PJ’s POV
Before I know it, I'm back at Camp Half-Blood. Piper McLean comes up to me.
“Where have toi been?”
I look behind me. He’s gaining. I try to keep running, but Piper grabs my arm.
“I asked toi a question.” I yanked my arm away from her. I look at her. He’s gone. I snap back and see him sitting in the grass. My eyes widen. I just stare at him.
“Perseus!” someone yells. He disappears, which perplexes me. I look at who a dit my name.
Jason Grace.
Then pain flares in my leg. I drop to the ground clutching it. I pull out a dagger. I barely register the yelling voices as the ground diminishes from beneath me. I look up and see the teen.
“Beware, little hero,” a deep voice says.”you will meet your doom soon. And so will the child.”
Then I black out completely.
Line break
Lucas. His name was Lucas. My son. He’s next.
I open my eyes to see my father, Poseidon, looking at me with a prominent look of melancholy.
What happened? That’s when I notice where I am. Olympus. My eyes widen when I see the teen is here conjointly, a sadistic smile plastered on his pale face.
“What are toi looking at?” my father asks.
You don’t see him? He shakes his head. Where did he learn sign language?.I look at the other man. I feel like I know him, but I can’t remember.
“You okay there? You’ve been out for two months. And toi look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I have. Over there. I point to the teen.
“There’s nothing there. Are toi sure toi saw something?”
Why am I even telling toi this? I don’t even know you. The man looks piqued.
Then someone else comes in.
“How is he?” it’s clearly a woman.
“He’s awake.” Then the woman comes into view.
Grey eyes and blonde hair. She looks like her.
But I don’t recognize the woman.
Who are you? I sign. She looks surprised.
“ don’t toi recognize me?” I shake my head.
You do remind me of someone I know, though. I look down at my hands. Well, used to know, I say as tears come to my eyes.4 months, I have suffered. I hear someone else enter, but I don’t look up.
“Percy?” I recognize that voice. I look up to see Hazel Levesque holding a baby.
Lucas. The only family I have left.
Hazel hands me the child and I hold him tightly to my chest, but not enough to hurt him. I look into his blue-grey eyes. He looks at me with curiosity.
“Da-da?”I smile. He looks at Hazel.”Ma-ma?” she blushes and I laugh. Then my smile abates when I remember that he will never meet his birth mother.
“Is it too soon?” Hazel asks. I shake my head and get off the bed.
He looks so much like his mother. He kinda acts like her, too. The only thing he got from me was his eye color. He grabs my finger. I smile.
“If toi are the child’s father then who is his mother?” the woman asks.
It doesn’t matter.
“What if she wants to see the child?”
She can’t.
“And why not?”
“Because she’s dead!”I yell, tears in my eyes and my voice rough from not being used for so long. I look at the child that I had donné back to Hazel. I sit down suivant to the mur and put my head in my hands.”She’s dead…” and I sit there, crying silently.
The room is silent.
“I’m sorry, Perseus. I’m so sorry.” the woman says. Then her name comes to me. Athena. Her mother. And the man is Apollo, her half-brother.
“What was her name?” she asks.
Annabeth. Your daughter. I sign, my hands shaking. I don’t have the strength to talk anymore.
That’s when Apollo gasps.
“Bed, Percy. Now” I get back on the lit and he does a few tests.
When he finishes, he looks sympathetic. He walks over to me and shows me the results.
“What is it?” my father asks.
He sighs and turns to my dad.
“ He has advanced schizophrenia. Apparently, it’s gone undiagnosed for 16 years. The worst part is, there is no cure.”