3rd POV memory.

Percy waited for his mom to pick him up from his first day of kindergarten. He sighed when the principal came up to him, walking with his mom. Percy scowled to himself, smiling when they caught sight of him.

"I hope he does not cause any more trouble for you. I'm sorry that he did that." Sally said apologetically, sending Percy a disappointed look, which Percy frowned to.

"What did you do?" Leo asked. I shrugged.

"Like I remember. I was in kindergarten." I said, looking at my mom, who was remembering what happened, based on the way she was staring at nothing.

"He better not, a child his age shouldn't be doing what he was." The principal frowned, sending Percy a glare, which he gladly returned.

"That sounds bad." Frank said, looking at me. I frowned at the screen like thing, I remember this now.

"Percy, come on. I think we need to have a talk." Sally frowned, grabbing Percy's hand and dragging him away, repeatedly apologizing to the principal.

"What is there to talk about?" Percy asked grumpily, pulling his hand away from Sally's.

"I don't know who taught you to fight, but you better not raise your fist ever again unless it's for self defence." Sally growled at Percy, who didn't seem to back down.

"I'm sorry that you haven't done any good parenting in my 5 years of living." He retorted.

"That was a bit to far Percy, way to far." Jason said disappointedly.

"Don't you think I know that? I said I have a lot of regrets, this was one of them. My mom and I are fine now, have been since I was 11." I said, glaring at Jason.

"I'm sorry I don't have a good son to raise!" Sally retorted, but her features softened immediately. "Percy, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." She said sadly.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have." Percy said. They were now in the car, and Percy was seated in the back, so he cried silently. He had tried to have a better relationship with his mom, but she is so distant, still heartbroken from when Poseidon left.

"I also have a lot of regrets, saying that was one of them." My mom said, tears coming from her eyes. I smiled at her.

"It's the past. Besides, after you found out about the- yeah, you know, things got better for us." I smiled, stopping when I was about to say something.

"About what?" Annabeth asked me, looking at me curiously, but definitely still pissed off.

"A very bad time of my life. It only lasted a year and a half, and when my mom found out, she made me stop. We have been close since. It will show, I promise you that." I said darkly.

"Well now we gotta wait, why not just tell us now? We will find out one way or another." Annabeth insisted.

"I don't like talking about it. Let's just say that it was something that earned me more money than my mom got doing two jobs." I said sadly. My mom looked at me sadly, and she was crying hysterically.

"I'm so sorry." She cried, leaning into my shoulder and hugged me.

They walked into the apartment quietly, not talking, Gabe was watching the news, sipping some alcoholic he got his hands onto. Sally didn't stay long, she was out of the apartment right after she got there, which made Percy scared, his mom would be there for a while.

"Who taught you to fight like that, brain boy?" Gabe asked venomously, placing his beer on the table.

"You, Sir. You hit me plenty enough times for me to know the motions." Percy said, shifting his weight onto each leg. He looked at Gabe fearfully, waiting for a punch to the head, a kick in the knee, heck, even to be attacked by a belt, those were fun, according to Gabe.

"You don't put the blame on me, you got that?" Gabe growled, stumbling his way over to Percy, who slowly backed away fearfully. Gabe grabbed Percy by his shirt collar, dragging him up to the roof top.

"Yes! I understand!" Percy shouted, frightened, struggling in Gabe's grip. Gabe held him over the edge, laughing as Percy struggled, kicking the air under him as if it would help him. Suddenly, Percy stopped struggling, letting go of Gabe's hanging in the air calmly.

"Well, it's no fun when you want to die." Gabe growled. Gabe lifted Percy high into the air, and with all of his force, slammed him into the ground. Percy cried out in pain, sobbing. Gabe did it again, and Percy was knocked right out.

"Pathetic." Gabe grumbled, drooping Percy and walking back into the apartment.

Hours passed and Percy finally woke up, staring at the edge. He stood at it, questionably. 'What is death like? Well, wouldn't I have to pay?' Percy thought.

"Ha, maybe death isn't so bad. Why do people fear you? A son of Poseidon shouldn't crave death so much. A son of sea falls from the sky, into the ground. How's that for peace, father?" Percy laughed coldly.

"What's a kid doing on the roof this late? Shouldn't you be asleep?" Someone asked, which shocked Percy to know end. It was the same man from the park, the golden eyed guy.

"Shouldn't you be at home instead of stalking a child?" Percy asked, crossing his arms.

"I have been more curious of you then I should be, is that a crime?" He asked with a dark chuckle. Percy looked around him, no one in sight and no weapon, great, defenceless.

"Yes, are you a gay stalker? I hope you aren't, stalkers are creepy, the gay part I don't care about. Stalkers are creepy." Percy shrugged, and the golden eyes guy stared at Percy.

"I am not into mortals, I prefer the wife I have, well, had. Do you know who I am?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Percy stared at him, shaking his head. "I am a being powerful enough to kill you with the snap of his fingers." He said.

"Sweet, do it." Percy encouraged and the man chuckled, but it wasn't evil, it was soft.

"I do not wish to harm a child of such young age, and even if I wanted to, the lady fates would not let me, because you are the prophecy child, and it's clear as day." He said. Percy looked at him skeptically.

"So my theory of Greek gods being real was right. My father is Poseidon? There are monsters and other demigods like me? How come a monster hasn't come for me?" Percy asked.

"You already knew? You are quite remarkable child. A monster hasn't come for you because of the fates, I do not know their plan for you, but I know they have one, no great hero gets away from the fates." He explained, looking at Percy fondly.

"Why would I be a hero, I just beat a kid up today, why would the fates play me to be a hero?" Percy asked in confusion.

"They fates aren't playing with you yet, but when they start, you are going to be their strongest card. It's why I want you to join my army to remove the gods from their thrones, restore the earth to what I once was, beautiful, peaceful, better. What do you say?" He asked Percy with a hopeful voice.

"I don't want any part of a war. If I have anything to say about it, the fates won't toy with me. Because I know that when they do, everything will get worse for me. I'm selfish for not wanting to save those the gods are using, but I'm not going to be part of any more abuse than I already am." Percy said.

"I respect that. Maybe in future years you will learn the importance of this war, but until then, I will let you be about the war. It will not be for at least another ten years, so do not worry, now, you must return, your mother is getting worried." The golden eyes man smiled sincerely. He snapped his fingers and Percy was gone, and asleep.

"How was that for a memory?" I grinned. Of course the air was thick, not my fault for wanting to cool things down a notch.

"You were friends with Kronos! Why didn't you mention anything when you came to camp! Lives would have been spared!" Annabeth screamed. Every memory was making things worse and worse, and I don't think they will get better any time soon.

"I'm sorry he erased my memory! He erased my memory of ever knowing him, but when we finished the war, I got my memories back." I said defensively.

"That doesn't explain why you were friends with him." She growled.

"I'm sorry that he was one of the only people I had! I was a five year old at just beat up a kid at the time, I was lost and alone, and it's not like I knew who he actually was. I had my suspicions, but I didn't actually know." I growled.

"Maybe he wouldn't have been one of the only people you had if you weren't a freak!" Annabeth screamed at me and ran away. I stared after her, sadly. I knew this would ruin things, if they knew. She's mad that I lied, she's mad that I didn't stop the war that I knew was coming, she's mad she didn't know.

"Percy, she didn't mean in." Piper said, hugging me. I sighed, looking down.

"This is why I didn't tell anyone, because of this. I knew she would react the worse, because she knew me for so long, her not knowing I was lying probably pissed her off to no end." I sighed. "I knew she wouldn't want me if she found out. And she doesn't even know that worst part." I laughed dryly.

"Go after her! You need to explain to her, alone." Leo cheered. I sighed and nodded, I was listening to Leo Valdez, maybe I was desperate.

"Annabeth, let's talk. I know you aren't happy with me, I wouldn't be either if the roles were reversed, but please, please just let me explain." I said desperately. It had taken me 20 minutes to find her, and she was at the bottom of the Empire State Building, leaning against the wall crying.

"Explain what? That you felt like you had to lie to me? That even now you come up with excuses to save your sorry ass?" She asked, sobbing. "I knew you lied about losing your memories, because of Kronos. You could have saved Luke." She said quietly.

"I was a toy, I had known that long before I came to camp. The prophecy was already given, I couldn't change it. I could've saved a lot of people, Zöe, Bianca, Charles, Silena, and countless others. Luke wasn't the only one who needed saving, but he is the first guy you thought of because you loved him." I said, staring at the wall.

"And you fucking decide to wait until now that you knew the enemy, that you didn't even plan on helping anyone despite knowing your dad? The fact that you use to be a cold-hearted bully!" Annabebeth growled, standing up.

"It was years ago! I have changed since I was that dumb kid. My childhood wasn't as bad as a lot of kids, if anything, I had it lucky. I had food on my plate, a roof over my head, and clothes on my back. So what, I got hit a couple times, so what if I smoked? So what if I drank? So what if I made bad choices? That's all in the past. Please, just listen." I begged.

"I am listening! You are digging yourself deeper and deeper!" Annabeth yelled, causing people to look at us.

"No! You are not listening, you are hearing! There is a different. You are finding excuses to hate me at this point! You were the one who marched up to Olympus and demanded that my entire life story be put up on a fucking tv!" I whisper yelled at her, mainly because people can't know about gods.

"Yeah because you were keeping secrets!" She shouted at me.

"Because you like knowing things! And when you don't, your flaw eats you up, scratches at your mind, your very soul until it finds new information to scratch at and play with!" I shouted. And suddenly my face flew to the side, a burning sensation on my cheek. I placed my hand gently on my cheek and looked down at the ground, not sparing a glance at Annabeth, who was already retreating to Olympus.

Annabeth hit me, she slapped me. Images filled my head, of Gabe and his chubby hand making contact with my face. I rubbed my face roughly, trying to knock the memories back into my mind, in the deep abyss of the memories I want to forget.