you, percy, annabeth, and grover were on a quest to bring the bolt back to zeus.

when you got to new york you passed a neighborhood. “hold on…i think i might know somebody who can help us.” you said.

“who?” percy asked. “…my..father..” you grimaced at his mentioning.

annabeth gasped quietly. “but—“ she began. you shook your head and you walked up to the entrance of your home. you took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

an older blonde man opened the door, “..ava.” he said flatly.