Percy Jackson has faced the wrath of the gods, battled Titans, stopped Gaia from rising, and even survived Tartarus itself. But none of that—none of it—prepared him for his greatest challenge yet: raising a 5-year-old.

At 25, Percy and Annabeth have finally carved out a life that isn’t constantly interrupted by end-of-the-world prophecies. They live in New York, balancing jobs, responsibilities, and—most importantly—being parents to their daughter. She’s inherited Annabeth’s intelligence, Percy’s rebellious streak, and just enough demigod energy to turn every day into an unexpected adventure. Whether it’s trying to teach her to swim (which is kind of redundant when your dad controls the ocean) or chasing her through the apartment when she steals his Camp Half-Blood necklace, Percy is slowly realizing that this might just be the most exhausting—but rewarding—quest of his life.

Mornings start with blue pancakes, afternoons are filled with wild games and endless questions about gods and monsters, and nights are for bedtime stories that may or may not be real Greek myths (with a few details adjusted to be more kid-friendly). But lurking beneath the normalcy is the undeniable truth—she’s not just any child. She’s the daughter of two of the greatest demigods to ever live, and one day, the world of gods and monsters might come knocking.

For now, Percy is content with scraped knees, stuffed Pegasus toys, and that tiny voice calling him Daddy in a way that makes even the son of Poseidon melt. He’s survived war, Tartarus, and vengeful gods, but raising a 5-year-old? That just might be the most heroic thing he’s ever done.