Unveiling Secrets

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. It all belongs to Rick Riordan except for some of the O.C's. The name 'Sakura Amamiya Li' is taken from Cardcaptor Sakura.

Always remember that you do not need to explain yourself or prove anything to anyone. If they cannot accept you for you, then it is time to move on.

~ Cath B Akesson

We can never judge the life of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.

~ Paulo Coelho

Unveiling Secrets

Percy's P.O.V.

I don't know whether to laugh or scream after a while of staring at a wanted poster. And yes, before you ask, I did say 'wanted' poster… Posters to be specific.

Identical papers, flyers if you may, littered around the sidewalk telling the same thing, blah blah blah. But what made me gape isn't the absurdness of it all. Instead, it's the details of the content that did it.

Let's rewind, shall we? There I was, walking leisurely along the park of the ever-beautiful Manhattan when I saw a very suspicious picture. I stepped forward for a better look and almost tripped in surprise when I saw a familiar scowling face.

Nico Di Angelo. Our very own son of Hades.

I quickly skidded the contents of the poster with much difficulty because of my dyslexia (It's a kind of disease where you have trouble reading… at least that's what mortals see it as), but eventually, I made out something like this:

According to Daniel Rae, a by-stander living in the neighborhood, a boy clad in black clothes about the age of 16, was seen suspiciously lurking around the public park at night, accompanied by a dog the size of a truck.

Alerted by the unusual pair, the said witness took a picture and proceeded to walk his way to the said duo. But before he could reach them, they both disappeared. "Like a mirage," was his exact words. At first, he believed that it was simply his mind playing tricks on him but upon scrolling the pictures in his cellphone, he wasted no time reporting to the local police station.

It is later identified that the gigantic monster is actually a hellhound from the Underworld, thus clarifying the fact that the boy is, indeed, a demigod. After a widespread search, the DHS, short for Demigod Hunting Squad, failed to capture the boy. They announced that whoever knows something about him will be rewarded 50,000 dollars.

This event further proves the theory of the modern day philosophers that this race of people just recently discovered, is allied with the monsters. The reason behind this is still unidentified but as we all know, the government released orders to capture any demigod, dead or alive, for questioning. Until it is sure that the demigods will not be planning to attack us anytime soon, citizens are advised to stay in their homes and avoid contact with strangers.

Above it was a blurred picture of a boy in dark clothing and what looked to be a hound that is constantly fed with steroids and works out in the gym. I shook my head. Nico should have known better than to stroll around a place full of mortals, even if sleeping, with Mrs. O'Leary, who, by the way, is my pet. (It's a long story)

I read the rest and have to stifle a laugh when I scanned the bottom part.

Do not let demigods rule our life! These things drew in monsters and wreak havoc that could endanger many people and maybe even cause deaths for the fun of it. Join us and let our voices be heard. Contact us if you spot any possible demigods. Fromore information on these filthy half-breeds, read below:

SIGNS OF BEING A DEMIGOD:

1. Dyslexia and ADHD

2. Single Parent

3. Attracts Monsters

4. Expelled From Numerous Schools

5. Troublemakers

6. Unworldly Beauty

My eyes narrowed. Filthy?... Well that's taking it a little bit too far. But I can't help but let out a little whistle of wonder and admiration. They sure did their research well.

The majority of us have dyslexia and ADHD, but not all. The dyslexia is because our minds are hardwired for Ancient Greek, therefore posing as a difficulty when reading other languages. Now, the ADHD is kind of a blessing and a curse. It becomes a blessing when we're in the middle of a fight since it sharpens our senses, making us notice and easily predict our enemy's next movement. Though it's a real pain when you can't sit still for even a couple of minutes.

And we all have single parents, well, unless they decided to marry, because our godly parent can't be committed to a mere mortal (Her Most Annoying Majesty, Hera's words not mine). Some of us have family issues since our parents can't either: accept the truth that their lovers can't be with them or imagine themselves raising a kid that is constantly chased by monsters. It's rare if the demigod's mortal parent really, really loves their kid, so I consider myself one of the lucky ones.

The monsters though, are a different story. They don't even make an effort to walk into a grocery store like a normal person and pick some normal food. Like, I dunno, Cheese and Curls or something. But NOOOO! They just had to stay on their demigod diet and try to gobble up any half-bloods in sight. Don't we ever cause them indigestion?! They live in the 21th century for Hades' underpant's sake: they should learn to blend in! And as far as I know, blending in does not include cannibalism, even if you're a monster and you're practically a part of Greek Mythology… You know what? Never mind! It's in their blood to act like such barbarians anyway. Not that they have any blood since they vaporize when getting stabbed…. Am I wrong or what? I don't really think of it that much since, you know, I'm trying not to get killed to have time to notice the minor details. Maybe I should just ask Annabeth…

*sigh*. Just the mention of my awesome kick-ass girlfriend makes my heart go BADUMP-BADUMP. The way her sparkling gray eyes twinkle whenever I say something dumb. The way her blond hair catches the sunlight as she shakes her head whenever I counter that my brain just took a vacation for the moment and will return shortly. The way her body molds perfectly to mine as I hug her and leaned my face closer to her lip-.

Ooopps… I'm getting off track there, aren't I? Damn ADHD.

PERSEUS JACKSON! DON'T YOU DARE REPEAT THAT WORD OR I'LL PERSONALLY CUT OFF YOUR TONGUE AND FEE IT TO THE WOLVES!

A voice, sounding suspiciously like a mixture of Annabeth and mom's, echoed in my head. I grimaced. I knew I've been spending too much time with those two. After a moment of hesitation consisting of me weighing the pros and con, wondering if the freedom of cussing is worth my beloved tongue, I finally stood up straight.

Giving the poster one last look and once again chuckling at the last part, I readjusted my backpack straps then continued my way to school.

This is gonna be a long day.