(A/N okay so this is a short oneshot I wrote when I was bored. I had been contemplating the I dea of Percy having a sister and I came to the conclusin that maby he may not like having a sister. Its kinda like when he found out that Tyson was his half brother he didn't like it until he thought he had lost him so this story is basically Percy lousing his sister (a fanfic charaicter I call Jamie Lynn) so I hope you enjoy the story p.s sorry for the long athours note)

Percys POV

As I walked across the battle field I knew somthing was wrong. I didn't even notice the monsters and hell hounds as I strode...

"DADDY! DA-DADDY-DA-DADDY-DA-DA-DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Percy Jackson youngest daughter, Lilliana, but the called her lilly.

"What it is it sweetheart?" anwsered Percy.

"Look what i did! Look! Look! Look! I killed a lizard in the backyard! and its dead! Aren't you happy! Look! Look, look, look, look Daddy!" Lilly anwsered as she pulled on his ear to get onto his shoulders.

Percy had married Annabeth. Ofcourse. Poseidon and Athena weren't very happy about that, but the had to live with it. He was also not sure if they had been happy that annabeth and him had been married at age 18. The only god...

I felt Gabe’s fist collide with my face, and I struggled to get away, though I could do nothing about it. Gabe glugged down the last of his beer and smiled at my bloody nose and bruised…well, everything. “Please stop.” I begged, but Gabe only hit me again in response to my plea. I shuddered backward; I wanted to do something, anything, but if you were eight years old too and were trying to get away from a jerk that was three times your size, you had no choice.
My mother would have stopped this if she could, but this always took place when she was at work and couldn’t stop it. Gabe...

I held my hands behind my back the handcuffs were placed around my wrists. I thought this was going to be a normal day at the bank, but instead I was going to be captured. My name’s Annabeth Chase and this is my life after I divorced Percy.
My mother had put a curse on Percy about a year ago and I was forced to divorce him. If I hadn’t, he would have died from electric shock. If he died, it would have destroyed me.
I was shoved to the ground and kicked and punched. I would have done something, but my hands were bound, so I couldn’t do anything. “We’ll have to take a hostage.”...