The bell had rung five minutes prior when Percy Jackson had ran into his English class -- covered in dead monster dust.

His teacher, Mr Foster, was a grumpy man in his mid thirties.

"Jackson! Why are you late?!"

Percy laughed and heaved a sigh. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

It was only then that Mr Foster noticed the blood running along Percy's arms, the gold powder that flecked his black hair. "I think I'll believe." He pulled a snap-lock bag from a draw in his desk and threw it at Percy.

Percy caught the bag right before it high-fived him in the face. "Is this..." Percy stared wide eyed at his teacher.

"Cabin 6." Mr Foster stated.

"Three." To which Mr Foster frowned.

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"Mr Jackson, stay behind please." Percy nodded to his teacher as his peers left the room. "So... Poseidon, eh? I guess that's why you're on the swim team. Doesn't it count as cheating?"

Percy shrugged. "That's what I said, but my fiancé told me to go for it."

Mr Foster's eyebrows knitted. "Fiancé? Percy, aren't you -"

"A bit young? That's what Athena said too."

Now Mr Foster was extremely confused. "What's my mother got to do with anything?"

Percy smirked. "Well, she is going to be my mother-inlaw."

Mr Foster's jaw dropped. This was the Percy Jackson. Adult demigods like Anthony Foster, hadn't met the boy yet, they only had heard stories, even those seemed false.

"Is it true," Mr Foster squeaked. "You and Annabeth, the whole Tartarus thing? You actually fell in there willingly?"

Percy nodded. "Yes sir. There is nothing that could stop me from trying to be with Annabeth. Not the gods themselves."

Anthony nodded, then twisted a ring he had on his finger, a short sword made of Celestial bronze replaced the ring. "I swear to Zeus, you hurt her, and I'll hurt you."

Percy laughed. "Why?" He said. "Why would I hurt her? She's the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with, the one that makes me happy. Why would I be the one hurting her, when I'd hurt myself to ensure her happiness? I'd kiss the ground she walks upon. Why would I hurt her when I want to heal her? Heal her from all the invisible wounds she received from Tartarus, or when facing Arachne? I hurt her enough, I know. I went missing for two weeks -- presumed dead -- and I saw how that effected her, I go missing for eight months, and gods only know how she felt. I would die for her. So why? Why would I hurt her?"

"Well," says a feminine voice from the door. "Don't go killing yourself anytime soon, that is, if you don't want to hurt me."