A New Generation 

"How could you?!" Ellie yelled. "How the Hades could you use powers In Class?!"

"It was easy," Brian responded, climbing up onto the monkey bars. "It was a wave of my hand and woosh! Water. I could teach you."

"You know what I mean, Brian!" Ellie exclaimed. "You know the rules mom and dad set!" Brian laughed and swung his body so he was standing on top of the monkey bars. His black hair shone in the fall sunlight.

"Who cares? It's fun!"

"Fun?!" Ellie gasped. "Mom and Dad told is specifically not to use our powers at school!"

"Oh come on Ellie," Brian protested. "It was a harmless joke."

"You blew up the classroom sink! Craig Bobifit was soaked!" Brian laughed.

"Oh yeah, that was a good one." Ellie blew a strand of her curly blonde hair with a frustrated huff.

"Ewie!" A small voice called. Ellie turned and found little Lucy, her and Brian's younger sister, running up to her. Lucy's little black braids that stuck out the side of her head bounced as she ran toward Ellie. The pink tutu she wore, thanks to their dad's persuading, clashed with the turquoise leggings she wore. The yellow shirt she was wearing read: "I'm Daddy's Little Girl!" She was in first grade, but she sometimes acted like a two year old.

"What is it Lucy?" Ellie asked kindly.

"TJ was being mean," she responded, her bottom lip sticking out. "He pulled my braids."

"Well, that means you're gonna have to talk to Tristan," Brian replied smugly, his green eyes sparkling with mischievous knowledge.

"No way I'm leaving you alone," Ellie fiercely responded. Brian muttered under his breath as he followed:

"Curse it. You act more like a high schooler than a fourth grader and to add to that, you're my younger sister."

Ellie took Lucy's hand as the little first grader drug her over to where a boy and a girl were shooting hoops. The boy, only in maybe fifth grade, had messed up brown hair and striking blue eyes. Ellie had always found that trait a bit odd to have in an Indian looking boy, but she knew she could talk him down anyway.

"Well well," Ellie said, popping a hip. "If it isn't Tristan Junior. I thought you had moved." Tristan turned and the girl ran by, snatching the basketball from him. She jumped and the basketball flew straight through the hoop. Tristan scowled at her, then looked back at Ellie.

"I prefer TJ, Miss Smartie."

"Oh well. I'm calling you Tristan." Ellie gestured to Lucy, who was now hiding behind her legs. "Why, for the millionth time, were you hurting Lucy?"

"Probably 'cause he's jealous," Brian answered.

"Oh, I know he's jealous," replied the girl who had shot the hoop. She twirled the basketball on her finger as she pulled some of her long, straight blonde hair out of her face. She walked over to their small group. Her multicolored eyes had always fascinated Lucy. "My brother is always jealous. Especially of my basketball skills." She tossed the ball behind her, over her shoulder. The group watched as it sailed through the hoop, getting nothing but net.

"They are pretty amazing, Kelly," Brian replied. Ellie looked over and rolled her eyes. He was totally giving her the googly eyes.

Even though the Grace twins were a grade lower than Brian and a grade higher than Ellie, Brian had had this huge crush on Kelly. Ellie would tease him about her liking him back all the time. Although, recently, Ellie had noticed that they both acted like they liked each other.

"The point is," Ellie jumped in, switching the subject, "is that your twin here, pulled my little sisters hair. I'm not gonna stand by and let it happen again." Kelly shot TJ a disgusted look. TJ shrugged, trying to hide his guilty smile.

"TJ, how many times has dad told you not to do that?" Kelly inquired. TJ began counting on his fingers.

"Frwee," Lucy replied, holding up three of her tiny fingers. TJ shrugged.

"I can't fight with that," he said. Kelly shoved the basketball into his chest.

"Tristan!" She scolded. He gave a nervous laugh, raising his hand while the other held the basketball.

"What? I'm sure Brian would have done the same thing!"

"Yeah right, TJ," Brian answered.

"See?" Kelly said, gesturing a hand to Brian. "Even be wouldn't."

"I bet Craig would," Ellie muttered, then whirled back to face Brian. "That reminds me, we aren't finished!"

"What happened this time?" TJ asked, suddenly excited.

"I totally blew up the classroom sink and soaked Craig head to toe!" Brian bragged. TJ gave him a high five.

"That's awesome dude!" He exclaimed.

"No, it's not," Ellie interjected. "Our mom probably already got the call and is on her way."

"Or it's Daddy," Lucy piped up.

"I'm hoping its dad," Brian said. "He at least understand my talent."

"You probably shouldn't have used your power in class," Kelly said cautiously.

"Well, I did and I don't care. Plus, you guys use yours every day," Brian said, motioning to Ellie and the twins. Kelly shrugged.

"You don't notice mine, TJ's or Ellie's very easily. I can only do small gusts." She waved her hand and a small breeze whistled through their hair. "I still can't fly like my dad yet."

"And I can't use mine yet," TJ said, grumbling. "My mom says it will probably come better when I go through puberty."

"And Brian," Ellie said. "Mine isn't very useful. I'm just really smart. Mom says mine won't come to it's peak until I actually study, which is seriously a waste of time. You're the most powerful one out of all of us."

"But what about Becky?" Brian asked. He gestured to a girl in the corner of the school yard, playing with Legos and humming to herself happily.

She looked like a Greek princess in street clothes. Her caramel hair was braided over one shoulder and her small hands worked furiously at the pieces. In just seconds, she had created a teddy bear.

"She has both her mom and her dad's talents," Brian said.

"But do you remember what mom and dad told us?" Ellie asked. "We're special."

"So are they," Brian protested, gesturing to the twins.

"Brian-" Ellie began, but before she could finish, the intercom turned on with a loud BEEP. The principals voice echoed around the playground.

"Brian Jackson to the office please. Brian Jackson."

Then, with a shrill click, the intercom turned off. Ellie glared at Brian, holding tightly to Lucy's hand.

"Go on, Brian," she sneered. "Go confess to mom what you did." Brian looked over at TJ and Kelly. TJ glanced away from his gaze. Kelly looked straight into his eyes, knowing what lay ahead for him and wanting to help, but couldn't. Brian sighed.

"Alright. See you guys later." He trudged across the asphalt and made his way over to the door. He glanced back once more and noticed Lucy watching him. She gave him a small wave. Brian returned it before gripping the handle and walking inside.

*****

Brian stepped into the office, closing the door behind him. The desk lady, Mrs. Lundell, was in the middle of a phone call, but it didn't matter. Brian knew exactly where to go.

He went around the desk and made his way down the short hallway. He knocked on the principals door.

"Come in," The principal's voice answered. Brian took a deep breath, then pulled open the door. He stopped dead in his tracks.

"H-hi mom and dad..." He stuttered.

His mom stood up, her blonde curls tucked into a bun on the back of her head. She wore a knitted sweater and some white pants. She folded her arms and scowled at him, her grey eyes staring at him intently.

Brian stepped forward as his father stood. His jet black hair appeared wet, like he had come from his coaching practices. He wore a light jacket over a plain purple shirt and his dark jeans. He broke into a smile, his green eyes sparkling and pulled Brian into a hug.

"Hi there rascal. Let's see what you did wrong today."

"Percy!" His mom hissed. "This is serious!" Brian's dad raised his hands and Brian let go. His mother pulled him into the seat between the two of them. Brian took a deep breath then faced the principal.

Mr. Argyle, a thin, kind, cheerful man smiled at Brian. He wore a dark blue shirt and a yellow plaid tie. Brian had always liked the principal, even when he was in trouble. The person he didn't like was the man standing behind him.

Brian's teacher, Mr. Wilson, was an old, wrinkled man whose lips were always were in a scowl. He reminded Brian of the man from the movie UP. He wore an old man shirt: deep maroon with a light grey tie. His dark sullen eyes stared at Brian, almost like a living skeleton. Brian glanced at his dad, and noticed that he was looking at the school teacher with the same gaze.

"Well," Mr. Argyle started. "We should get this overwith." He turned to the living skeleton behind him. "Mr. Wilson?" The school teacher cleared his throat.

"As you may have heard, sir, Mr. Jackson here caused the classroom sink to explode." The teacher gestured to a TV that he had apparently rolled in before Brian had come. "I have video proof."

Brian squirmed in his seat as he looked at his mom. She was sending him a death glare. He quickly looked away and at his dad. His dad was sending him a similar look, but his was more disappointed, as if he were asking him: 'why did you have to be caught?'. Brian looked away from him too.

"As you can see," Mr. Wilson started, gesturing to the black and white tape. "You can see Mr. Sneaky Jackson-" (Brian noticed a look between his parents, almost as if it were an inside joke) "-sitting at his desk with a worksheet. Mr. Bobifit is walking over to the class sink." The teacher pointed to Craig, who was carrying a tray of test tubes. "Wait for it..." Mr. Wilson said, then, just as Craig set the tubes in the sink, the whole faucet exploded.

Both of Brian's parents mouths fell open in shock. Brian rolled his eyes and leaned back in the soft chair he was seated in. He had totally done more damage than that recently.

"Hold it..." Mr. Wilson said, then he rewound the tape and replayed it again. "Watch Mr. Jackson." Brian's parents and the principal leaned in. Brian even studied the tape closer.

Just as the faucet was about to explode, Brian noticed the recorded him wave his hand, ever so slightly, his eyes still fixed on his worksheet.

"See?!" Mr. Wilson barked, making Brian's mom and the principal jump. "He caused it!" Mr. Argyle blinked, clearly and utterly confused.

"Um... I don't-"

"Obviously that wasn't him," Brian's mom piped up. "I mean, how could waving his hand cause the sink to explode?"

"He could have placed a bomb or something in it!" Mr. Wilson argued, his tone accusing. Mr. Argyle put a hand on the teacher's shoulder.

"Danny-" he started, but Mr. Wilson wasn't done.

"It has to be him! He has been the top trouble maker in my class this whole year!"

"Sir," Brian's dad spoke up, his voice calm and collected. "School just started a month ago."

"Still! He has been the worse student I have ever taught in my thirty years of teaching!"

Everyone was quiet after that. Then, Brian's dad began to laugh.

"You should have seen me in school. If you aren't happy with his Bs, you could take my Fs." That caused Brian to bust up laughing. His mom elbowed him as she began to notice the rainbow of colors Mr. Wilson's face was turning.

"It. Was. Him! I swear it was!" The teacher argued.

Then, Brian's mom did the weirdest thing. She stood, took a deep breath, then snapped her fingers. The American flag behind Mr. Argyle's chair fluttered, as if a small breeze had come through a window.

"It was not Brian's fault. We may leave," Brian's mom said simply. Brian thought his mom had gone completely insane from all the blueprints she drew everyday for a job, but before he knew it, the principal and school teacher straightened.

"Yes... I guess it wasn't his fault," Mr. Wilson said simply, as if confused. "I... I am sorry I accused him."

"You three may go, I'm sorry for the confusion," Mr. Argyle apologized.

"It is quite alright," Brian's dad said standing. "I need to chat with my wife quickly and we need to check our kids out of school anyway." The two staff members nodded in understanding. Brian's mother nudged him and he stood, completely in awe of everything that had just happened.

Brian's dad gripped his shoulder and lead him out of the room, while his mom closed the door behind them.

Before they walked away, however, Brian thought he heard the two teachers discussing what had just happened, as that it was all a weird dream...

******

"Brian, you know better than to explode sinks," his mom scolded, turning right at the red light.

"I know," he said simply. "But Craig deserved it! He shoved TJ into the trash can at lunch yesterday." Brian scowled out the window. "He deserved a mouth full of water..."

"Son, I can understand," his dad said. "I went through the same thing. I caused a toilet to explode on a bully."

"Let me guess though," Ellie imputed, looking away from her window. "You exploded sinks too?" Brian waited for their parent's response, but nothing came.

"Are we going home, Daddy?" Lucy asked from the middle in her car seat. She seemed completely at peace, kicking her legs happily. Their dad smiled.

"Not yet pumpkin."

"Well, where are we going?" Ellie asked, tired of how slow the discussion was coming along.

"Well," their mom started, taking a deep sigh. "Your father and I have decided it's time for you guys to know the truth. After what we saw today, thanks to Brian," she glanced at him in her rear view mirror, "we've decided that your powers aren't safe around regular mortals anymore."

"Regular mortals?" Ellie questioned. "What is that supposed to mean?" Their parents looked at each other, as if choosing their words carefully.

"Sweetheart," their dad began. "Do you remember Jason, Piper, Leo and Cally?" Brian blinked.

"You mean, the Grace twin's parents and Betsy's parents?" Brian asked. Their dad nodded.

"Well, they are like us," he gestured to their mom and him. "We're special kinds of families. We don't belong here."

"So, where do we belong?" Ellie demanded. She was staring at their dad, hungry for answers.

"Well, honey," their mom said, looking back at them in the mirror, each at a time. "We're people called demigods. You guys are considered quarter bloods."

"Like the magic people in your stories, daddy?" Lucy asked innocently. Their father nodded.

"We are the magic people, sweetheart. Mommy and I, Kelly and TJ's parents and Betsy's parents are all those magic people."

"Wait," Ellie interrupted, holding her hands up in a 'stop everything' gesture. "You guys took down Lady Earth and Lord Time? I thought those were just made up stories." Their parents shook their heads at the same time.

"No, Ellie," their mom said. "Your father is the dashing hero, I'm the smart young lady, and each of you are named after the fallen warriors." Brian blinked.

"But none of the fallen hero's names was Brian," he said.

"Wait!" Ellie exclaimed. "Lucy! Lucy is the girl version of the strongest fallen hero: Luke." She looked at Brian. "Yours is after the fallen huntress, Bianca. And mine..." She hesitated. "Mom, where did I get mine?"

"You were named after the one who wanted peace: Ethan," she answered, pulling her hair behind her ear. Lucy continued to kick her legs as she asked:

"Mommy, what about the pwetty girl?"

"Silena?" Their mom asked. Lucy nodded.

"We haven't named anyone after her yet," their dad answered. "But Betsy was named after the strong boy who destroyed the monsters. Beckendorf."

"Her middle name is Charlie," Brian answered absently. "That's what the brave pretty girl called him: Charlie." Their mom nodded sadly.

"You always said it happened a long time ago," Ellie inquired. "In a land not so far away." Their dad nodded, then turned back to look at each child individually.

"The land not so far away is only a couple blocks from here." He leaned over into the back and pointed out Ellie's window. "The Empire State Building." Each one of the kids looked out the window at the tall building in the distance. As they crossed the Brooklyn Bridge, their parents began to explain the fight with Lady Earth.

"This is dangerous telling you this," their mom said. "But you guys deserve to know the truth. Do not ask questions as I explain this whole thing, because I am only explaining it once.

"Jason and Piper Grace are two of the heroes in the story. Your father and I are some of the heroes too, along with another couple and Betsy's dad, Leo Valdez. Betsy's mom, Cally, is actually the immortal goddess who isn't immortal anymore: Calypso."

Ellie opened her mouth to ask a question, but quickly shut it as their mom continued.

"Your father and I are the brave duo that fell into the fiery mouth of the evil man of the dark. We got out using the elevator at his heart, and the brave giant and strong janitor helped us. They dusted the monsters away until we could get to the surface again. After sending the Gold Statue to the legendary camp, we went to The land of the Roots and fought many evil giants there. We defeated Lady Earth and returned to the camp in our magic ship. There, we met old friends. Everyone was happy and we were able to build a new life. Happily ever after." Their mom looked back in the mirror.

"You guys are the happily ever after," she finished.

"Wait," Ellie said. "Are we going to the land of Roots or something?" Their parents looked at each other. Their look was so intense, Ellie was afraid to hear their answer. Their father looked back at them, love and concern filling his expression.

"We are headed to the legendary camp. We are headed to Camp Half-Blood."

THE END

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