Christmas came closer and closer, as got Percy's feeling that something was about to happen.
Something big.
These feelings grew with each day.
It was a week before Christmas as it happened. Like every day, Alfred made his round to wake everyone up. But instead of finding an already awake Percy like always, he only found an empty room.
The butler searched all her usual places to find no one there. He rushed to Bruce to tell him about the mysterious disappearance. Batman, Robin searched for Percy.
They searched the security cameras of Wayne manor and the whole city, but nowhere was a single sign about who, why or where she was taken. They even called her camp with the hope of getting a track of her. But of course, they didn't get anything more, than the promise to be called if they found anything.
No call ever reached them.
They set up a facial recognition software that checked all security cameras across the country. As soon as one filmed her, they would get a notification.
For months they searched for her. Looking into everything they could find. Grasping for straws. They even employed the help of other Leaguers.
Bruce and Dick nearly lost their hope when Clark told them that he couldn't hear her heartbeat, that was until Diana stepped in, citing how it could be possible that something was shielding her from him, that she didn't necessarily has to be dead. Something the woman really hoped for.
Arthur contacted her the morning it initially happened, telling her how Poseidon had called a meeting to inform every attendee that they were to escort Percy to his palace the moment they found her, asking her to keep an eye out for her cousin, and that they might not be done with wars yet.
In June they got an alert from a camera in California, it showed her entering a store out of nowhere, her clothes torn and dirty, her hair a mess. She seemed disoriented as she stumbled through the doors.
They watched her stuff a GPS, friction tape, superglue, a bottle of water, a sleeping bag, a panda pillow-pet and a Swiss army knife into a backpack she took from yet another rack.
She seemed like she wanted to pack more, but two elderly ladies approached her, she slowly inched away from them before she took a bowling ball from the basket next to her and aimed it at the walking stick of one of the women before running back out of the store and disappeared again the next and last time, they saw her after that was at the Oakland tunnel.
She went in, but never came back out, all cars entered and came back out without a single difference, making an accident nearly impossible.
Even with the knowledge of Percy being alive, they still feared for her.
Why wasn't she coming home, but instead running around the west coast and stealing?
She could ask literally anybody to lend her their phone or call them for her and they would come to get her immediately, using Clark as a plane if necessary.
She could even just walk into a branch of Wayne enterprises and the employees would contact them immediately.
Unbeknownst to them, she stumbled around without memories and without knowing who she, or her family, was, trying to survive a duo of crazy gorgons that tried to offer her sausage rolls.
Just after she escaped those two, she was yanked into a quest, followed by another to defeat the giants, even after regaining her memories, she couldn't just leave to return to her family.
If she did, she would likely doom the world.
With a heavy heart she accepted yet again that she might never see her family again, especially after she chose to fall into Tartarus with Andrew to close the doors of death.
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Family of Secrets (Rewrite)
Hayran Kurgu**This is a rewrite of my other book by the same name. If you've read it, you might still try this one and enjoy the alterations, which are, depending on the chapter, many, or few.** What if Percy Jackson, as we know it didn't happen? Or rather, hap...
