So we followed young Percy out of the museum.
Older Percy seemed way to laid back to me.
I mean a fu- Kindly One just attacked his younger self and almost decapitated his brother.
When we got to the door Percy leaned up against a column as the rest of the memory played out.
"Hang on, is that-?"
I followed Jason's finger as he pointed to a boy who looked very familiar. Young Percy jumped up into the fountain to sit next to the boy.
"I forgot what Grover looked like without his goatee," Annabeth said.
"That's Grover?"
"His current features came in after our mission to retrieve the lightening bolt," present Percy said.
I turned to him. Now that I got a better look I saw that there was a obvious way to tell Percy from his brothers, his eyes. His eyes were different than I remembered. They weren't colder but they looked older somehow. His eyes looked hardened and yet they held the light I saw the first time I met him.
Suddenly the world around us went black. Present Percy fell over because the column he had been leaning on was no longer there.
"Guess it's time to move on," he said sitting up.
"Where are we going?" asked Leo.
Percy shrugged, "Who knows."