I wake up, cold, and beaded in sweat.

I remember.. I remember..
Annabeth!
My girlfriend.

Wait, girlfriend?

I look around.
I was sleeping in a small bedroom/closet.

My bedside table was covered in notebooks.

Then I hear a knock on my door.
"James? Are you Alright? "
I hear a very familiar voice say.

How old am I?
Fourteen, right?

"Uh, Yeah. Come in."
I say.

Then a middle aged guy, with salt and pepper hair came in.
He didn't look like Paul Blofis, my other step-dad from my dream.

I just gave him a blank face.
"Are you alright? "
The guy asks.

There you go!
His voice is..

"Gabe? "
I say, tilting my head sideways.

"Gabe? "
The guy said.
"Percy please answer me, are you alright."

"Dad.. "
I remember.
"Uh, yeah. I'm okay.. I guess."

The guy, my dad. Gabriel Ugliano.

"Well, Alright son."
He said, opening the door.
Then he paused.
"Please, if you need anything. Just call me."
And with that, he walked out.

He closed the door again, and turned off the lights.

I couldn't sleep.
I started to remember things.

My name isn't Perseus Jackson.
It's James Ugliano.
What's wrong with me?
I don't have a real loving mom named Sally Jackson.
I'm on the verg of tears.
I don't have a girlfriend named Annabeth.
A tear falls down my cheek.
Wise girl.. Gone?

No.
I feel she's alive.
I feel the gods still alive.

But, who's my godly parent?

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