**Percy**
"Thanks boy." I patted Blackjack's nose. "We'll stop at a doughnut shop on the way back to camp." I promised. "And I'll give you that information I promised too." I added in afterthought. "Just wait around here, sleep, fly, or whatever you want, I'll wait till you're back if you aren't here when I'm done."
He nodded and with a soft whine, he flopped down onto the ground and tucked his head underneath a wing going to sleep.
"See you soon." I smiled at him before focusing on the water molecules in my body, turning myself into water vapour before materializing in front of a familiar front door I haven't seen in five years.
Five long years.
Five very long years.
Five thousand Chaos years.
I knocked on the door and waited.
I still had my keys in my pocket but that would lead to many questions that I didn't know if I'll be able to answer. And I really don't feel like talking to the police tonight. They'd ask too many questions and be curious as to why I disappeared for five years and suddenly pop up out of nowhere at my mom's apartment.
Plus I don't want to give mom or Paul a heart attack.
"Hello?" Paul greeted me as he opened the door, looking a bit uneasy to see a guy in a mask and a black hooded cloak, a sword on each hip, a bow and quiver of arrows on his back, and countless other weapons hidden.
"Hello Paul Blofis.May I come in?"I smiled at him.
"How do you know my name? And why should I let you come in?" He quizzed.
"Is Sally Jackson here?" I avoided his questions.
"Who is it Paul?" I heard my mom's voice.
"I don't really know..." Paul shouted.
"You'll know if you saw the face hidden behind this mask." I muttered.
"What was that?" Paul asked.
"Nothing, nothing." I grinned. "So can I come in? Yes or no? Don't worry, I won't slaughter you or anything, I'm just here to give information."
"Slaughter?" Paul said, sounding a little faint.
"Don't worry, I haven't killed anyone today." I said playfully. "Well, I don't think I have."
"Oh dear gods." Paul's eyes widened as his face turned pale.
"Naaa...I'm not a god. I'm related to a couple though. I mean, my dad is a god, I've got two uncles who are gods as well as three aunts who are goddesses. And cousins too, I've got a couple of cousins who are gods and goddesses." I answered.
"I think you'd best come in." Paul stepped back, allowing me to walk in.
"Thanks Paul." I stepped through the door and Paul shut it after me. "I should have just said that in the first place, shouldn't I? Or I could have mentioned my day job."
"What's your day job, dare I ask?" Paul asked.
"I'm the Commander of Chaos' Army." I shrugged. "Involves a lot of killing."
"That sounds...pleasant." Paul nodded slowly.
"You still teaching English at Goode?" I asked.
Paul just nodded slowly.
"That's good." I grinned. "Good without an 'e' that is."
"Paul?" Mom called from the kitchen? "Who was it?"
"Come and see." Paul answered, still eyeing me warily. "Because I'm not exactly all that sure to be honest."
"Hello Sally Jackson." I said as my mom walked out of the kitchen, looking a little confused.
"Who are you?" She asked, immediately looking at the various assortment of weapons I had.
Why does everyone always look straight at the weapons, and more often than not, presume I'm a psychopath.
I'm a nice guy, I promise!
I just have a job that involves killing.
A lot of killing.
Quite a lot of killing.
"I'm not sure who he is." Paul muttered to mom as he went and stood next to her. "I think he's a demigod or a mental hospital escapee. Or both. Most likely both."
"I'm a demigod." I answered. "Commander Omega of the Chaos Army."
"What are you doing here and how do you know who we are?" Paul asked. "I keep asking but you never seem to answer, you just change the subject."
"Mommy!" A voice called from the kitchen and I froze.
"Who was that?" I asked warily.
"Stay in the kitchen for a second, honey!" Mom called.
The next thing I knew, there was a kid behind my mom's legs, peeking out at me.
"That's a kid." I stared at him.
"Yes..." Mom looked at Paul nervously. "Go back in the kitchen for a second sweetie, adults are talking."
"He has a sword!" The kid ignored my mom's instructions and ran over to me and I got a proper look at him.
He looked like I did when I was five but with blonde hair.
"I'm Logan. And you have a sword." He stared at me for a few seconds before asking me, "Are you my big brother Percy?"
