Mystery Iris Messenger

Nine

"Apollo," Poseidon walked up to Apollo. "Or do you prefer Lester?" Apollo went visibly paled.

"Um, well, you see Uncle," Apollo stuttered. Poseidon let out a loud laugh, patting the Sun God on the shoulder.

"Relax," Poseidon said. "As long as you continue making Percy happy, you can continue talking to him. But you better not hurt him or I swear on the River Styx I will personally throw you into Tartarus. Got it?"

"Yes, Uncle P!" Apollo promised, a smile growing on his face. Despite Poseidon's threats, he was just happy he had his consent. He wasn't expecting it to be so easy. "Wait, how did you know it was me?"

Poseidon laughed, "I've known you for how many millennia? You get to know someone's voice after that long. Now, go keep Percy company. I'm sure he needs it." Apollo only nodded before running off to go talk to Percy.

But Percy didn't answer the Iris Message.

Down at Camp Half Blood, things were getting rather hectic. Percy noticed things had calmed down, or so it seemed. Now there were only a few people bothering him here and there. One of the main ones was Anabeth. It had gotten to the point where she's tried to break into his cabin more than once.

On the bright side, a couple people have apologized to him. Including Jason, but Percy was pretty sure Reyna threatened him before she, unwillingly, remembered she had a camp to run on the other side of the country. Either way, Jason had become rather influential throughout Camp that he was able to convince a bunch of people to stop harassing him.

Then he still had Nico and Will. Those two had taken him under his wing, especially after he tried to commit suicide. Don't get him wrong, he loved having true friends, but never in a million years would he accept them to stay at Camp on date night. They've offered, but Percy refused. Sometimes rather bluntly.

Something that's shocked him the most was the apology from Clarisse. It wasn't sincere, but at least it was something.

No matter the good things going on, though, Percy's mind kept going back to Lester. He'd asked Will and Nico, but neither of them said that they knew anyone named Lester.

Percy didn't know how he was able to talk to him when he was unconscious. Something in him didn't care. Maybe it was just a figment of his whole imagination. Maybe this was just a long dream that he would soon wake up from, only to find that he actually doesn't have any friends.

Maybe Lester isn't even a demigod.

He could be a monster trying to get close to him to raise some unknown God. At this point, Percy wasn't sure if he would even decline. Killing almost every demigod seemed like a fairy good idea.

Percy was laying in bed, his eyes closed, trying to make everything right without doing anything. He was so lost in thought that he missed the second Iris Message attempt from a very worried Apollo.