Percy's POV

"I don't need to tell you, I only came back to bring everyone home again."

The 'leader' looked at my trainees until Kyle spoke up.

"This is Peter Johnson, he's one of the best agents the FBI has to offer and has been training us. We didn't know until today that he was a demigod."

Before I could speak for myself I heard a snort from behind me and eventually full-on giggling. I watched the faces of the young demigods as the god before them continued to roll on the ground with laughter. They were terrified. "AHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! YOU ACTUALLY MADE YOU NAME PETER JOHNSON! AHAHAHA!!"

"Oh shut up, I needed a cover and you happened to only call me that so it was the first to come to mind."

All around me I heard gasps, 'Have seriously none of them trashed talked/talked back to a god? Really?'

"Anyways, no one touch Mrs. O'Leary unless you're gonna play with her, feed her or pet her without judgment. Only children of Hephaestus can go remotely close to Festus, and if you do you need my permission. And if anyone and I mean ANYONE attempts to ride Blackjack, he will personally beat you up. Cool? Okay. Councilor's meeting in 2 minutes. New kid, you're coming with."

I heard many demigods talk back to me, but ignored them heading straight towards the Rec Room. As I walked I heard the slapping of feet on the ground as someone ran after me.

"Hey!"

I turned, it was Charlie.

"Do I know you?"

"I wish you did, I wish none of this had happened."

"None of what?"

I walked faster.

"Fine, don't answer me. I just need advice,"

"For what?"

"I got a quest, with a prophecy and whatnot."

I whipped me head around to look at him, "About what?"

He glanced up at me, "About this guy I need to find who accomplished a lot, and is the key to finding the other 'Savior' and 'Heroes' and how a dark evil is rising."

I smiled, there WAS a chance.

"What's your full name, Charlie?"

"Uhhh, Charles Robert Jackson-Chase"

As he said that we entered the Rec room and began waiting for the others.

"Why?"

"Why what?"
"Why'd you wanna know my full name?"
"Because I think you should know exactly what your name means."
"But we just met..."

I smirked and soon the counselor's began streaming in, all of them glaring at me as they walked by, but I still saw no robes.

"So a stranger enters camp with a hellhound and a dragon making demands and none of you thought it wise to ask the Praetor's of the 12th Legion knew anything, or if they could help?"

The child of Athena who first questioned me spoke up, "The Romans are in a bit of a mess right now. And why in Hell do you think you can boss us around?"

"Possibly because of the fact that I can. I'm older, have more experience, am more powerful, and I'm not afraid to talk back. Also not afraid to call Zeus a Drama Queen and Hera a Cow Queen."

They all gasped, "You can't say that they'll smite you!"

"Fine then I'll just rest with Hera is a biatch," I grinned as the thunder rumbled.

"So what's your name, 'Oh Great Camp Leader?'"

She gulped, "Uh, Allison."

"Well Allison, it's time you learned my name. Hi nice to meet ya, I'm Percy Jackson."

She crossed her arms defensively, "No if we're going to trust you we're going to need the full title."

I groaned, "UGHHH I hate being old! But fine," I took in a deep breath... 
"My name is Percy Jackson...son of Poseidon, returner of Master Bolt, finder of the Golden Fleece, sky-holder, a survivor of the labyrinth, destroyer of the labyrinth, a veteran of the Battle of Manhattan, River Styx bather, defeater of Ares, defeater of Kronos, child of the Great Prophecy. wielder of Anaklusmos, Sailor of the Sea of Monster, Holder of Pan's spirit, Savior of Olympus, One of the...Seven, Retriever of the 12th Legions Eagle, Praetor of the 12th Legion, Survivor of Tartarus, Bane of all monsters, freer of Thanatos, Titans' Bane, Giants' Bane, Defeater of Gaea, Hero of Olympus, Friend of Bob and Damason, owner of Mrs. O'Leary, rider of Blackjack, Prince of the Sea, Head Counselor of Cabin 3, Champion of Hestia, Champion of Olympus, Leader of Camp Half-Blood, and uh-"

I stopped unable to speak the last part, but no one seemed to care. Everyone stared at me, jaws on the ground, Charlie appeared to still be processing the information. Probably realized it was me being spoken of in the prophecy. I still needed to say the last piece of information. For him, at least.

"Son of Sally Jackson. And...Husband, best friend, partner, of Annabeth Jackson-Chase daughter of Athena, Father of Charles Robert Jackson-Chase. Named after Charles Beckendorf hero of the Second Titan War, and Bob the Titan or Iapetus, without his help we never would have gotten out of Tartarus."

Charlie looked at me and glared. He said no words, but his eyes raged like a hurricane about to strike. His powers were more limited but I could feel the light tremors in the ground.

I held his gaze, knowing if I broke it I would lose all hope of ever getting her back.

I walked towards him, never breaking eye contact, and stood face to face with him. I was close enough to see small pools of tears forming in his eyes. Close enough to still catch a glimpse of the sword at his waist. To see flashes of the past reflecting off of the old bone. To feel the panic rising in my chest that I thought I had left behind years ago. To watch as he balled his fists together as my breathing picked up.

To see his muscles tense, ready for a punch as my breathing became shallow. To see my reflection in his eyes as sweat dripped from my forehead. I was close enough to manage to grab hold of her sword as I fell backward.

I was on the ground, sword in hand until finally, the flashback came over me like a suffocating plastic bag. And the bubble in my chest finally popped so I could release a blood-curdling scream.