So Let's Say Percy Is Gay ( Percico ) ( Percy Jackson )

Chapter Two- Overthrowing

Piper's Pov.       

" Youre doing what to who now?" That's how we discovered my dad was home.

I cursed under my breath in Greek. SO did Jane.

" What?" Dad asked us.

" You believe in the Greek and Roman gods, right?" Jane asked.

" No." He said. " That's bullshit."

" Fuck." She said/

" This just got twice as hard." I said.

It was silent for a few minutes.

" What just got harder?" He asked.

" Overthrowing the gods." I said. 

" Making them pay." Jane agreed.

" What are you talking about?" My father asked, looking at the file. " And who did this?"

" The gods." I told my Dad. " They're real dad. I don't know about Cheerokee or like that. But I've met the Greek and ROman gods. It's real. The gods did that, and he's a demigod. They did it to their own kid."

" The gods sound horrible." My dad told me. " How do you know this stuff?"

" Remember Mom?" I asked.

" Yeah, the bitch that left you with me with out a warning I'd  be raising you on my own." He said.

" That's the one." I said. " That's Aphrodite and every god ever."

" SO when you went missing." My dad said. " What were you doing?"

" I was fighting a war." I was honest. " Like how you act in those kind of movies. I brought it to life. We sailed to Greece to fight the bitch her, the Earth Mother. Gaea. ANd her Giants."

" SO what's being done?" He asked. " About the gods? What's going to happen?"

" We're going to overthrow Olympus." I said. " They've crossed that line to many times. Now they're going farther which isnt acceptable. Not in this day and age."

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Reyna's Pov.

At the moment I was trying to find my dad. Living on the streets.

Thank the human race for computers in libraries free to use.

I was on 5th Avenue and 42nd Street at the moment, and found a library that was open. So I got on a computer, and looked up my last name. Arellano. And when that failed, I looked up my full name. Reyna Avila Rameriz-Arellano.

And I found a family tree website. You needed to be a member.

Good thing I know how to hack. That'll help destroying Olympus.

And I found my father, who was a. . . . male model.

His name was Ryan L. Arellano. He lived here in New York City. Manhattan. Riverdale. Good thing I knew where that was. He was married to my step-mother who was an artist named Hailyn. They had three kids in the past 14 years that I've been gone. And I'm 16. Just an FYI. One daughter who was 13 named Tiffany, and two boys. The older one was 12, named Daniel. The younger one was 11, named Jake.

I wrote down the adress on a piece of paper, grabbed my bag, and headed for my dad's house.

It's been 15 years. I don't remember them.My first memory was in the Burmuda Triangle with Hylla. 

From where I was it took a few hours of walking to get to the house. Huge place. Mansion. In a window I could see five of them and a couple other people. All smiling, laughing, joking around. The window is open so I could fainlty hear it.