Another quest. Percy could never get away. They always wanted to "send their best." At least that's what they claimed. He just wanted a peaceful life, a life where he could go to college and live normally. But that never happened.

Percy realized that he would never get the peace he wanted as he sat in front of Chiron, drumming his fingers on the table. He knew he should be listening, but he just couldn't focus. However, one sentence caught him by surprise.

"A solo quest?" He asked, incredulous.

Chiron nodded gravely. "We can not afford the normal three. It will raise suspicion, but don't worry, you will not fight alone."

Percy blinked rapidly at Chiron. "Raise suspicion?"

Chiron sighed tiredly, but not surprised. "Child, have you listened to a word I have said?" He raised an eyebrow.

Percy scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "No..." He trailed off. He felt bad, but he couldn't control it. After Tartarus, it seemed his dyslexia and ADHD were worse. He was always jumpy and always distracted. Except for a battle. That was the one time he could truly focus.

Chiron nodded and folded his hands together on his lap, seated in his wheelchair. "I am introducing you and a select few to the magical world."

Percy opened his mouth to interrupt, but closed it abruptly. Interrupting wouldn't help him, as all he wanted was to go back to his cabin.

Chiron had paused momentarily, watching him. When he was sure Percy would not interrupt, he continued. "Hecate created a world millennium ago. She gifted promising mortals with magic. Overtime, this world has developed. The magic gene passes from adult to offspring, and Hecate even blessed a select few to keep her world expanding. Their culture has flourished. For an example, to channel their magic, they use magic wands. Similar to what the Hecate kids use here."

Percy looked out of the window, watching the kids go by. He could spot a few Hecate campers from his spot, as they liked to soak up the sun playing volleyball or practicing magic. Percy turned his attention back to Chiron as he realized his mentor had paused in his words.

"As you know, where there is good, there is evil." Chiron looked to Percy, as the son of Poseidon slowly nodded. "A wizard by the name of Tom Riddle has been taken to the idea of immortality, and the idea of ruling over the magical world in Britain. However, as there is a villain, there is a hero to stop him. Harry Potter. A fifteen year old boy prophecized to be his downfall. But he has a long way to go, and he needs help. This is where you come in." Chiron looked pointedly at Percy. Percy tilted his head, but waited for Chiron to continue. He still didn't understand where he would help.

"You will be posing as a transfer student from America to their boarding school, Hogwarts." Percy pressed his lips together to prevent from making a remark on the name. He stopped and looked at Chiron.

"I'm going to a boarding school in Britain?" He asked, a little annoyed.

Chiron nodded once more. "You will be there for as long as you need to be, however it is estimated you will spend two years there before the final battle, however even I cannot see the future, and I am not sure how long you will need to spend there."

Percy gaped at the centaur. "Two years?" He asked, standing up. "Wh-what about my life here? What about my plans for college? Plans for a normal life?" He stressed, looking at Chiron in his brown eyes.

"Do not worry, Perseus. You will have a life wherever you choose. You may even end up liking the wizarding world." His eyes twinkled, knowingly.

Percy ran a hand through his inky black hair, sitting back down. "Two years," He said, exhausted. "And what am I supposed to be doing there?"

"Aiding Harry Potter and his friends in any way you can." Chiron said, unfolding his hands and rolling his wheelchair to in front of Percy. "It is crucial that you do not fail, Percy. Hecate is trusting you with her world. It would not do good to fail."

Percy rubbed his eyes and nodded. "When do I leave?"

"The start of the term, September 1st, is approaching. However, Hecate has agreed to tutor you in magic so you do not appear clueless, raising suspicion. You will train in your dreams, as Morpheus has decided to aid you and Hecate, a favor owed to her, I believe. Pack lightly, as you will buy most of your stuff there. I bid you good luck, Perseus."

Percy knew a dismissal when he saw one. Standing up slowly, hearing his joints crack, he left the Big House. He had a mission. Inform all of his friends on his upcoming quest, and begrudgingly, tell his mother, too.