Percy POV:

Six hours. That's how long it took to get to her school. SIX hours. I hope this trip was worth it, otherwise I'll be pissed.

I passed the time by tapping the window of the car. I tried to twirl Riptide around my fingers, but Hope got really mad at me.

"Will you stop that. It's getting really annoying," Hope complained.

I shrugged, "Can't. It's either this, or the pen. And you hate the pen."

She sighed, "Ugh, fine. Just keep it down. We'll be there in a few."

"You know," I started, "you never told me what you meant by 'us.'"

"And what did I say?" she retorted. "I'll tell you once we get to the school. It'll make more sense when we get there."

Doing my best Estelle impression, I whined, "I hate surprises!"

I know she can't say full sentences, but still, it was funny. Hope even laughed a little.

A few minutes later, Hope pulled into a driveway. She said, "We're here."

The school was not what I expected. It didn't even look like a school. More like a huge mansion. Or those resort hotels.

Once we got everything out of the car, Hope led me inside.

The interior was manly wooden. It looked like an older interior, but with a modern twist. And it didn't look anything like a modern high school. It was really well kept, like everyone at the school was a neat-freak.

Hope took me further inside, until we were outside a pair of large doors. As she went in, she said, "Wait here."

And I did, but after a minute or so, my ADHD got the better of me.

I walked to the other end of the hallway and back, when someone saw me. He had curly black hair, a pale complexion, but not Nico pale, and green eyes.

He asked, "I haven't seen you before. Are you new? I'm Landon Kirby."

I nodded, "Percy Jackson. And yeah, I guess. Hope just brought me here. Still don't know exactly why though."

Landon said, "She tends to do that. But coming here was one of the best things that's ever happened to me."

I heard footsteps behind us. Hope called out, "Percy, come on. Dr. Saltzman's waiting. Hi, Landon."

Landon nodded, "Hope. Anyways, nice meeting you Percy."

I followed Hope into an office. We were met with a man who had light brown hair and blue eyes.

Once Hope and I were seated, he introduced himself. "I'm Alaric Saltzman, the headmaster here. You can call me Alaric, Dr. Saltzman, Mr. Saltzman, whichever of those you prefer. This is a school for the supernatural. A place were-"

I cut him off, "Supernatural?"

What did he mean my that? Demigods?

He explained, "Witches, Werewolves, and Vampires."

Witches and Werewolves I knew about, but Vampires? Did they suspect that I was something else?

I asked, "And you think I'm a 'supernatural?'"

This time, it was Hope who answered my question. She said, "Those guys you fought off yesterday, they were vampires. They're extremely hard to injure or kill. Only a werewolf bite, or a wooden stake can kill them."

I was confused. This had to do with me how?

Hope continued, "And you managed to knock them out with your bare hands. No human could do that, let alone resist compulsion. A mind controlling ability vampires possess."

Great going, Perce! In trying to make yourself look normal, you made them think you weren't.

Dr. Saltzman said, "Here, we teach young supernaturals how to control their abilities, so they can live as normal a life they can. Since, we don't know what you are yet, Hope will give you some physical tests to complete. After that, our... uh shrink will give you a mental exam."

A mental exam? Oh no! I can't do that. I'll fail it. Three wars and Tartarus can take a toll on a person. My blessing from Mr. D keeps me from going insane, not having mental issues.

I realized that my face turned to a look of worry. I quickly turned it to a neutral expression. Hopefully, they won't notice.

Hope then took me outside the school, to the football field. I just remembered something. I smirked, "So, what are you?"

She replied, "I'm a tribrid. Only one of my kind. I'm a vampire, witch, and werewolf."

That doesn't make sense. Last time I checked, you only had two parents. So how could you be all three?

I asked, "How's that possible."

Hope explained, "My mom was a werewolf and my dad was the original vampire-werewolf hybrid. And my grandmother was the original witch."

I noticed that she said "was" when she talked about her parents. I voiced my thoughts and she nodded, "My parents died about two years ago. I don't like to talk about it a lot."

That reminded me of all the friends that I've lost. Zoe, Bianca, Luke, and Annabeth. None of them hurt more than Annabeth. I've moved on, but I don't like to talk about our last moments together.

I said, "I get it. Sometimes, even though we move on, it still hurts."

Changing the subject, she said, "Start with some sprints to the school and back. Do ten of them."

I saluted, "Yes, Coach Mikaelson."

I decided that since I'm already a wizard, thanks to Grandpa Moldy, I would just get her to realize that on her own. So I figured that I would jog, but make it look like I was sprinting. I knew that werewolves were really fast, not demigod fast, but fast.

Once I had finished my "sprints", Hope said, "So you're fast, and you have a really high stamina."

Dammit, Percy. You screwed up again.

I lied, "Yeah. At my summer camp, that I used to go to, we had a lot of sports competitions between the cabins. So everyone eventually got fast and got a high stamina. That was a given."

It wasn't a complete lie. Everyone did get really fast and had a high stamina. And the competitions were manly Capture the Flag.

After a few seconds, she said, "Makes sense. Let's start the next test."

Time Skip

I had just finished all my tests, and Hope had taken me back to Dr. Saltzman's office. She said, "Dr. Saltzman, Percy's a witch. He could be a werewitch, but I'm not too sure about that."

"Witch?" I interjected. "Don't you mean wizard?"

Alaric shook his head. He explained, "In this case, being a supernatural, it's a general term. Hope, Could you go get Landon. He offered to give Percy a tour."

Hope replied, "Sure."