Percy quietly shut the door behind her. She gulped back the tears that threatened to come out. This night was nothing new, except for the fact that she didn't cry. At least not yet. Exhausted, Percy made her way to her room, her safe haven. As she laid in bed, she contemplated what her life would be if things were different.

'What if I knew who my father was?'

'What if my uncle didn't just disappear?'

'What if my mother didn't act like a drunken teenage?'

Every night was the same. She had to act as the adult and tend to her mother after a night of partying who knows where. Her uncle used to help out, but one day he vanished. His phone went straight to voicemail and the door to his house would never open.

'Why? Why didn't he help take care of his own sister?' She thought as her anger began to grow. For so long she had pushed everything into the back of her mind, but tonight had been the tip of the iceberg. Percy quickly got out of bed and switched her sleeping clothes for sweatpants and a sweater. As soon as her shoes were on, she slipped out of her house and walked with determination to her uncle's house. She didn't know what she was expecting, but she at least wanted some clue or explanation.

The dark brown shade of the house was only concealed further by the night. Afraid of any light attracting attention, Percy persevered in the dark, dragging her feet and keeping her hands reached out in front of her to make sure that nothing would poke her out of the blue. When she finally reached the door, she decided to once again try and jiggle the handle, expecting different results. It was still locked. She brought her finger up to ring the doorbell, but quickly changed her mind. What if he was home and was just avoiding her? Percy exhaled and shook her head. She wrapped the end of her sweater around her hand and balled the ends in her fist. Holding her breath, she punched the glass closest to the door handle.

'Ow!' She whisper yelled as her facial expressions contorted between a mixture of disbelief and pain. The glass still stood whole, unaffected by Percy's force. After getting over the initial pain, she tilted her head away from the door and squinted her right eye as she mentally prepared herself for the next blow. She applied more force into her punch, this time breaking the glass. She released a slow breath and shook her hand out before reaching in and unlocking the door. Before entering, she observed her surroundings to make sure no one had been watching. Once deciding she was truly alone, she entered the house and shut the door behind her.

"Hello? Uncle Julius?" She quietly called out. There was no answer. Percy looked around the house and found no one. She made her way upstairs and knocked on his bedroom door. Still, no answer, so she opened it quickly, in hopes of catching him sneaking out the window. What she found, was far from what she was expecting. There were hundreds of papers scattered all along the floors. An unfinished bowl of pasta was left rotting away on his extremely cluttered and dusty desk. From the looks of things, he hadn't been here in weeks. The doors to his closet were wide open and she could see that he hadn't spontaneously packed up and left. Her brows furrowed in confusion. Where did he go? A ping went off on the computer. She turned around in surprise and quickly went to observe the monitor.

"1492-2016-4:18" It read. The time was currently 4:10 a.m. and it was 2016, but what was the significance of the other year?

'What does that even mean?' She thought. When Percy took a step closer to open the computer, she slipped on something smooth, hitting her head on the wooden floor. Percy felt a sharp pain on the back of her skull. She turned around and saw that her head had fallen on the corner of one of her uncle's large history books. She saw a few drops of blood and discovered that it came from herself. Percy grimaced in pain, but went to retrieve the object that had caused her fall. It was a clear blue stone that seemed to have some sort of inscription inside of it. She squinted and held it closer to her eyes.

"Temp-Tempus viator? Tempus Viator." She read out loud. Immediately after, a loud alarm from the computer had gone off, signaling that it was 4:18 a.m. Percy covered her ears. It seemed to be as loud as a fire alarm. Percy got up to turn off the alarm, but when she took a step forward, everything before her eyes began to change. Her uncle's dark bedroom appeared to shrink in size. The harder she looked, the more tired she felt until she fell asleep.

Percy abruptly woke up. As a result, her head banged the wall. She groaned in pain and tried to observe her surroundings, but it was almost pitch black, despite the extremely dim light that seemed to slip through the door. Percy forced herself to stand up and made her way to the door, feeling it to find the handles. The handle was not a traditional door knob, but a metal ring that seemed to be hanging onto the door with a rope. Even more confused, Percy pulled the door open, leaving just enough space for her to sneak out. As soon as she was on the other side, she had realized that she had been in some sort of storage closet. The hallways were grand and baroque style.

PERCY POV

Where am I? It looked like some sort of castle. I tried to think back on the last thing I remembered, and it was the loud alarm going off in my uncle's room. Nothing was making sense. Where was I? A large gasp came from a few feet behind me.

"Miss! What are you wearing? If Lord Mikaelson sees you, he will be extremely displeased? Where did you find such strange attire?" A plump, short woman with rosy cheeks looked at me with disbelief. She stomped towards me, grabbing my elbow and leading me down the hall towards a room. I released my grasp from hers.

"Where am I?" I looked at her, upset. She watched me with a strange look on her face and one eye squinted.

"Looks like they forgot to talk with you, miss. Advice? Pretend otherwise. Do what they say." And with that, the woman led me into the room.