Finding Family

Prolouge
Nobody was ready at all for what happened that day.

Everyone was in a good mood, and nobody expected the fight,but when they came it was chaos. The only people who remained at the camp were Chiron and three baby girls, one about a year old, one about five months, and another that had just been born an hour before the battle. All their parents were fighting, trying to protect the camp.

The camp won, but few came back alive. The parents of the two older baby girls did, but the parents of the newborn did not return. Chiron and the other campers looked everywhere they could, but it was presumed they were dead.

The shouds where burned for every person who died (including one for posiedon and one for athena) and life returned to as normal as it could be with those campers gone. The baby girl went to her grandparents, and she never knew a word about her past life.

Until now.

Percy:
Okay. I know what you're thinking. Percy Jackson's dead. Yeah, that's what I thought too before I even knew his name. But no, he's not dead, and no I'm not him. I'm his daughter.

After Gramma Sally and Grampa Paul took me in, they named me after my parents. Persephone which could be shortened to Percy, Annabel because Annabeth didn't sound quite right, and then my last name. They kept it at Jackson, which I preferred.

Well, that changed 12 years later. I was at home hanging out with my best friend Maddy and Trista when some guy knocked at the door. His hair was brown, and his eyes were the same shade of blue as mine. He wore a hawaiian shirt, swim trunks and flip flops, even though it was the middle of January.

So, I opened the door and there he was.

"Hello. Is Sally here?" asked the man. "Tell her I have news on your dad."

I told Maddy and Trista I'd be right back, and ran into the kitchen.

"Gramma, some dude in beach clothes wants to see you." I said as I ran in the kitchen, "He says he has some news on Dad."

"Posideon." she whispered. "Okay sweetie. Go tell Trista and Maddy to go home. Me, you, Paul and this 'dude in beach clothes' need to have a talk with you."

Sadly, I walked back into the living room and escorted them to the door, not wanting my friends to leave. Once they began to walk, Gramma called me into the kitchen.

"Percy, I know you know you're not normal." said Gramma. "But it goes past your dyslexia and ADHD."

"How much more 'not normal' is there?" I asked sarcasticly.

"Well, it has to do with your parents. They were kids of greek gods. Your mom, Annabeth, was a daughter of Athena. Your dad was a son of Posiedon." said Paul.

"Which is me" the beach clothes dude added.