People Meet Percabeth

Julian Monroe

I thought that I was pretty good kid. Not perfect, but pretty good. I did my homework, got good grades, I listened to my parents, and I'm nice to my siblings. Heck, I even eat my vegetables!

But no. It looks like I'm in trouble. Just perfectly great! I didn't even know what I did! Did I forget to pray?

Yes, my family and I are Christians through and through. Not those mean ones that are homophobic. My aunt Gwen is a lesbian. We believe in equality.

Anyway, I'm currently in the living room. I was waiting for my mom, she wants to talk to me. She was still on a important phone call.

I ran my hand through my blonde hair. I glanced nervously at my mom's office then my watch. How long was this going to take?

Coincidently, Mom walked out of the room. She wore a white blouse, maroon jeans, and black flats. Her dirty blonde hair was up in a neat bun. Her forest green eyes were scanning a sheet of paper.

"Uh-huh. Yeah, Mike. I'll get it to you by next Friday. No, I'm just going to a concert that night. My daughter asked me to chaperone her and her 2 friends."

She kept on talking until she and Mike were done. Mom smiled at me, I just looked at her. She took the seat across from me.

"Julian," she started. "Do you know why your here?"

I shrugged. "I forgot to pray? Or do my homework? Did I fail my Calculus test?"

Mom chuckled and shook her head. "No, sweetheart. You got a 98 on your Calc test, actually."

I pumped my fist in the air. "Woo! Thank you Jesus!"

Mom laughed, but the regained her composure. "Now Julian. I need you to have an open mind and try to believe me," she said very carefully.

"Um. Okay?"

Mom took a deep breath. "Julian. Your dad is a god."

I don't know why, but I laughed. I knew what this was. It was test. A test of Christianity. If I believed in God and Jesus.

"Mom! It's pretty bold of you to say that Jonas is a god! I mean, he might have long brown hair and a beard doesn't him make him God!"

Mom sighed and shook her head. "No Julian. Not your stepfather. Your biological father."

I immediately stopped laughing. Mom didn't mention Dad much. She didn't like to talk about him, but she just told me he was a great guy and he loves me.

That's why I just always thought of Jonas as my true dad. They dated when I was 4 and married when I was 7. He already had 2 kids like Mom having me.

Jonas had a daughter, Melanie. She's currently 20, 2 years older than me. Mel is studying law at Harvard.

Melanie was like me, she didn't know her biological mother. She has brown hair and blue-gray eyes.

Then Jonas already had Brett from his previous marriage. He has ginger hair and light brown eyes. He's currently 14 and a really good artist. He wants to be an animator and director.

Jonas and Mom has 3 kids from their marriage. First, there's Mikayla. She's 6 years old. She has blonde hair and soft, doe brown eyes. She loves to do gymnastics and ballet.

Then there's Evelyn and 2 years old. She has short brown hair and forest green eyes. She doesn't like to talk much. She isn't shy, but she doesn't like socializing that much. Like me too.

Lastly, there's Peter. He has blonde hair, dark green eyes, and is 5 months old. He just does what a baby does.

Anyway, I still in shock about my whole biological dad thing. "Wait," I held my hand up. "So this isn't a test about my faith

Mom gave me a strange look. "No. That sounds more like Jonas than me. Anyway, the Greek gods and goddesses are real. You're what they call, a demigod. Melanie is one too. You're a son of Hypnos, she's a daughter of Aphrodite." (Haha. You probably thought it was Athena)

I did a time-out sign. "Wait, wait, wait. Melanie is also a demigod?! Does she know?!" Mom nodded. "So I never knew?! Why?!"

Mom sighed. "One of the last things your father said to me was, 'Don't tell him. I'll tell him myself. In my way.'"

Then it suddenly made sense. Since I was 13, I've been getting weird dreams. It usually involved to man with piercing, but warm gold eyes. He had black, combed black hair and dark skin. He also had purple-blue wings.

When I dream, he usually comes in a form of an animal then shape shifts back to his normal form. He called himself, Sleepbringer.

All the pieces were in place. My dad, God of Sleep, walked in my dreams to connect with me. Huh, that's pretty cool, dad. I hope I have a similar ability.

I told Mom this, and she was ecstatic. She said that she was proud Dad was connecting with me. In a unique and interesting way, my mom stated.

Then, 2 teens kicked down our door.