Okay, first off, I am sorry for not updating. I'm not even going to bother giving you a long, lame list of reasons to make up for my absence. It is merely laziness on my part. I really need to stop procrastinating...

Anyways, thank you all for not giving up and reviewing! I feel horrible for leaving you all. I know how annoying it is, and I am angry at myself for leaving you all hanging. Hopefully, this was worth the wait!

PS: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I AM A NICE AUTHOR WITH ORGANIZATION ISSUES...

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Poseidon's POV:

My son is in front of me and is making a fool of himself in front of the Olympian Council for the small glowing counter above Athena's throne says is the 162nd time (I briefly noticed Apollo grumble as he threw 25 drachmas at a smirking Hermes). Why she has kept a record of that, I am not quite sure, but that is not what surprises me.

The thing that does surprise me is the fact that he was actually in front of me. How was my son contacting everyone, and why hadn't he contacted me? Also, why in the name of the Atlantis is he waving at me like an idiot? I looked down and looked at my letter again for answers.

Dear Dad (or Lord Poseidon, King of the Seas),

Hey dad, first I would like to say that I am incredibly sorry that you are getting this letter, as it would mean I have let you down. I know that you are proud of me, and all, but I can't help but think I have let you down. I know that you will say this is not true, but what can you do in times like this? I mean other than sob over my heroic death (Ignore that, please don't sob, it isn't very manly and definitely does not suite you).

I know with you that I won't have to threaten or give reasons to go to my Will Reading, since you're my dad and that means you have to attend, but please convince Amphitrite and Triton to come, even though they dislike me. Feel free to invite any sea creatures in your court that you please, the ceremony thing will be by the beach so they can witness it, if they choose to attend. Please remind them that I am not a lord, simply the incredibly awesome son of the best god there ever was!

From your loving son,

Percy Jackson

PS: HA! Take that! My letter was longer than two words Mr. 'Brace yourself'!

PSS: You're a great dad, father of many great heroes! Don't worry about the snobby ones, Zeus has way more of those in his past *COUGH Heracles and Ares COUGH*.

PSSS: I liked being the favourite son of the Earth Shaker, Storm Bringer, Father of Horses, and the Lord of the Seas while it lasted. It definitely had its quirks and water powers are sweet (just saying). This is just my way of saying I love you Dad.

I love you Dad. I love you. My son, who should hate me for giving him a life of danger in the first place, loves me, even though he died because of my foolish judgement. It's not that I didn't love him as well, but having a young son again was odd.

I haven't had a young child since before the oath was made. Triton is a great son, but he is stubborn, and has long since left his youth behind (although he still won't move out into his palace, no matter what Amphitrite and I say). Percy was a definite change from the usual; he was different than any boy I have ever had the chance to meet.

Apparently, I had drifted off, because he was standing (or would it be floating) in front of me, waving his arms like crazy and shouting, "Hey dad? Are you in there? Please come back from fishy land!"

"What? Oh, sorry son, continue," I waved at him, smiling. My son was back.

Percy's POV:

My dad was completely out of it. His eyes were shining and he was grinning like a fool. I wonder if all dads get like that, although I can figure that out later.

"So as I was saying before someone left to the world of imagination," I pointed at my dad, who was smiling again, "I have planned a Will Reading. Yes, before any of you ask, I actually wrote my will, knowing that I probably would've died in the end," I sent a meaningful glance at Athena.

"Basically, I need your help to organize this. Please don't get made at Demeter or Hestia. They actually planned to help me on this," I smiled at them. Demeter looked a bit annoyed, but Hestia sent me a warm smile in return.

"Why should we help you?" Zeus's voice rang through the room with the oh-so-familiar crash of thunder.

I sat down on my dad's arm rest, shaking my head at the air-head, "Why must you shout all the time, uncle? I get that you're proud of the 'I AM THE ULTIMATE RULER OF THE GREEK GODS!' thing, but you don't have to shout. Especially in this room, Annabeth may have made it too big..." Hermes and Apollo laughed, even Artemis had a smile.

Even Mr. D— or is it Mr. B— had a grin on his face.

"See Zeusy! Even Mr. D doesn't absolutely hate the idea!" I chuckled as Zeus turned to his son.

Mr. D mumbled, "At least he gave me a ship of diet coke..." Zeus looked around at his family and frowned when they were all seemed to agree.

"So, who's in?" Standing on my father's throne I looked around. Everyone but Zeus and Ares raised their hands. In the shadows I saw Nico and Hestia smiling at me, and Demeter letting herself smile.

Artemis's POV:

As soon as Percy asked my annoying brother stood up and cleared his throat dramatically. Immediately I did my best to block out the horror. Percy looked at him for a second, then to me, and then plugged his ears as well.

Apollo, not knowing his non-existent poet skills, went on,

"The Hero returns,

A gathering to be held,

Apollo is awesome!"

There was an awkward silence after his poem was recited. Percy effectively broke the tension by throwing a shoe at him.

"Apollo," Percy frowned, "Still on Haikus I see. I must ask, why? Why not music, or dance? Why poetry?"

I chimed in, "I must agree with the hero, brother. You are a horrible poet. And the last line had too many syllables. Again!" I glared at him from my throne.

Apollo looked insulted, clutching his chest, "You burn me, little sister! You're just jealous that I, the great Apollo," He stood up like a superhero, "am better at poetry than you!"

"What!" I stood up, screeching, "Who would be jealous of you? You're just a hopeless boy who has no respect for woman!" I was livid, "And don't call me "little sister"! I know that I am older, trust me. Bad memories..." I shuddered, and Apollo started screaming a retort.

Percy's POV:

After Apollo's dreadful poem, he and Artemis got in the argument that they have had at least a million times. I sighed and looked at my dad, "Some things never change, do they?"

He looked at me with smiling eyes, "No, they never do, son."

Poseidon looked at me, and then to Nico, who was pointing at his watch. My dad laughed, "I suppose you need to be going then."

I looked at my feet. They were indeed fading, "Yeah, my daily time-in-mortal-world has reached its limit. I guess I should get a better plan," I joked, and he let out a laugh.

He looked down at me, his beard bushy as ever, "You go, Percy, I'll deal with them. I'm sure they will all come, if by force if anything." I wasn't sure if he was the one applying force, or deadly immortal girlfriends, but I decided not to ask.

As I walked back over to the corner, I think I heard him say, "At least my letter was more decorative!" I looked back with a full out grin, "That doesn't excuse the fact that it was only two words long!"

When I found myself back in the Underworld, I walked through Elysium to my cabin. On the way I passed Silena sitting in a tree.

"So, how did it go Percy? Anything interesting happening up there?" she asked curiously.

I sat down on a rock nearby, "It's been an interesting day. Your mom is still the same as ever, by the way!"

Silena let out a dazzling grin, "Of course she is! Gods rarely change," I stood up to interrupt she spoke over me, smirking, "Unless, of course, your name is Percy Jackson."

"Well, I better get going, later Silena!" I got up to walk away, heading to my bed. The dead need to sleep too you know!

"Wait!" Silena jumped out of her tree, grabbing my collar, "Is there anything I could do? I feel useless down here! Charles too!" I looked at her pleading eyes, "I think I know the perfect thing for you guys! Go get him, and meet me in the café!"

And she ran off, her black hair trailing behind her. I wandered off to our favourite food joint asking myself why I was getting a daughter of Aphrodite involved in my plans, even if she was a close friend.

"Now everything will be pink," I muttered as I walked, "and it will smell like flowers. Great going Jackson..."

Okay, so I hope that was good enough for my beloved readers. If there's anything that needs work, please tell me! I would seriously like to know...

But on to something else, who else has read the Mark of Athena? *Looks around, and face-palms at own stupidity* Of course most, if not all of you have read it. What Percy Jackson fan wouldn't have, unless you sadly do not have access to a copy? If that is you, I feel your pain. When the Son of Neptune came out, my parents hid it away for Christmas. It was a horrible time... I had to sneak in and read a few pages at a time...

So anyways, tell me what you think, of my thing ^^it's up there :D^^ And any recent Rick Riordan news/books!

A GIRL WHO IS HUGELY SORRY FOR THE WAIT!

UPDATE: I was informed that it is actually "brace yourself" instead of "Prepare yourself" by THeReeDeR9295. I thank you for pointing out what was unobvious to me!