56985036 heroes of olympus the son of neptune

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THE SON OF NEPTUNE



PERCY

Percy woke up by himself in the middle of ruins. They had obviously oncebeen part of a great house, but it wasn't now. He couldn't see muchotherwise; the night was moonless. Where was he? Better yet, who was he? All he could remember was his first name, Percy. The rest was like reaching into a deep abyss. You knew what you were looking for, but it was still too

far out of reach. Percy scrunched his face, trying to remember, but nothing came. What had happened to him?

A noise like leaves crunching made Percy jump to his feet.Unknowingly, Percy reached into his pocket, pulled out a ballpoint pen anduncapped it. The thing in Percy·s hand³once a pen³had transformedinto a three-foot-long bronze sword. The sword emanated a dim glow thatseemed to give Percy sudden warmth. For some reason, this didn·t disturbPercy. He felt like he had a hidden connection to this sword.

Why have you brought him here? someone said.

Percy spun to the direction of the voice. In front of him, two yellow eyes observed him cautiously.

Nearby a female responded, It is the only way, followed by a growl thatPercy figured was too loud to be her stomach. Unless if she had anexcruciating appetite. Plus, considering the fact that Percy may be on the

menu. Then the creature stepped out from amongst the shadows.

The creature was a gray wolf, except that it was twice the normal size. Around seven-feet-tall in height, the creature towered over Percy. Thecreature illuminated such power that she gave off her own light. Even withperipheral vision, Percy could no longer see the wreckage and debris that



once surrounded him. Percy was now in his own world. Just him against aseven-foot-tall menacing wolf.

Percy could see that he was wearing a tattered orange T-shirt that

may have been used as a wolf·s scratching post, blue jeans, and a five-beaded necklace.

Percy positioned his bronze sword pointed at the wolf·s heart. (Or atleast he thought.) The wolf hissed, baring its razor sharp teeth, each one aslong as Percy·s finger.

Percy looked up to find himself surrounded by a dozen strong, gray creatures. "W-who are you?" he asked, his voice more confident than he

felt. Percy remembered somewhere that canines could sense fear. So it wastechnically hopeless for Percy to keep sounding upbeat.

"I am Lupa," said the wolf. She was easier to distinguish with herlarger size and foul breath. "I train young Roman demigods."

The word demigods stirred back some distant memories, but like a fish,it flitted away.

"But all of my demigods must first pass 3 tests,µ Lupa continued.´Ones you must pass as well. Come with me."

Percy looked around. The yellow eyes of a dozen wolves seemed tobore into him. Percy couldn·t tell what they would do if he moved. ButLupa did give him permission to follow her. Even if they did pounce, Percy had an excuse to give the wolves a not-so-pretty haircut.

It is necessary Percy, said that other voice again. Necessary for all of our

survivals. Percy just couldn·t trace back that voice, but it seemed toofamiliar.

"Hera?" Percy guessed.

"Yes," the wolf, Lupa, responded. "Hera is the one who brought youhere. We call her Juno." The wolf went silent. She signaled him to come



follow her. Percy·s legs buckled. He knew he couldn·t trust her. But it would be smarter to just follow her trail. Percy wouldn·t have beensurprised if there were any traps that lay ahead. But he had made up hismind. For some reason his body longed for adventure. And Percy had a

strange feeling that that was what Lupa was leading him to.

He followed.

Finally, after what seemed like a hike over Mount Everest, they stopped.

Percy hadn·t paid much attention that his face ended up in Lupa·s rear. She

turned and growled. Percy noted that growling may have been one of Lupa·s hobbies. Because apparently, she was a natural at it.

The forest they had been in earlier had become a rocky terrain. There were no trees or plants of any kind from as far as Percy could see. A few feet away from them was a chasm that was at least a hundred feet wide and went on forever. Boiling lava flowed through the chasm, melting everything that it came in contact with into goo. Percy wasn·t a bitsurprised how easily it took for this Magma Nile River to form.

Lupa barked and all twelve of the wolves emerged from a billowing curtain of steam. Percy hadn·t even noticed that they had been following him this whole time. Percy couldn·t believe how dumb he was. If the wolves had been given any more opportunities, Percy would·ve been dog chow.

Lupa jumped across the chasm with ease. The other wolves followed with the same agile motion.

Percy·s knees buckled again. Did they really expect him to jump overthe chasm with that much skill?

The she-wolf turned. "No cub of mine will hesitate in the face of danger. Jump or we'll eat you."



Percy could just imagine the other wolves slobbering at the merethought of tearing through his flesh. So with a shrug, Percy jumped.

He had a feeling that it wasn't the dumbest thing he'd ever done. He wasfalling toward the lava. Without any thought, he thrust out his arms. A welcoming power surged through him. Bit by bit, chunks of rocks began totear off of the chasm, positioning themselves like floating platforms. Percy didn·t know what he had done. But one thing was for sure; he finally had a way to get across the chasm.

Percy suddenly remembered his elementary childhood when he used

to play hop-scotch with his friends. And that was exactly what he needed. All Percy had to do was land on each of the platforms as if they were hop-scotch squares. Besides, he had already landed on one of them.

But it was definitely not that easy. The sheer thought of falling intothe lava was enough to make his legs start quivering. This enhances theprobability of him dropping down into the lava and becoming Percy Soup.Might as well go for it. Percy called forth all of his power andleaped«across to the other platform. And the other and the other. Fear

had been his biggest problem. But it had slipped away like gift wrapping. After a few more bounds, Percy had made it across.

Percy·s sea green eyes focused on Lupa. She nodded her approval."Not bad, not bad at all, demigod . Come with me, you still have two moretasks." And once again, Percy had no choice but to follow the pack of wolves through the woods.

As they ran down the path, Percy realized he had dropped his sword. Onceagain, he reached into the pocket on the side of his jeans. There was thatpen, a single weight in his pocket. He decided to keep it. He didn't know how long it took for the pen/sword to reappear and when he might need itagain.



The wolves stopped in front of a river, or at least Percy thought it was a river. All he knew was it wasn't made of water. The wolves crossedand turned back to face him.

Lupa chanted, "No pup of mine will bow to pain, hesitate and you will be our meal."

Percy carefully submerged himself into the river. He found that it was not water, but acid. It burned him and his clothes. He was on fire. Asense of Déjà vu came over him as he felt himself burning to ash. H old ontosomething he recalled from, well from somewhere. H old onto something,anything, it said. But he had nothing to hold onto. Was this how it felt whenyou were in a near-death scenario? Taking slow, deliberate steps, he

crossed.

When he reached the other side, the wolves nodded at him in whathe thought was an approving manner. Once more, they ran away, giving Percy no choice but to tag along.

This time when they stopped, it was at a boulder. The rock wascovered by a thick layer of vines. The only opening was the one they hadcome from. Lupa indicated that he sit on the rock. Percy sat carefully, eyes

never leaving Lupa.

"No pup of mine," Lupa began, this time the rest of the wolvesjoined in as she chanted, "shall leave what's important for his weakness.Stay idle if that·s what pleases you, until the true enemy comes."

Percy reached into his pocket. He had a bad feeling about this. That·s when the voices came. At first they were soft, but the sound grew to aringing effect. The voices so familiar. Yet so distant.

"Help me Percy. I'm making a giant a bridal gown."

"Brother, help me."

"Sweetheart I need you."



"Percy, the Hunters need you."

"HEY! SEAWEED BRAIN! HELP ME! PLEASE! BY ALL THEGODS HELP ME !"

That last voice sounded so familiar. That girl needed him so muchand her voice did funny things with his heart. But Percy just sat there, waiting for his true enemy. As if on cue, out of the woods walked a boy inhis late teens early twenties with a scar down his left cheekbone. Somehow Percy knew that this boy was a son of Hermes. The boy·s eyes were gold. Adouble-bladed scythe materialized into the teenager·s palm. Lupa and theother wolves turned and walked away.

´Hey!µ

Percy faced the boy. The way his voice sounded, like scraping a metalagainst rock, irritated Percy. The boy emanated an ancient aura. His voicesounded ancient as well. Centuries older than the gods even. Butsomething about this boy brought back memories that even Percy didn·t want to remember.

´Luke?µ Percy said.

The boy·s expression hardened. He thrust his scythe out at Percy·schest. ´Thy name is Kronos.µ Percy grimaced. When he said that it felt liketime froze at the mere mention of his name. ´Luke is dead. His soul restsin the Underworld. And you are soon to meet him, young hero.µ

´Fear me, Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon.µ The titan waved hisscythe in a circle and finally brought it to his side. As he did this, the titan·sform changed. Once a teenage boy, the titan became a ten-foot-tall snoring

woman with mud-baked skin, raggedy torn robes, and the foulest stench. If you were to not take a bath for over a year³which you strictly shouldn·tdo³then you would·ve smelled like a fraction of how bad this womansmelled.



The woman loomed over Percy. ́ I«snore«am«snore«Gaia.µPercy figured that it would·ve taken Gaia at least a minute to finish at leastone sentence. He hoped that she was also slow. But he shouldn·t haveunderestimated her, because a few seconds later, the Sleeping Giant

pounced.

Considering the fact that she had mud-baked skin, an incredibly badsense of style, never in her life had she come amongst soap, and surprising agility. For the most part, Percy felt hopeless. But throughout his journey,Percy had learned that fear was one of his biggest obstacles. And hecouldn·t just let it win over him. Percy did the most appropriate thing hecould think of³he reached into his pocket and pulled out his ballpointpen.

´Wish me luck,µ Percy whispered to himself. He uncapped theballpoint pen and soon enough found Riptide embraced in his hand.

Yet again, the scythe appeared in Gaia·s outstretched palm. Percy moved toblock her first blow. The scythe·s blade had become some sort of multicolored slate. Some parts of the blade had a hot red glow, while otherparts were pink and purple, and sometimes the dull gray color of plainstone. In a quick swipe, the swords connected.

´Ah, so you like my blade,µ Gaia said. ´It is connected to the Earth,as am I.µ

Gaia continued to attack, Percy waiting for an opening to return thefavor. In the meantime, he started sensing for water³the only thing thatgave him power. He found it, a stream just a few yards from the clearing.Slowly, he pulled it toward him, weaving the water through the narrow splotches of lava that dotted the terrain.

Percy held his concentration, but he could still feel his powerdraining from him. He needed a distraction. Percy knew that great deitiesloved to brag. "So who are you?"



"I?" Gaia said³her voice sounding more ancient and powerful thaneven the greatest god or titan³while fighting onward still. "I am the firstmother, the mother from which you all came. Yes, even of you, you puny son of Neptune. From me you came and," she paused in both speech and

movement. Percy couldn't even fight back anymore. He rolled away as thescythe bounced harmlessly off his shoulder. But that was as far as he couldgo; because Gaia had cast some sort of magic that made the earth cling onto the soles of his shoes. Percy felt like he was in quicksand. Gaiagrinned evilly at him and, still sleeping, finished, "to me you shall return."

Once again she brought up her blade. Percy couldn't move, so he didthe one thing he knew he could. He called forth the water he had beendrawing from the stream.

Gaia turned to face her doom. The water rose up in a giant wave and washed on top of the dirt woman. She became a soaking pile of mud. Witha roar of fury came from the mass that was dirt lady. A tree branch camefrom the side of her, grasping a struggling blond haired girl. She looked atPercy with pleading gray eyes, her tan skin covered with patches of dirt.

Even as a blob of mud, Gaia·s voice still echoed in his head, saying,"Without her you won't survive. And if you don't survive, the quest won'teither. For a quest can't succeed without a sword, an arm, or," she paused,letting the tension build, "a heart." The tree dissolved into the ground, thegirl sinking in with it. The spell had broken and Percy stood there gasping for breath.

What in Hades had that been about? Who was that pretty blonde girl? Why did he feel so strong a connection to her? And why couldn't heremember her, but she still felt so familiar?

Lupa came up beside him. "Come now, son of Neptune, we must seefrom where it is Juno sent you."

Whoever he was and whoever Lupa was, Percy had concluded onething. He was needed somewhere. By someone. And nothing would stophim from fulfilling his destiny³whatever it was.



Lupa gestured Percy onto her back. ´Are you ready?µ she asked.

Percy nodded. And with that, Lupa let out a long, thunderous howl,and set off to the unknown.



ANNABETH

Annabeth entered the Athena Cabin and yawned. It had been a long day of strategizing how to find Jason's camp, the Half Blood Legion Training Academy, as well as helping Leo with the plans of his flying boat. Piper wasa really big help. But she still seemed too smart to be a daughter of Aphrodite.

Annabeth·s main hobby was to think. Not to mention that she wasthe daughter of Athena. But without Percy, thinking was the only way that Annabeth could ever fall asleep. And it only worked like half of the time.She just couldn·t help it when her mind wondered off about Percy. Thesethings gave Annabeth even more reason to hate Aphrodite, the dumbgoddess of love.

Just before Annabeth was about to jump into her bunk, Mitchell, her

younger sibling, appeared before her with a not-so-good look on his face. And a not-so-good smell.

Annabeth sighed. ´What now, Mitchell? Can·t you see that I·m aboutto go to sleep?µ

´But³!µ Mitchell whined.

´Let me guess, girl trouble?µ Ever since Madeleine came to camp a

few days ago, Mitchell wasn·t himself. You would catch him combing hishair and all, every time Madeleine was to walk by. Even when people werelike: ¶Dude, you so like that girlµ, Mitchell would deny it. And worse,Mitchell was too a coward to confront her, and since Annabeth was thecamp leader, Mitchell expected Annabeth to everything about love.

´I was designing a perfume for M-Madeleine³.µ



Annabeth couldn·t help but roll her eyes. Mitchell stuttered at themere mention of Madeleine·s name. Sadly, Mitchell needed a lot of help.No wonder he couldn·t even confront her.

´³but one of the Ares kids,µ Mitchell continued, ´took it from me,added some muddy water to the content, which altered the whole fruity smell, and poured it on me.µ

At least Annabeth now knew where the awful stench was coming from. ´Yeah, I·ll help you after you take a shower.µ

´But this will take forever to get off!µ Mitchell screamed, waking upthe other Athena campers.

´Good.µ Quickly, Annabeth shoved him into the nearest bathroom.

Unfortunately, Annabeth may have gotten some of the stench on herclothes. She had nobody to impress, so it didn·t really matter. Percy wasgone, there is another demigod camp who·s residents may have caused World War 2, and the world was about to be engulfed in chaos. What wasn·t there to worry about? Annabeth closed her eyes, begging sleep tocome and take away the pain. Mercifully, it did. But the dream that came

later had made things worse.

In her dream, it was the first day of winter break. Annabeth was leaning on what had once been Thalia's Tree. She hadn't seen Percy since August. Andnow the pain and longing was unbearable. Sure they had messaged each

other every chance they got, but it was hard to find accessible rainbows touse for Iris-messages, and the time zones really screwed with things. This would be the first time she'd see him in three months, twenty-three days,and forty-six minutes. A grin spread across her face as a sleek blue Mazdarolled up the drive. Annabeth immediately straightened out herself.



It was Percy. But what if he had found someone else? What if he saw her and realized he didn't return her feelings anymore? Or worse, what if she saw him and realized she didn't love him anymore? Sure they ´sawµeach other when they Iris-messaged, but what if somehow . . .

"Hello, Annabeth," Percy's mother, Sally Jackson, called out. Shelooked awfully relaxed in her jeans and t-shirt. "How are you?"

"Good, Sally," Annabeth replied as a car door opened and closed.She and Mrs. Jackson had become quite acquainted two years ago whenshe, Percy, and Thalia went to help Grover retrieve two powerfuldemigods. "How's the book coming along?" Percy had mentioned that hismother had written a novel. It had become a major hit. Luckily, Percy had

promised Annabeth a free copy.

"Not sure," Sally answered in a tired voice. "No replies yet."

"Oh, Mom, don't be like that," Percy consoled closing the trunk door. "It·slike Blowfish said, ¶publishers get a lot of manuscripts.· They probably haven't read it yet. That and some of those publishers are in Timbuktu orsomething like that. They haven't even seen your stuff yet. When they dothey'll love it and you'll have a million different deals to choose from." He

looked at Annabeth. Annabeth got the message.

Moving ever so subtly closer to Percy, Annabeth added, "Yeah Sally,there's a lack of books that incorporate growing up on a farm with Greek monsters. They'll love both your writing and your originality."

Sally visibly brightened, "You think so?"

"Absolutely."

Sally looked from Annabeth to Percy and back. She shook her head."You two know me too well. I'll leave you guys to camp. See you after winter break." She then proceeded to lean out the window, give Percy agood-bye kiss, roll up her window, and drive away.

"Finally," Percy said with a sigh of relief.



"Since when are you happy that your mother·s gone?" Annabethinquired.

"Luckily, she wasn't telling any embarrassing stories about me or

anything . . ." Her speech was stopped short as Percy pulled her over tohim and gave her a hug. Annabeth felt warm. Partly because of theradiation of heat. Partly because Percy was back and the pain in her hearthad subsided.

"That is why I was happy for my mother to leave," Percy respondedto a question Annabeth had forgotten she asked. They were about to turnand walk into camp when the dream changed.

Annabeth was now in a tree. An oak like many of the naiads in camp were.Down below her was Percy. She called out to him, but it seemed hecouldn't hear her. Annabeth checked her head, not that her Yankee cap would change Percy's ability to hear her. Astonishingly, nothing was on herhead. She called out again, but this time Percy took off, sprinting his way

out of the forest. Annabeth wanted to know what was going on, so shechased after her boyfriend.

Percy ran through the woods. Annabeth always beat him in footraces.But this time, Percy was running with such speed and stamina that Hermes would·ve been jealous. As he drew farther away, Percy never turned back to see if anyone was following and didn't bring out Riptide, his sword, incase any monsters came at him. Soon, Annabeth began to slow down, herlimbs growing heavier with every step. Apparently, Percy did so to, until

she was close enough to touch him. Annabeth reached for his shoulder andgrabbed it.

Percy turned until Annabeth realized that it wasn't Percy at all . . .



Percy·s form changed from the gorgeous black-haired teenager to agrotesquely entranced female. The woman was exactly as Leo haddescribed her: sleeping, black hair, and made of dirt. Annabeth gasped andtried to run. She pinched herself but she wouldn't wake up. Finally she

looked at the woman's closed eyes.

"Gaea," she addressed the woman with malice. "What precisely doyou want from me?"

"Don't give me that," the earth woman retorted. "Since I failed tobreak lovely Leo, I'm going to give your dashing Prince Charming a try.Even with his memory erased, your voice affected him during his test."

"Test?"

"Nothing you need to mind," Gaea replied.

"You don't actually have me. I'm sleeping in Camp Half-Blood," Annabeth stated confidently.

"Yes, well, not anymore," Mother Earth replied. Her expressionchanged. For a second, Annabeth could see Kronos in her. "You sleep-

walked. Ran through that puny camp of yours, yelling, 'Percy, Percy!· inyour sleep." Her imitation of Annabeth·s voice was surprisingly³but,annoyingly³accurate. Annabeth found it slightly unnerving that thesleeping woman was so aware of things. "And they're looking for you now.

Gaia paused. ´Speaking of which," Gaia said. Gaea snapped herfingers. Annabeth awoke, still in the woman's grasp, in the middle of a roadthat was about three miles from Camp Half-Blood. She struggled,screaming in her captor·s arms.

Gaea sighed, "I hate it when my children are beaten. I'll go to any lengths to protect them and according to my prophet . . ."

"What did Medea say this time?" Annabeth said with a dab of thick sarcasm. Suddenly, tears, held back for weeks, had started to leak from hereyes, leaving wet trails down her face. "That the quest would have failed



without Percy? That I would break him? With his memory erased? Yeahright. He's probably fallen in love with some other girl at his new camp."Her voice cracked on the last sentence. It was hard to imagine, Percy, theguy she was so dedicated to had left her.

"Oh, my dear," Gaea said, pulling Annabeth closer. "My dear, hehasn't even gotten there to fall in love with anyone. Hera really didn't wanthis fatal flaw to get the better of him."

"Well, didn't he have others with him, like Jason?"

´That, I cannot confirm. But Percy will return«eventually."

"She didn't want Percy to have friends?"´Exactly. Now, enough chit chat," she said in her sleeping state. The

world around them spun and shifted. Annabeth couldn't remember reading anything about Gaea having an ability to travel like this, but she wasn'tmentioned much in any mythology after the whole having her kid kill herhusband story. Gods knew what powers she was hiding, but being personified as the Earth, it made sense that she would be able to travelacross herself. All Annabeth knew was that whatever Gaea was planning it

couldn't be good.

The spinning came to a drastic halt. Without warning, Annabethbegan gasping for air. Tentacles of mud were clinging to her legs,hardening within contact. Instantly, Annabeth reached for her knife. But it wasn't there. Surprisingly, Gaia was smart enough to take away all herchances of survival, and make Annabeth completely helpless.

Gaea had let her go and was walking around. They were on a

mountain top the San Franciscan Bridge in view. The ruin of a palace lay around them and in the distance a man was holding up something largeand uncontrollably heavy. But the man was too tall to be a man. He hadpower that felt more ancient than the gods.



´Indeed, he is my titan son, Atlas,µ Gaia said. Annabeth grimaced atthe sight of this titan. She remembered being captured and tricked intoholding up the heaviest thing imaginable. Something, that if dropped, couldflatten and destroy the entire world. That something was the sky itself.



Reyna

Reyna knew something was wrong when the black haired, green-eyed boy entered the camp.

Lupa, the she-wolf, came bounding into the camp with the boy perched on her back. This boy, whoever he was, had something to do with Jason's disappearance. At least, that's what Reyna's gut told her.

It was hard being the Praefectus Castrorum, or Camp Prefect, for theMars Cohort in the Half-Blood Legion Camp as well as the TribunusLaticlavius, or second in command. Everyone was always looking up toReyna to fight the hardest and best of everyone in the Training Academy. Just because she was good enough to lead her siblings, the children of the war god, Mars, into battle. Reyna knew that she didn't have as muchpressure as Jason had, being the Legatus Legionis (commander in chief),but with no sign of him for two weeks and no one allowed to look for himunder pain of death, everyone was looking to Reyna to take charge.

The Training Academy only got that name so that the demigodsparents wouldn't be suspicious and wonder about the new school theirchildren had found. Otherwise, it was a glorified military camp, tentspitched in organized groups. The farther in you got, the bigger the tents were. In the middle of it all was the only true building in the entire camp,the castra or main fort. Campers were organized as Roman Legions had

been when they were in power. The only difference lay in numbers of soldiers per group since the Academy was far from six thousand fighterslarge. Even though, the population last summer had increased to fivehundred fighters large because of the Titan War. A contubernium wasnonexistent, centuria from six to eight people instead of eighty, cohorts 30to 40 people, and 400 in the entire Legion.



The new boy had obviously never been introduced to that kind of organization or discipline. He slumped onto the ground, plainly exhausted.

Lupa came loping up to Reyna, bringing her back to focus. Reyna

straightened herself and saluted Lupa as she had been trained. Lupa andthe thirty wolves that stood behind her, nodded in return to the greeting. Though they were disciplined, the fighters and leaders at camp weren'tstrict outside of training exercises. Some of the wolves laid down as theyounger ones chased their tails. It was rumored those wolves weredemigods that had been favored by Lupa and were offered to be with herfor eternity. Unlike her followers, Lupa never relaxed. She stood atattention in front of Reyna.

"Any sign of Jason?" Reyna asked. Lupa shook her head. She hadexpected no other answer, but she still couldn·t help but ask. Her eyesfloated off to the mysterious boy that now approached them. He looked tobe about sixteen or seventeen, in good shape, but not as buff as the Romancampers. His hair was black and eyes piercing green that reminded Reynaof the sea. The clothes on him were worn and dirty, of course they wereafter the test, but at least they had held up well.

Reyna turned back to the wolf. "Who's the newbie?"

"All I know is that Hera sent him," Lupa informed her. Of course,that's all Lupa ever knew. She saved questions until after the test.

"Well, who's his . . ." the boy reached them and Reyna stopped short.She wanted answers. They would probably come better from the boy himself. If he didn't answer, well, let·s just say that Reyna had her ways togetting what she wanted. She wouldn't kill him; just get some answers fromhim in the way she knew best.

"Hi," the boy greeted, with a lazy wave. "Nice place you got here. What's it for exactly?"

Lupa answered before Reyna could. "It is a Training Camp for young demigods."



Once again, someone beat her to explaining things. Only this time it was the boy, not Lupa, who knew the answer.

"You mean, the kids of the gods?" The boy had his face scrunched as

if trying to remember something. Reyna and Lupa exchanged a look thatobviously meant shut up. As usual, this was the one order Reyna couldn'tobey. She tried, she honestly tried, but failed as miserably as ever.

"Okay then, Mr. Know-it-all," Reyna demanded, "what's your name? Where did you come from? How did you know what a demigod was? Whatelse do you know? If you don't give me a straight answer I swear by all thegods that I'll . . ."

"Reyna, enough ," Lupa ordered. "I understand your upset, anyone would, but that does not give you the right to go threatening strangers. Inthe old days you know what I would have done to you for speaking out of turn, but I'll show you mercy in these modern times.µ Reyna looked down,embarrassed. She'd heard the speech often in her years in training, but shenever seemed to learn her lesson.

Lupa turned to the new boy. "Now, let's start with your name andage, son of Neptune, and then we shall elaborate more."

Reyna's eyes widened in shock. A son of Neptune wasn't allowed, notafter World War II. So now, not only had Jupiter broken the vow, but Neptune . This was no coincidence coming so soon after Jason'sdisappearance. When Lupa was done, Reyna was going to take thisnewcomer to the training grounds and give him an interrogation of herown.

Once again the boy's face scrunched up in an effort to remember.

Finally, he gave up and responded to Lupa's request. "My first name isPercy. I don't know my last name or my age. Uhh«I guess nothing seemsfamiliar anymore."

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