"Percy, wake up!" I heard my mother's voice from the kitchen.

I grumbled and shifted on my bed. I have no idea what time it is but I do know that I don't want to get out of bed. Monsters decided to give me a visit last night, saying that I'm tired would be putting it mildly.

It's been a week since I got home from camp and it's been days after the war. I frowned, feeling a sinking feeling on my stomach. I don't want to think about it. It left a lot of us broken — something I don't know if we'll still be able to fix.


My eyes snapped open as I sat down on the bed in a speed of light. No blue cookies for a week is like having another trip to the underworld and trust me, it's not a pleasant feeling.

Rubbing my eyes, I stood up and headed to the kitchen and saw my mother facing the sink, probably doing some household chores. I sat on a chair in the dining room. I yawned, my eyes half open and sleep is starting to cradle me on his arms once again.

"Good morning, Seaweed brain," I heard a familiar voice said. I couldn't quite put a finger on who that person is. All I know is that I wanted to go back to bed.

"Good morning," I greeted back because it technically is the polite thing to do.

"Still sleepy?" The voice asked.

"Yeah," I replied, letting out another yawn, realizing why the voice seemed familiar. Hey, she have the same voice as Annabeth's. That's cool. I turned to the side and saw a blonde girl with a sly smile on her lips. Great. She have the same hair as Annabeth.

I frozed and blinked, the feeling of drowsiness leaving my system. And there I saw my gorgeous girlfriend wearing a yellow tank top, denim jacket and grey denim pants. Her hair braided in an Elsa-like way.

Annabeth's eyebrows furrowed. "You okay, Percy?" she asked, probably feeling weird now that I'm looking at her with wide eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I blurted out, quickly realizing what I just said. "What I mean is-"

Annabeth chuckled. "I know what you mean, Seaweed brain. It looks like you're still sleepy. You're not tiring yourself too much, aren't you?"

I shook my head. "Not that I mean to. It's just that those monster loves to drop by and visit so much that they're not letting me sleep." I chuckled.

Annabeth frowned and crossed her arms. "I don't think that's something you should joke about, Percy."

I pouted. "What do you want me to say?"

Annabeth sighed and shook her head with a disapproving look. I laughed and gave her a cheeky grin, she only gave me a playful glare.

"Honestly, Perc-" she stopped, her lips forming into a thin line before she rolled her eyes. "Nevermind."

Suddenly, a hand placed a plateful of blue pancakes in front of me. I smiled, a satisfied hum leaving my lips as I grabbed the spoon and ate.

"Thanks, Mom!" I cheered, my mouth still full.

"Hush, Percy. Don't talk while your mouth is full," said my mom, placing a plateful of blue pancakes in front of Annabeth.

I swallowed. "Sorry," I apologized. "I just can't help it. It's so delicious!" I never got tired of telling my mother that.

Annabeth rolled her eyes and started to eat, shoving a spoonful of pancake on her mouth. Paul is probably at school, preparing some papers because the new school year is just days away.

I'm not really happy about that.

After a few minutes, I heard a knock on the apartment door. Mom was about to head to the door when I stood up and gave her a smile. I have a strange feeling about the person who is on the other of that door.

"I'll go get it, Mom."

Mom gave me a smile and nodded, probably understanding my point. "Alright, Percy. Be careful." She went back to the kitchen.

Annabeth's grey eyes were calculating, she probably felt the presence, too. Our eyes met and she gave me a nod, her hand reaching for the dagger I knew she always hid on her her waist.

My hand reached out for my pocket, checking if my trusty friend, Riptide, is still there. I wouldn't survive many battles without it.

I headed towards the door, my senses ringing. I'm silently hoping that it wasn't some monster standing on the other side of that door — I'm not in the mood for fighting right now. Not now that I'm planning a date with Annabeth today.

I opened the door and a man with a long beard, someone who really needs to know the modern fashion line, greeted me with a smile. He's accompanied by two teenagers who seemed to not be happy to be here.

"Is this Perseus Jackson's humble abode?" he asked, his voice polite but I knew that there's something more behind it.

"No. This is the humble abode for the Goddess of Blue Cookies," I joked, my face serious.

"What?" The boy with round glasses asked, confusion visible in his face.

I laughed and I heard Annabeth's shout from the dining table. "Who is it, Percy?"

"Percy?" The girl with a bushy hair asked.

"Percy. Short for Perseus," I explained, a friendly smile on my face. "And yes, I am Perseus Jackson but I do prefer not calling me Perseus unless you're some monster who wanted to have my dead body in a museum inside his tummy. But anyway, do I know you?"

Mr. Beardy gave me a smile — which I found odd for some reasons. "We have some news for you, young Perseus-"

"I told you, it's Percy," I corrected.

"-about your ancestry," he finished.

I frowned, opening the door wider. "Come in."

Little did I know, I'm going to enter another world I never planned to hop in. Gods, the fates really love making me the main character for their entertainment.