers. What have we become? I've never been ashamed to be a goddess. But there's a first time to everything.

I swear I'll try to update sooner. Hoped you liked it, please review!