Percy Jackson and the Art of Gacha

After a few hours of being in Gabes general vicinity, both mother and I had had enough. She announced that the both of us would be going to Montauk as soon as she had finished packing and prepared a seven layer dip for Gabe.

I hoped she put cyanide inside.

Once that was done and the two of us had packed our suitcases, we were prepared to leave but Gabe stopped me at the door to give me that warning "Not even a scratch or else." and alone for that I was making sure to put a minor curse on him. Something that would drive him nuts...

Speaking of nuts, I had an idea.

The grimoire about rituals and curses reacted to my thoughts immediately. It's pages, hidden inside of my shadow where all of my undead were as well, began to turn rapidly before finally landing on a page.

On said page there was only an incantation and a discription of what it would do. It was called the Curse of Minor Vengeance. It would, if done correctly, analyze what damage the offending party (also known as Gabe) had done to the victim or those close to them (also known as my mother, me and all those briefs Gabe wore.) The incantation, Judge and decree, messure his balance, weight his actions and let those define his fate. CURSE OF MINOR VENGEANCE.

And considering the fact that I had included his briefs while I thought about who I was taking vengeance for, I was sure that next to all of the broken toes this would cause and the general bad luck, he would at the very least taste his own nuts being dragged over his tongue. Let's not even talk about his bottom.

I had mumbled the curse beneath my breath but mom still seemed to have heard a bit of it.

"What did you say, honey?"

We were driving down the street, having just left the city streets, while I was wondering when the right time would be to tell her about me knowing.

I didn't really answer her question, which she let go as she could see that I was in deep thought.

When we finally reached the cabin in Montauk, I had decided to tell her during the camp-fire,while we made smores.

We sat there, talking about my father.

"Oh Percy, he was kind to those he cared about and he really loved surfing. He was genuine when he talked and from the day I met him, he never lied to me once."

I liked hearing about him and how she had met him, just like anyone would if they didn't feel any resentment towards their father. But even now, while we were talking about him, I was wondering how to break it to her and finally I just decided to rip the bandaid off.

"Mom, I know. I know about father and his family. I know what I am and I know I will have to go to camp soon."

She stopped talking immediately, probably from shock. Then, while her skin was frowning paler, she asked what I thought I knew and how. Which I answered.

" I have know for sometime now, almost on the start of Yancy. Only a few weeks later. I know about half bloods and even what we have in common with most of the monsters out there. And I know who my father is."

"Oh honey," she said worried, "I hoped the day wouldn't come as soon as he had said. I didn't want you to know. It would have put you in a lot of danger, Percy." her worry was genuine as she lead towards me and cupped my face, pressing a kiss on my forehead.

Small tears streamed down my face as I finally decided to be completely open with her, though I wanted to keep the reincarnation to me for now.

It was hard to say the next few words, even if I had practiced them in front of a mirror before.

"Mom, do you know one of his titles? The one about monsters?" I could see the shock on her face intensifying. Because now she knew beyond any doubt that I knew. Then she realized what I had said and what would likely come next.

"Percy, I know. But you aren't a monster just because he is your father, it doesn't work like that. I don't know how but I know that you are not one. And you will never be one."

It felt good how she was trying to reasure me that I wasn't a monster and the rage on her face, one on my behalf, just made me love her more. But then again, she didn't know about the changes.

From the beginning of the school year a lot had changed. Not only had I awakened my Gorgon blood and my spirit side, but my nightmares, the power related to them and even most of my older domains, had grown. Then I had evolved into a Wicker, several bleed overs and more nightmares had changed me, slowly, almost imperceptible.

But I had changed. My temper, something I most likely inherited from Poseidon had grown less active. No it didn't mellow out. It was just not as obvious as it would have been. I had felt myself grow more violent than I should have been, mostly shown in how my pranks had changed whenever someone presented a threat to either me or my loved ones. But at the same time shadows of my existence as a spider had snuck into my behavior as well. I was more cunning and patient than before. This made my temper appear to be mellowed out but it was not. To compare with the ocean.

The waves of my temper might appear to be low, lacking most of their energy but the undercurrent below the surface would drown you as soon as you risked entering it. And don't you dare throw a stone into the waves, you might not like what would come out of it.

I looked at my mother, Sally Jackson, sitting there, cupping my face while trying to reasure me that I wasn't a monster.

"I am sorry." I said as I slowly lowered the magic hiding my true form. My horns, both rams and deers had grown more. They were now at a hands length, with the deer antlers starting to branch out and the rams horns beginning to curve.

My glasses, previously invisible, appeared as my eyes began to glow with their gold, blue, green and violet splashes of color at full display.

My tribal tattoos, reached over my skin with my familiars stretching like they had woken up from a nap.

Then I lowered the magic further which cause my snake hair to become visible.

Mom stared.