A/N: Certain ancient Greek names matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also if you haven't read them yet read 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Early Adventures' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters' and 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Titan's Curse' before reading this story. Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

My Dad Pays Me a Birthday Visit

The rest of the summer seemed strange because it was so normal. The daily activities: archery, rock climbing, Pegasus riding. We played captured the flag (though we all avoided Zeus' fist). We sang at the campfire and raced chariots and played practical jokes on other cabins. All the usual.

The good news for Chris Rodriguez finally got claimed by Hermes. In fact, after the battle, a lot of the unclaimed that were theorized to be his kids were claimed. I guess after losing Luke to Kronos, Hermes didn't want to take any chances of losing any more kids without them knowing who their dad is.

Hermes isn't the only one affected by what happened to Luke. Annabeth and I tried to avoid any conversations about Kronos, because anytime we do, it's obvious we think of Luke.

Speaking of Hermes' kids, I had asked Travis and Connor a favor and looking around Luke's old bunk to see if they could find anything that might belong to him and to give it too me. I didn't expect Luke to leave it behind, but something told me I should make sure. Surprising enough they came back with an old worn journal—Hal's journal. I remember Luke carrying it after what happened to Luke, but I never expected for him to leave it.

I spent a lot of time with Tyson, playing with Mrs. O'Leary, but she would still howl at night when she got lonely for her old master.

July passed, with fireworks on the beach on the fourth. August turned so hot the strawberries started baking in the fields. Finally, the last day of camp arrived. The standard form letter appeared on my bed after breakfast, warning me that the cleaning harpies would devour me if I stayed past noon along with any belonging they don't think should be in our cabins (if you don't know how to hide them

At ten o'clock I stood on the top of Half-Blood Hill, waiting for the camp van that would take me into the city. Chiron agreed to look after Mrs. O'Leary at camp, and I planned to Iris message camp to make sure she hasn't caused any trouble unintentionally. Tyson and I would take turns visiting her during the year.

I had hopes that Annabeth would be joining us, but she only came to see me off. She would tend to Chiron until his leg was fully recovered, and keep studying Daedalus' laptop, which had engrossed her for the last two months before heading back to her father's place in San Francisco where she would be tending a private school.

"By the way, here," Annabeth handed me Hal's book. Through all the chaos and fun of this summer, I have forgotten I lend it to her. "You were right, it did come in handy, just not the way I had hoped."

I took Hal's book. "Thanks. Who knows? Maybe after reading Hal's Journal we can find away to help Luke just as his book helped us."

"Right…" Annabeth said looking down.

"Annabeth," I said. "What was the rest of the prophecy?"

She fixed her eyes on the woods in the distance, but she didn't say anything.

"Annabeth, please," I responded.

Annabeth took a shaky breath. "And lose a love worse than death." Annabeth had tears in her eyes. "That was the last line, Percy."

The sun seemed colder than it had a moment ago.

"Annabeth, I'm sorry," I responded.

Before Annabeth could respond, a sparkle of light appeared next to us, like someone had opened a gold curtain in the air.

"You have nothing to apologize for, my dears." Standing on the hill was a tall woman in a white dress, her dark hair braided over her shoulder.

"Hera," Annabeth said.

The goddess smiled. "You found the answers, as I knew you would. Your quest was a success."

"A success?" Annabeth said. "Luke is gone. Daedalus is dead. Pan is dead. How is that—"

"Our family is safe," Hera insisted. "Those others are better gone, my dear. I am proud of you. And Percy, what you went through was just as necessary for your destiny as one of the great heroes.

I balled my fist. I couldn't believe she was saying this. Most importantly a realization hit me

"You know who the other six are" I asked. "The other six great heroes Hal mentioned. You know who they are."

Hera shrugged. Her dress shimmered in colors. "Knowing too much of the future is too dangerous for a mortal, Percy Jackson. I thought Halcyon Green taught you that. But yes, I am aware of who the other six are."

"Is one of them Jason?" I asked. "Is that why you took him?"

Hera's eyes turned dangerously bright. "Watch yourself, son of Poseidon. I helped you in many ways in this quest."

"Except for Amalthiea," I stated.

"Yes, well, as you know by now, that's Pan's doing," Hera stated.

"You weren't much help," Annabeth said, "You were only looking out for your ideal family. Next time you want to help me, do me a favor and don't."

Hera sneered was worse than an empousa's. Her form began to glow. "You will regret that, Annnabeth. You will regret it very much."

I averted my eyes as the goddess turned into her true divine form and disappeared in a blaze of light.

The hilltop was peaceful again. Over at the pine tree, Peleus the dragon dozed under the Golden Fleece as if nothing had happened.

"Well, I guess we found out who Ares got his sneer from," I said.

"I'm sorry," Annabeth told me. "I—I should get back. I'll keep in touch."

"Right," I responded, "Don't get too obsessive with Daedalus' Laptop."

"I don't get obsessive about anything!" Annabeth responded which made me laugh.

Then Argus honked his horn down the road.

"Take care, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said before jogging down the hill to the cabins.

…

Two days later was my birthday and now I was turning Fifteen. One year away from my sixteenth birthday. It was also the day I planned to tell Paul the truth. Thank gods Tyson agreed to let his—and this is in his terms—new step-daddy who he really is.

My mom threw me a small party at our apartment. Paul Blofis came over and announced that I was still welcome to Goode High School.

Finally came the truth when we revealed the Paul about my secret life. At first he thought it was a joke until I used a little Mist manipulation to reveal Tyson as a Cyclopes.

"So wait, you're a demigod like from all of the Greek and Roman stories and your father is Poseidon?" Paul asked.

"Yeah," I responded.

"And you go to a camp that trains demigods like you," Paul said.

"Basically," I responded.

"And Tyson here is really your half brother that you adopted to help him prove himself to work at the forges of the Cyclops'," Paul said.

"Yep!" Tyson replied proudly.

"Tyson actually has proven himself, but our dad let him visit this summer," I explained, "I also got a pet hellhound the size of a tank and a hundred handed one has came to accept me as his brother ever since two months ago."

"Sorry for not telling you sooner, Paul, but we didn't want to scare you away," my mom told him.

I half expected Paul to be mad or upset but he laughed.

"You're not mad?" I asked.

Paul stopped laughing. "Of course not. I figured you had some kind of family secret, especially when Sally always changes the subject when I tried to ask about your father. Not to mention that old picture of you and three of your closest friends your mother has."

"Oh, right," I blushed.

"Honestly, I feel honor you trust me enough to fill me in on your secret," Paul said, "So since we got that out of the way, how about we get this party ready for celebration."

None of us argued. To be honest after finding out how well Paul took the news it felt great to celebrate my birthday.

However, while Tyson helped my mom blow up party balloons, Paul Blofis asked me to help him in the kitchen.

As we were pouring punch he said, "I am glad you finally told me what really is going on in your life Percy."

"No problem, Paul. You make my mom happy, and I feel telling you the truth is the best way to repay you," I responded.

"I take it something happened at your camp if you're not in a real party mood," Paul said.

"I'm in a partying mood," I lied.

"Come on, Percy. You told me the truth about yourself, so you can tell me what else is going on," Paul said.

I sighed and told Paul about the situation with the Titan army and how Kronos took over Luke.

"I see," Paul said.

"Luke was like a big brother to me, and I find out the Titan Lord was the reason I never told him the truth about his parents," I responded. "And now—I just hope Hal's journal might give me some idea of how to help Luke."

"Well, all I can tell you is to not give up hope," Paul said.

"Thanks," I responded.

Paul handed me a cup of punch and we tapped them, for a better year.

"Now, Percy, I kind of feel bad giving one more thing to think about," Paul said, "But I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah?"

"Girl stuff."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Your mom," Paul said. "I'm thinking of proposing to her."

I almost dropped my cup. "You mean… marrying her? You and her?"

"Well that was the general idea. Since you're Sally's oldest son, and you guys went so far to tell me about your life as a demigod, I thought it was only right if I talked to you about it first, man to man. So what do you think

"I think it's a great idea," I responded. "Really! All I want was for my mom to be happy, and you make her happy. Plus, Tyson already seemed to have grown attach to you, especially since you accepted him Cyclops and all. So if you want to propose to her, you have my permission."

He smiled really wide then. "Cheers, Percy. Let's join the party."

…

I was just getting ready to blow out the candles when the doorbell rang.

My mom frowned. "Who could that be?"

It was weird, because our new building had a doorman, but he hadn't called up or anything. My mom opened the door and gasped.

It was my dad. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and Birkenstocks, like he usually does. His black beard was neatly trimmed and his sea-green eyes twinkled. He wore a battered cap decorated with fishing urs. It said NEPTUNE'S LUCKY FISHING HAT.

"Poseidon," My mother said blushing right to the roots of her hair.

"Hello, Sally," Poseidon. "You look as beautiful as ever. May I come in."

Paul decided to introduced himself, which was kind of weird since he just found out my dad is the sea god.

"Hi, I'm Paul Blofis, you must be Percy's and Tyson's divine father."

Poseidon raised his eyebrows as they shook hands. "Blowfish, did you say?"

"Ah, no. Blofis, actually. But that's okay," Paul said, "Percy made the same mistake when we met."

"I see," Dad said looking at me. "My name is Poseidon."

"The sea god," Paul said.

Now my dad was giving us a curious look.

"He knows, dad," I responded.

"Ah, I see," Poseidon responded.

"Daddy!" Tyson bounded across the room and gave Poseidon a big hug, which almost knocked off his fishing hat.

"Um, we're so glad you could drop by, Poseidon," mom said.

"Well, I couldn't miss Percy's fifteenth Birthday," Poseidon said, "If we were back in Sparta, he would be a man today!"

"That's true," Paul said. "I used to teach ancient history. In fact, I got Percy a spot at the school I teach at."

"I heard," Poseidon said, "I must thank you for that. Anyways, Sally, Paul, Tyson… would you mind if I borrow Percy for just a moment?"

He put his arm around me and steered me into the kitchen.

Once we were alone, his smile faded.

"Are you all right, my boy?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. I guess."

"I heard stories, especially about Hermes' son," Poseidon said. "But I wanted to hear it directly from you. Tell me everything."

So I did. It was kind of disconcerting, because Poseidon listened so intently. His eyes never left my face. His expression didn't change the whole time I talked. When I was done, he nodded slowly.

"So Kronos is indeed back. It will not be long before full war is upon us."

"Dad, Luke's body is mortal and yet Kronos possessed him," I said, "When I talked to Chiron about it, he mention something about other cultures stories."

"There are cultures like that, but I doubt Kronos went into that much extent. He probably found something else to prepare Luke's body to host the Titan's soul. The only bad news is Luke will have to be killed in order to send Kronos back to the pit. I will have to think on this. Unfortunately, I have other problems on my own."

"The old sea gods?" I asked.

"Indeed. The battle came first to me, Percy. In fact, I cannot stay long. Even now the ocean is at war with itself. It is all I can do to keep hurricanes and typhoons from destroying your surface world, the fighting is so intense."

"I wish I can help," I responded. "It stinks that I'm suppose to be one of the greatest heroes and yet I can't help my own father."

Dad's eyes crinkled as he smiled. "Maybe so, my boy. But I sense that the destiny brought to you all those years ago meant you being a great hero here. Which reminds me…" He brought out a sand dollar and pressed it into my hand. "Your birthday present."

"Another sanddollar," I responded.

"I know you're probably bored of getting nothing but sand dollars by now, Percy. But trust me when the time comes, you'll be grateful that you have them," He tod me.

I closed my hand around the sand dollar, but something was really bothering me.

"Dad," I said, "when I was in the maze, I met Antaeus. He said… well, he said he was your favorite son. He decorated his arena with skulls and—"

"He dedicated them to me," Dad supplied.

"I get it was old fashioned way of anyone to dedicate that kind of stuff too you, but it still bothers me," I responded.

Dad put his weathered hand on my shoulder. "Percy, never let anyone tell you how you should honor me. What Antaeus and Polyphemus did in the past—it only shows what they really are. Besides, Percy, you are my favorite son."

I was completely off guard by what dad just said. "Me?"

He nodded. "You're not like the rest of your past siblings. You're loyal to your friends and family. I know you want to live to your up to your destiny Hal set for you to honor his memory and when it comes to claiming victory, you're not selfish to where you keep all the glory to yourself. Most importantly, you're willing to face your destiny in honor of Hal and not just because of the fame," Dad said. "And that's why you're my favorite son."

I smiled hearing my dad said. Then my mom called from the living room. "Percy? The candles are melting!"

"You'd better go," Dad said, "But Percy, one last thing you should know. That incident at Mount St. Helens…"

For a second I thought he was talking about Annabeth kissing me, and I bushed, but then I realized he was talking about something a lot bigger.

"The eruptions are continuing," he said, "Typhon is stirring. It is very likely that soon, in a few months, perhaps a year at best, he will escape his bonds."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean—"

Poseidon raised his hand. "It's not your fault, Percy. It would've happened sooner or later, with Kronos awakening the ancient monsters. But be aware, if Typhon stirs… it will be unlike anything you have faced before. The first time he appeared, all the forces of Olympus were barely enough to battle him. And when he stirs again, he will come here, to New York. He will make straight for Olympus."

That was just the kind of wonderful news I wanted to get on my birthday. But dad patted me on the back like everything was fine. "I should go. Enjoy your cake."

And just like that he turned to mist and was swept out the window on a warm ocean breeze. Thank gods Paul knows the truth, because it would be really hard to explain that.

We ate blue cake and ice cream until we couldn't eat anymore. Then we played a bunch of cheesy party games like charades and Monopoly. Tyson didn't get charades. He kept shouting the answer he was trying to mime, but it turned out he was really good at Monopoly. He knocked me out of the game in the first five rounds and started bankrupting my mom and Paul. I left them playing and went into my bedroom.

I set an uneaten slice of blue cake on my dresser. Then I took off my Camp Half-Blood necklace and laid it on the windowsill. There were Eight beads now, representing the Five years as a full time camper and three years as a summer only camper—the pine tree, the centaur in a prom dress, the trireme on fire, the winged sneakers, the silver arrow, the lightning bolt, the golden fleece, and the latest: a intricate maze symbolizing the battle of Labyrinth, as the campers had started calling it.

I smirked a little when I think about the bead. Although the reason for the bead was of the battle, the cause of the battle was the quest Annabeth led. So in away she finally did something that got memorized in the beads. Although she might not see it that way.

I looked at the telephone at my bedside. I thought about calling Rachel Elizabeth Dare. My mom had asked me if there was anyone else I wanted to have over tonight, and I thought about Rachel. But I didn't call. I don't know why. The idea made me almost as nervous as a door into the Labyrinth.

I decided to empty my stuff from my pockets—Riptide, a Kleenex, my apartment key. I even put my thermos on my nightstand. Then I patted my shirt pocket. I hadn't even realized it, but I was wearing the white cotton shirt Calypso had given me on Ogygia. I brought out a little piece of cloth, unwrapped it, and found a clipping of moonlace. It was a tiny sprig, shriveled up after two months, but I could still smell the faint scent of the enchanted garden. It made me sad.

I remembered my promise to Calypso to free her and Pan's last words.

I opened the window and stepped out onto the fire escape.

My mom kept a planter box out there. In the spring she usually filled it with flowers, but now it was all dirt, waiting for something new. It was a clear night. The moon was full over Eighty-second Street. I planted the dried sprig of moonlace carefully in the dirt and sprinkled a little nectar on it from my camp canteen as I prayed to Demeter and Persephone both.

Nothing happened at first.

Then, as I watched, a silver plant sprang out of the soil—a baby moonlace, glowing in the warm summer night.

"Nice plant," a voice said.

I jumped. Nico di Angelo was standing on the fire escape right next to me. He must have shadow traveled here.

"Sorry," he said. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"It's okay. It's just something I'll have to get use to," I responded, "So what brings you here?"

He'd grown about an inch taller over the last couple of months. His hair was a shaggy black mess. He wore a black T-shirt, black jeans, and a new silver ring shaped like a skull. His stygian iron sword hung at his side.

"I'd done some exploring," He said. "Thought you'd like to know, Daedalus got his punishment."

"You saw him?"

Nico nodded. "Minos wanted to boil him in cheese fondue for eternity, but my father had other ideas. Daedalus will be building overpass and exit ramps in the Asphodel for all time. It'll help ease the traffic congestion. Truthfully, I think the old guy is pretty happy with that. He's still building. Still creating. And he get to see his son and Perdix on the weekends. Plus dad didn't fired Minos, but did put him on a hundred year probation."

"Ouch," I responded.

"Daedalus also carried on your word to Hal," Nico said, "Hal wasn't surprise to hear that. If anything he seemed proud."

"Well, that's good," I responded with a smile.

Nico tapped his silver ring. "But that's not the real reason I've come. I've found out some things. I want to make you an offer."

"What?"

"The way to beat Kronos through Luke," he said. "If I'm right, it's the only way you'll stand a chance."

I took a deep breath. "Okay. I'm listening."

Nico glanced inside my room. His eyebrows furrowed. "Is that… is that blue birthday cake?"

He sounded hungry, maybe a little wistful. Being a son of Hades, I wonder if he ever had a birthday party, or if he'd ever even invited to one. Plus I know my offer to him still holds about him being invited anytime.

"Come inside for cake and ice cream," I said. "It sounds like we've got a lot to talk about."

A/N: That's the end of the story. Before I get to the Last Olympian story, I will be doing the cannon version of the one shot mini stories of the Percy Jackson that takes place between 'The Battle of the Labyrinth' and 'The Last Olympian' of the Percy Jackson and the Olympian series.