"Percy... What was that? You were thrashing around and screaming your head off!" "...A... Demigod dream... And... Amemory." "About what?" "My past..." ooOoo Percy Jackson, son of Poseiden, saviour of Olympus, hero,blah blah blah. This is what everyone sees, what everyone believes. No one ever needed to know anything else..... Well, except his friends. They always were suspicious deep down, Why did no one know anything about his childhood? Why did he never EVER take his shirt off? But they would ignore such thoughts and continue with their day... Until now. Rights go to Rick Riordan! *Warning* yuckie blood scenes and minor cussing Even I don't know where this story will go, so, good luck to me!