Child of Kronos. A cursed title you had to live with your whole life. His symbol scarred all over your upper body. You thought you could stay hidden, live a normal life of a demigod. You had no contact with your dad. Never had. And yet, those judgemental looks will hunt you forever when you stood in the middle of the camp, your shirt torn down, revealing his signature. You stood there like a scared puppy, trying to hide what couldn't be hidden. Everyone was starring at you, like you were a monster, a traitor. Percy too was starring, but in confusion and disappointment. Like he genuinely thought you were one of them. You ran away in shame in the end, before anyone would attack you.

This didn't have to happen.. If Luke kept his word... If he didn't turn things against you.. If Kronos didn't hold him on tight leash.. You could still be among them. With Percy.

Battle of Manhattan soon started. Battle you trained for with Percy. Battle you were supposed to fight against Kronos on Percy's side. But now.. Stood alone. Or were you? In the middle of the fight, you shown up. Clutching your weapon in your hand, your clothes still torn. So what if you were his child? By blood, maybe. But that was it. Kronos recognized you immediately, his gaze falling upon you, soon the whole others followed. But Percy, while too confused, was somewhat hopeful and relived to see you.

Kronos had tried to throw you off, saying all kind of things that you were insecure about, all thins you tried to hide. But now that everyone knew? So what if you were his kid. You stood by your friends. By the God's. On the right side.

Percy, seeing that you never stopped walking, making your way to the battlefield, started to smile greatfully. He always knew you weren't who everyone thought you were.