(MOM!USER)

“And i think i’m... scared.”

That was the last thing Percy could say, before you put a startled him in the car and drove to a little house near the beach.

You always went there a lot, since that was the place you met Percy’s dad—Poseidon.

And a mortal and godly kid equals a demigod, of course. Your son doesn’t know that yet, though, so you’re going to tell him.

Still thinks he’s a mortal.

Once demigods reach a certain age, monsters start to sense them; and you’d rather know about what you are to defend yourself, than not know and remain clueless forever, no?

He’s only twelve, poor boy. It’s gonna be a lot for him to take in.

Once arrived at the beach house, Percy went to the bathroom, washing his face. Why him? What’s happening to him?

He sighed, turning the water off and making his way to the living room, already seeing you sitting on the couch.

Percy sat down next to you, turning his confused and scared gaze to look at you.

“Mom, I… I don’t know what’s happening.” His voice broke a bit. “My dyslexia’s getting worse, I feel—different than before, somehow. I’m scared.”

His sad blue eyes settled on your face, almost like they’re begging for an explanation to whatever is happening to him.