The Strangest Life of a Demigod

I meet my Mom

I woke up in my own bed. I sat up and saw that Percy was still in bed. Last night I didn’t have any more dreams, fortunately. It was scary thinking about the prophecy, I mean I always wanted a boyfriend. But I didn’t want to be told I had to have one.

Percy is very protective for me. So I guessed he didn’t want me to have a boyfriend either.

I quickly remembered that today I was visiting my mom. My real mom. It felt good to think that. Percy also told me that we had a stepdad, Paul Blowfish, I think he called him.

Sally is what Percy called my mom. Sally, what a pretty name, a voice said. It seemed too come all around the room. To bad my brother had to leave her. They would have stayed a cute couple.

“Who said that?” I asked.

Don’t you remember me?

I looked around. Percy stirred in his sleep. “Tyson, Annabeth doesn't want a peanut butter sandwich.” He murmured.

“Who are you?” I reached for my weapon.

I’m the one who always took care of you. I lived double lives for you, and you alone.

“Who are you!” I screamed.

Think Pearl. Think. Who took care of you?

I thought of Sadie, but this voice was male. Percy? No, he didn’t always take care of me. Then I thought of one more male who took care of me. Who took me under his wing.

“Carl?”

My foster parents stepped out of the shadows. “Wait a second. If you are not Sarah and Carl Johnson. Then, who are you?”

Something weird happened in that minute. The couple that took care of me all those years. The couple that was so kind to me. The couple that made me blue pancakes for breakfast every morning. That couple changed forms. The form that they took were… Uncle Zeus and Aunt Hera?

“What are you doing here?” I blurted out.

“Well that's not a nice way to greet the king of the heavens. And your favorite uncle.” Zeus said.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” I replied sarcastically. “Let me greet my "favorite" uncle. The king of the heavens, who disguised himself as my foster dad. Who is going to war just because my dad had two kids with my mom. Oh, and did I forget to mention that he wants to kill me.”

“You make him sound like a bad person,” Hera spoke up.

I frowned. “Should I make it sound like a fairy tale?”

“You sound like your father. Sarcastic, rude, yet very sweet.” Zeus exclaimed.

“What do you want?” I asked rudely.

“For you to be dead,” Hera said. “What else?”

“I could think of something else.” I murmured.

“What was that dear?” Hera asked looking at her nails.

“Nothing.”

“Tyeson, let her breath.” Percy murmured in his sleep.

I ran over to Percy’s bed and tried t wake him up. “Percy, wake up! Zeus is trying to kill me!” When I said that, Percy jerked out of bed and grabbed Riptide.

Then he spotted Zeus. “Hello, Zeus. Hera. What are you doing in our cabin?”

“To kill your sister, of course.”