So last time…

Athena thought about this. ''So you're future Percy? Well, future to this Percy,'' She questioned, gesturing to mini-me.

"Yes, I am. Now, back to why I brought you all here; Father has asked that I make everyone read about me. So, I've brought everyone here. Introductions. I'm doing them."

I walked over to the demigods and stopped.

"Never mind. When the story mentions you, say who you are. Let's start reading now."

Now…

Third Person P. o. V.

"I'll read," Annabeth announced.

I accidentally slay my Pre-Algebra Teacher

Many of the people in the room raised an eyebrow at this statement.

"How do you accidentally slay someone?" Apollo asked.

"Who cares?"

Look, I didn't want to be a half blood

"Feeling you," Clarisse muttered, the other demigods agreeing wholeheartedly.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is:

"Never listen to his advice," Nico and Thalia muttered in unison, smiling at each other, blushing slightly.

close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.

"Will that work?" was heard around the room.

Many just shrugged, while The Assassin replied with an angry no, glaring at the members of the throne room.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great.

"Why would a mortal be reading this?" Hera asked.

"Well, in my time, everyone knows about the gods," The Assassin replied with surprising kindness.

"Why are you being so nice to her?" Annabeth asked.

The Assassin rolled his eyes, keeping an annoyed look on his face, but panicking inside, cursing her for being so observant.

"Well, I don't hold a grudge on her, Hestia, Artemis, Apollo, Hades, Thalia, Jason, and Nico." He listed, not saying the entire truth. Well, it's not like I can tell them the story of my betrayal right now. They'll find out later anyways.

Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.

"Ditto," Thalia said.

But if you recognize yourself in these pages-if you feel something stirring inside-stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.

Apollo snorted. "You make it sound like the FBI is coming for you, not the monsters."

Artemis looked at him like he grew three heads. "You actually said something smart for once."

All the remains of happiness disappeared from his face, but quickly came back.

It's not like anyone actually cares for me anymore, he thought bitterly.

The Assassin, having heard this thought smiled sadly. Just because he had a care-free attitude, most gods and demigods thought that Apollo was not smart, forgetting that he was the god of knowledge.

Don't say I didn't warn you. My name is Percy Jackson.

"No, we never would have guessed that," Thalia rolled her eyes.

"I'm twelve-" Annabeth started.

"Introduce yourself: your godly parent, and name, not including deeds. It would give spoilers," The Assassin told Percy.

Percy stood up and started talking.

"I, as you know, am Percy Jackson. I'm a son of Poseidon," he said nervously, glancing around.

The demigods looked at Percy surprised that he used formal language, while the Assassin smirked. His plan was working. Soon, he would change himself so none of the betrayals would affect himself at all.

Zeus, on the other hand looked murderous. His hand crawling toward his master bolt.

The Assassin looked at Zeus and rolled his eyes. "Shut up Zeus, you've broken the oath two times already." (This is one year after Jason is born, so Percy is two) "Now, no one is going to say a thing about any of them. Annabeth, continue," he said all in a bored tone, as if he had nothing else to do and he was there for his own personal amusement, which, in a way he was.

I'm twelve years old.

"Takes place ten years in the future," the Assassin supplied helpfully.

Though no one asked, though most were grateful for the very brief explanation.

Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. Am I a troubled kid?

"Yes", many of the demigods chorused.

Percy, in turn denied the fact.

Yeah. You could say that.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life

"Miserable?" Poseidon questioned, looking rather panicked.

to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan- twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

"Fascinating," Athena and Annabeth said, both looking up.

I know-it sounds like torture.

Poseidon smiled at both versions, past and future, of his son, though he was surprised and dimmed his smile when only the former returned the action to him.

Most Yancy field trips were. But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee.

"That sounds like Chiron," Aphrodite mused out loud.

You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class.

Hermes, and Apollo, having gotten over the previouscomment his sister made, exchanged identical looks of mischief, already planning to spread that idea.

He also had this awesome collection of Roman armour and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

"You fall asleep in class," Annabeth and Athena both questioned/glared at Percy, neither having the wits to do so at the Assassin, fearing what would happen to them if they did.

The Assassin, having overheard both their thoughts smirked once again.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

"As if," Thalia snorted.

Boy, was I wrong.

See, bad things happen to me on field trips.

"Such as?" Poseidon asked, raising an eyebrow.

Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon.

I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway.

At this, almost everyone burst out laughing or had a smile on their face.

And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim.

Well, as you can imagine, the laughing only increased by this.

And the time before that…

"What happened?!"

Well, you get the idea.

"Come on," many disappointed beings groaned.

This trip, I was determined to be good.

"A mistake on my part," The Assassin murmured so softly that no one heard, but the younger version of himself, who gave him a confused, but somewhat questioning glance.

All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

"Peanut butter and ketchup?!" Aphrodite screeched, feeling absolutely revolted, just like the entire room was feeling.

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny.

Many of the demigods laughed at this.

"I'm glad to see you all think so little about me," Grover said, rolling his eyes, after letting out a frustrated bleat.

He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled.

Grover glared at Percy, while the others continued staring at them amusedly.

He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you.

You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

"Way to blow your cover," Annabeth and Thalia laughed.

Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair,

"Eww," Aphrodite muttered.

and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death

"WHAT?!" Poseidon exclaimed, horrified.

"Like he actually cares," grumbled the Assassin, too low for anyone but Percy to hear.

by in-school suspension

"Oh," Poseidon said, embarrassed. "Never mind."

"See," the Assassin hissed at Percy. "He doesn't."

Projecting proof into Percy brain, the Assassin looked at Percy to see if he understood.

"Are you serious?" Percy whispered, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Of course I am. Why do you think I hate them so much?"

Percy's face got red with anger. He stormed out of the room, leaving everyone but the Assassin and his father, who watching above the throne room, to wonder what possibly could have gotten him so angry.

Yay, I finally got rid of that nasty writer's block.

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