Faith is to believe what you cannot see; the reward of this faith is to find what you believe.

"Vivienne," a voice called gently. "It's time to go." But she didn't want to go. Her bed felt so comfortable and warm. Why would she ever leave it?

"Vivienne," the voice repeated, a hint of amusement now evident. "I know you're like me and enjoy your beauty sleep, but right now, you really need to get up. Unless you want Thalia storming in here. Come on, surely you know how agitated she gets when she's behind schedule!" Reluctantly, she cracked an eye open, only to be met with Leo's big grin inches away from her face.

"Whoa," she muttered groggily, blinking to focus her vision. "Leo, why are you so close to me?"

"To catch when you open your eyes!" he said gleefully. "Now come on, everyone's already waiting for you outside." Letting her get ready in private, Leo left the room, shutting the door quietly.

"And don't go back to sleep," he whispered. "Because then, it's gonna be the hunt waking you up, not me and my merciful ways." As she heard the door click, with a sigh, Vivienne stepped out of her bed. Giving a loud yawn and long stretch, she trudged into the bathroom. The bathroom mirror revealed her tousled hair and sleepy eyes. It was still dark outside, the world cloaked in the hazy embrace of dawn. Her heart tightened with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Vivienne had asked Jason why they couldn't leave later in the afternoon, hoping to gain a few more hours of rest. He had responded with a chuckle, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes.

"Percy never would've waited till the afternoon to find someone," he had said.

This Percy Jackson person was confusing. Everyone spoke of him as a legend, a force to be reckoned with. They called him all these glorious names, saying he saved Olympus many times, and brought recognition to the minor gods. He was described as someone always ready to lend a helping hand, an inspiration to many. Yet, he had vanished without a trace, leaving behind friends, family, and a trail of unanswered questions. Vivienne just didn't understand how someone so heroic could do that. Of course, there were things she didn't know yet. For example, even though Artemis, Thalia, and many others had talked about this mistake Percy had made, no one would tell her what it was. It must've been very, very bad for him to leave, and that only begs the question, after his mistake, who even forced him to leave? Five hundred years is a very long time…

As she left the bathroom, Vivienne quickly changed into her quest gear. Leo had been insistent on giving her a fresh pair of clothes that were fireproof, wear-and-tear proof, waterproof and drakon-proof (she didn't know what that was and frankly, didn't want to know.) The clothes felt surprisingly comfortable, like a second skin tailored to her every move, and were the perfect size for her. Picking up her backpack, she shoved a couple of water bottles, some spare mortal change, her debit card and a sharp rock that she'd grown quite fond of, having helped her out of many tough monster battles. Then, grabbing her knife and slipping it into its sheath, she said her goodbyes to her cabin, before stepping outside into the cool wind.

She could already sense the impatience radiating from Thalia. Immediately, the hunter stood up, grabbing her own gear and fastening it. Phoebe and Atalanta followed suit. The three hunters had decided to opt for more casual clothing, wearing jeans and T-shirts that fit snugly under their jackets. Vivienne had never seen them in anything other than their hunter parkas or hunter night suits. As she watched the three of them huddle together and begin talking about a plan in hushed whispers, Reyna came up to her.

Reyna was what Vivienne would describe as another strange person. From the way she'd walked into the meeting yesterday, Vivienne would've called her a cold, yet fair leader. The two had barely spoken, and she could already tell Reyna was fierce, commanding, and determined to find Percy. There was an aura of strength and resilience that surrounded her, leaving Vivienne both in awe and a tad bit intimidated. The daughter of Hephaestus had met her fair share of strange demigods and gods, but there was something different about Reyna. Then, there were her eyes, oh, those eyes: they were the eyes of a seasoned warrior. Eyes that had witnessed both the horrors of conflict and the beauty of camaraderie. Eyes that had seen friends fall in battle, and enemies crumble under the weight of her resolve. Reyna's gaze demanded respect, but it also revealed a hint of vulnerability, a vulnerability she held close to her chest, hidden beneath layers of stoicism. Vivienne could only imagine what this girl had gone through, especially if she had been around during Percy Jackson's time all those years ago.

"Are you ready then?" Reyna asked.

"Yeah," Vivienne replied, her voice a tad shaky as she adjusted the straps on her rucksack. With the way Reyna was studying her, it would be hard for anyone to not feel uneasy. The Praetor was like a human lie detector. Maybe it was one of her demigod powers, intense stare?

"Good," Reyna finally said, her eyes darting to check her pockets, as if making sure she hadn't forgotten anything important. "I don't want to wait much longer." She paused, as if contemplating something profound. Maybe she was contemplating whether they needed snacks for the journey. Snacks were crucial.

"Come with me," Reyna instructed, making her way towards the Big House, with poor Vivienne struggling to keep up.

"So what's your story?" Vivienne asked, trying to make small talk. Reyna frowned, looking down at her with a hint of confusion.

"What do you mean? I stopped writing books ages ago. Evidently, people only bought them to get on my good side."
"I mean your history," she explained. "How do you know Percy? Why are you coming on this quest?" Stoic as ever, Reyna continued walking, taking deep breaths as if debating how much to reveal. For a moment, Vivienne thought she was just going to ignore her the entire time. Considering they were about to go on a massive quest together, she doubted that'd be anything good for their bonding.

"I was a Roman Praetor," Reyna began with a heavy sigh.

"What's that?" Vivienne interrupted. The roman glared at her, as if to say, no interrupting, but also to say, please show some respect.

"A Praetor is the title of the highest rank in the Roman army," she explained impatiently. "There's usually two of them, and they lead the Romans into battle, fearlessly. I was one of the Roman Praetor's during Percy's time, and it was an honour and a responsibility like no other." As the words rolled off Reyna's tongue, Vivienne could sense the leadership in her voice. She imagined Reyna leading armies, making decisions that could determine the fate of nations. It was a far cry from the usual teenage worries. "We met… Well we met before once, but the first, proper time we met was when Hera stole his memories and he turned up at Camp Jupiter, the Roman equivalent of Camp Half Blood. This was all during the second Gigantomachy, and it was a rough time for the Romans and Greeks. We were at war with each other again, only this time it was very close to spiralling out of control."
"I see," Vivienne murmured. "You said you were a Roman Praetor?" The girl nodded.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"Well why did you quit?" Vivienne replied. Reyna frowned, looking away for a moment, as if wrestling with her past.

"I never quit," she said. "I simply… ran into some complications, that forced me to move on." Vivienne raised an eyebrow.

"Complications?" Vivienne pressed. Reyna sighed in resignation.

"When I became immortal, I wasn't allowed to remain a Praetor. We tried arguing about it, Percy, Jason, and everyone was backing me up, but Lord Jupiter just wasn't having any of it. He was already angry enough at the loophole we found-"
"Loophole?" Vivienne frowned. "Reyna, I know you don't like people interrupting you, but can you at least do a better job of explaining things then, please? You're making no sense. How are you an immortal, but you're still on this quest? Jason said that the gods can't accompany us on our quests. And what's this loophole you're talking about? Why was Lord Jupiter so angry about it?" Reyna grimaced, as if she was already regretting this entire conversation.

"I am immortal, but that does not make me a god," she said slowly.

"But how?" Vivienne interjected. "Were you also part of the seven?"

"It's… It's a long story. See, I was never meant to be immortal. Of course, Jason didn't agree with it, and that's why he helped me find a loophole. There was a long and complicated way to give me immortality, and after some time to think about it, me and someone else actually did it. When Lord Jupiter found out, he was furious. Immediately, I was forced to resign from being a Praetor and have spent my time since exploring the world and hanging around with different people. I actually spent a good seventy or so years with the hunt a while back. It's the reason I was allowed to join this quest." Vivienne nodded, reluctantly dropping the subject. She didn't want to pry, but Reyna was speaking very cryptically, as if there was something she was deliberately trying to hide.

As the two of them reached the Big House, Vivienne noticed quite a few people huddled together outside. The first were Thalia, Phoebe, and someone else with long, dark hair, and a backpack who she assumed was Atalanta. Talking to them was Lady Artemis, her beauty radiating in the early hours of the morning. Jason was standing next to a sleepy Piper, and Chiron was next to them, his face a mixture of concern and anticipation. Finally, beside Chiron stood a boy with deathly pale skin and hauntingly familiar eyes. Vivienne recognized him as the young man she had seen during the Capture the Flag game yesterday. He was talking in hushed whispers to Phoebe, something that surprised her: Phoebe almost never talked to guys, and Vivienne had never seen this person. Then again, she hadn't been involved in the world of Greek gods for much longer than a week or so.

"Good morning," Artemis said as they approached her. Reyna nodded in acknowledgement at the goddess.

"Good morning Lady Artemis," Vivienne yawned. A smile flickered across the goddess's face.

"I see someone's off to a sleepy start," she chuckled lightly.

"Sorry," Vivienne apologised. "I was pretty tired after yesterday's game, and the entire night, I just couldn't get any rest." Artemis nodded in understanding.

"It's fine," she said. "I just hope you're ready for this quest." Vivienne hoped so too. The prospect was scaring her already, and they hadn't started. Somehow, everyone was expecting her to find Percy Jackson, despite never having seen him, known him, or anything like that. The prophecy hadn't been much help either, being incredibly cryptic. All she understood was that somehow, she was the key to finding him.

"Don't feel nervous, child," Chiron spoke gently, sensing her unease. "When he was twelve, Percy was tasked with finding and retrieving Zeus's lost Master Bolt, a feat thought impossible for a newly claimed demigod, yet he did it."
"I'm no Percy Jackson," she sighed.
"No, you're not," Chiron agreed. "But that doesn't mean you can't be better than he was. Trust in yourself, and remember, you don't have to do this alone. You have friends and allies who believe in you. Now go, child, and bring Percy back to us."

"Bring him back to me," Artemis said softly, her silvery eyes filled with both hope and longing.

Slowly, everyone said their goodbyes, starting with Artemis. Her hunters and Reyna gave her a hug, while Vivienne simply shook her hand. Next in line was Chiron.

"My dear," he began. "When Percy went on his quest all those years ago, I gave him a sword from Poseidon to keep him safe. Though I don't have a sword from Hephaestus for you, I'm afraid, but I do have this." From his torso, Chiron pulled out a short, sleek sword. The weapon was painted in a shade of black that seemed to absorb the light, with a silver hilt and a reddish-gold edge. It radiated a sense of danger and power, causing Vivienne to hesitate even to touch it.

"Wha-what's this?" she stuttered.

"It's one of the last weapon's Percy made," Chiron explained, his eyes filled with nostalgia. "He crafted it three weeks before his disappearance. What makes this sword special is not only that Percy made it, but also that Leo, Jason, Nico, and Annabeth all contributed to its design. It is forged from a blend of rare and unique metals, some of which you've never even heard of."

"Like what?" Vivienne asked, her curiosity piqued. "Is this the Celestial Bronze Thalia was talking about earlier?" The centaur chuckled.

"There's no fun in telling you the answer," he replied, a twinkle in his eyes. "I think I'll let you figure it out. After all, 'going south' like the prophecy said could mean anything, and I doubt you'll be that busy." She nodded, thanking him before placing it in its sheath and strapping it to her waist. The centaur only smiled sadly.

After Chiron gave her the sword and went to wish his goodbyes to Phoebe, Piper gave Vivienne a quick hug.

"I have faith in you," she whispered in the girl's ear. "Bring Perseus back to all of us." Jason nodded.

"Even though we have barely met, the Oracle has spoken. You're the person in the prophecy. Keep safe, stay in contact with the camp, and convince Percy to come back. Remind him…" Jason suddenly paused, as if he wasn't sure if he was allowed to say it. "Never mind," the god muttered, patting Vivienne on the shoulder. "Just bring him to his real home." She nodded, standing to the side and waiting for everyone else to finish their goodbyes.

Finally, all that was left was the deathly pale boy she'd briefly met. Reyna approached him first. She pulled him into a fierce hug, and to Vivienne's surprise, the boy embraced her back, holding onto her as if he feared letting go.

"Find him please," the boy said, and Reyna nodded firmly. Next, Thalia gave him a hug, ruffling his hair and laughing as he scowled.

"Don't get into trouble when I'm gone," she called behind her, causing the boy to chuckle. Atalanta gave him a respectful nod which he returned.. Now, it was just Phoebe.

The two stared at each other for a good minute, neither saying anything.

"Stay safe will you," the pale boy eventually said in a lowered voice. "You don't know what's waiting for you up ahead."

"Already worried for me?" Phoebe teased. The boy snorted, his lips curling into a half-smile.

"Worried you're gonna miss me too much," he retorted, giving her a hug. Phoebe leaned close to his ear, whispering something Vivienne couldn't hear, but whatever it was, the boy was grinning wildly.

"Don't get into trouble Nico!" Phoebe said with a soft smile. "I'll be back before you know it." Giving one last salute to the gods, Vivienne and her group turned around, beginning the walk towards the big tree, and from there, hopefully to Percy Jackson.

"So what's the plan?" Vivienne asked the people next to her.
"The plan?" Thalia echoed, her voice tinged with both amusement and seriousness. "Vivienne, you are the plan. Not only is this your quest, but the prophecy literally says you are the key, and that you have the key."
"But I don't," she sighed exasperatedly. "Why does no one believe me?"

"Prophecies," Reyna began slowly, "no matter how cryptic, are always right. You may believe that you don't know where Percy is, but you do. It's only a matter of figuring out what the prophecy's hinting at." The weight of the prophecy settled on her shoulders like an invisible burden. This was already looking much harder than expected. Everyone was relying on her to know where to go, and it was starting to stress her out.

"We'll go south for now," Thalia decided.

"But how far south," Atalanta interjected. "For all we know, he could be just below us." Thalia's expression grew grimmer.

"It's a gamble, but we're going to have to take it," she frowned. "There's no other solution I see. Either we wait here until Vivienne figures out her part of the prophecy, or we start making a move and hope he's much farther down south." It was obvious Atalanta disliked this idea, although she didn't outright object.

"Travel?" Reyna asked.

"Car," Phoebe replied. "Don't ask how, but we got ourselves a decent vehicle for the ride." Reyna frowned.

"Define decent," Reyna pressed, already wary. Phoebe jerked her head forward.

"See for yourself," she said, gesturing to a small car at the bottom of the hill.

The car was… well not what Vivienne had been expecting. It was like someone had taken a tiny, rickety box on wheels and called it a vehicle. Dirty, slow, and tiny were the only words that came to mind. She had pictured herself cruising in style with the hunt, but this sorry excuse for a car left her questioning their judgement. How were they going to fit five people in there? It looked no bigger than her bed! Reyna's face mirrored Vivienne's disbelief.

"This!?" she exclaimed. "I've seen lawnmowers bigger than that!"

"Hey, size doesn't matter," Phoebe protested. "Besides, there's five of us, all strong demigods/immortals. How long do you really think it's gonna be until we need a new car?" Reyna grumbled, but she knew Phoebe had a point, opening the trunk of the car and shoving her bags in. She took Vivienne's bag as well, loading it all up. As the other girls were preoccupied with finding the best way to load up the car, Vivienne quickly snuck into the passenger's side of the car, strapping herself in before anyone could call shotgun. She grinned triumphantly, feeling like a master of car seating politics, before letting out a sigh and leaning back against the headrest of the car, waiting for everyone else to settle in. After much arguing, they did, with Reyna driving the first leg, and the three hunter's squished in the bag, giving her dirty looks.

"Percy, here we come," Reyna said softly, before turning the keys and trying to start the engine. Key word - trying.

"Oh my days, Thalia," the roman glared. "This car doesn't even start!"

"Try again," the hunter urged. Muttering under her breath, Reyna gave the key another twist. The engine sputtered weakly, but the car seemed to have other planes. It refused to start, as if protesting against their quest. She tried again, this time pumping the gas pedal as she turned the key. Still, the engine only gave a feeble attempt before falling silent. Reyna took a deep breath and turned the key once more. This time, she kept the gas pedal depressed slightly as she turned the key. The engine coughed and spluttered, but there was a glimmer of hope as it made a few more attempts to start.

"Just a little more," Thalia encouraged the car. "Come on, you can do it!" With one last surge of effort, the engine roared to life, filling the air with the sound of victory.

"Finally!" Reyna sighed, reversing onto the road. "Someone remind me to talk to Jason about our budgets. This camp really needs a better car." As she shifted into first gear[, the car spluttered, but slowly began rolling forwards. It wasn't long before the five of them were hurtling down Long Island, their quest having officially begun.

"So what do we do now?" Vivienne asked, boredom creeping up her spine as the reality of a five-hour long road trip started to sink in.

"We," Thalia began, "are gonna chat, catch up, and probably discuss all the different torture we're gonna do to Percy when we find him. You on the other hand…" Phoebe handed Vivienne a colourful notebook, complete with unicorn stickers.

"You're compiling a list of everything there is to know about you."
"But-"
"No buts!" Thalia said sternly. "You're the only one who knows where he is, and if we're to find him together, we're all gonna need to know everything about you."

By the time she'd parked her rowing boat, he was already there, at the dock, waiting for her. He watched as she hastily tied her boat using an old rope, clambering out of it. When she finally set foot on the sandy beach, her eyes darted around in momentary confusion until they settled on him. The warmth in her eyes made him feel both comforted and uneasy.

"Brother!" she exclaimed, running up and enveloping him in a big hug.

"How many more times do I have to tell you, I'm not your brother," the man sighed. "Neither of our parents are even remotely similar." The girl rolled her eyes.

"Our parents may not be similar, but we are almost the same! The only difference is I embrace who I am, while you… You hate it." She giggled, stepping back from him to tie her messy hair.

It was obvious that his sister had spent plenty of time this morning getting ready for her visit. A midnight black, leather lace-up corset hugged her athletic form, accentuating her fierce strength and confidence. Natural, jet black and glossy hair cascaded down her back in waves, with a single streak of purple going down the middle. Her eyes were deep black holes, drawing you in, yet holding back any glimpse of true emotion. Beneath the corset, she wore embroidered leggings with intricate, floral patterns. His sister was stall, standing nearly six feet, but he knew it was assisted by the black high heel riding boots she wore. To top it all off, she had an obsidian pendant hanging from a delicate chain around her neck, something he'd always seen her with, though she'd never explained the story behind it.

Of course, he wanted nothing more than to kick her off his property, but the truth was, as much as he hated to admit it, the two were strikingly alike, and yet so different at the same time.

"What brings you here then?" he asked her.

"Do I need a reason to visit my favourite brother?" she smirked with a sly smile, though he knew it had a sinister undertone.

"Yeah," he pointed out. "And we both know you're not here for no reason. You haven't visited me in a while." The girl shrugged, plopping herself down onto the sandy beach and dragging him down next to her. Together the two watched the sun slowly set into the glistening sea.

"Family issues," she said after a while.

"So bad that you had no choice but to come here?" She shrugged again, gazing out at the horizon.

"I just need a break from all the arguments," she sighed. "It gets repetitive and boring. I don't see how a fight isn't going to break out soon. I mean a fully fledged battle of the family," she clarified when he raised an eyebrow. "Already, I've needed to break up multiple fights because arguments got out of hand. It's only a matter of time before Mother finally gets up and when that happens, all Tartarus is breaking loose." The man nodded.

"And your father?"
"He doesn't care what happens," she admitted. "As long as no one drags him into the conflict, all is well in his eyes. Even if we end up killing each other." The girl said this with a hint of bitterness, and he left her to her thoughts, not wanting to pry anyone. She always complained about her family issues, but he'd never seen her this spiteful and agitated about it.

"Have you eaten dinner?" he asked her quietly.

"Nah," the girl replied. "I know you like to eat after sunset, so I figured I might as well take advantage of it." A smile flickered across his lips, though as fast as it came, it went.

"I'll cook something up for both of us," he reassured, getting up and helping his sister up. "Lentils or steaks?" he scoffed.

"How's that even a question? Steaks, duh."

"Alright, prepare to be amazed by my cooking skills." The girl grinned, her eyes lighting up.

"Just no arguments, please," she joked. "I get enough of them at home." He chuckled softly, watching her flash him a cheeky smile before walking towards his house.

In the fading light of dusk, the man stood by the water's edge, a solitary figure on the desolate island. A soft sigh escaped his lips, carried away by the gentle breeze that swept through the place. The sound of crashing waves against the shore filled the air, adding to the sombre atmosphere that surrounded him.

"Oh, how I'd crave for a family fight," he murmured to the wind, his voice carrying the weight of countless memories. "How I miss them." The man followed her. It had been a very, very long time since his last argument, so long that he felt like he'd forgotten his name. His name, the man thought. Before, he used to have glorious titles. They would call him the Bane of Monsters, Wrath of Olympus, and much, much more. Now, he was only referred to as 'brother,' by someone who wasn't even his sister.

He couldn't even remember the last time someone had called him by his real name, Perseus Jackson.

Well, there it is. The person is Percy, and he does have a sister who isn't actually his sister. All shall be reveled soon enough, depending on your definition of soon enough XD. Please do keep reading and reviewing! As someone said, I'm trying to make this a different type of Percy x Artemis story, and yea, there are OCs cuz it's ben 500 years. Big thanks to J915WinterKing for the quote above, and thanks to everyone who's reviewing and reading!