Sally Jackson, Percy's Mother

I watched in horror as they made a brown blanket-scarf and set it on the next beach chair.

My mom materialized, and even though I was horrified by the fact that my mom is in this fucking Elysium Island bullshit, I can't help but be glad that she's alive.

I ran to her and hugged her, and being the amazing mom she is, she immediately hugged me back.

After a moment, I pulled back to observe her. My Mom is 44 years old, and let me tell you, she is beautiful for her age. When I was young, her hair used to be brown and wavy, but now she has a healthy amount of gray sprinkled throughout her hair. (It all definitely comes from dealing with my escapades.) Her green eyes paired with her bright smile always fills me with warmth and comfort, and now is no exception. Her tie-dye tankini struggled to hide her cleavage, an indirect result of having Estelle and I.

"Percy, where are we?" She asked as she sobbed. "Paul and Estelle, I saw the monsters, they -"

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said as I mourned my sister and stepdad. "The Primordials fucked everything up."

"Language," she scolded between heaves, and I couldn't help but smile sadly. Even after everything, she was my mom.

Annabeth spoke up. "You're Clotho," she guessed correctly, pointing at Clotho. "You grabbed the string and started the Weave, and you're dressed just as a newborn would be." She turned to Lachesis. "You're Lachesis, you Weaved the rest of the Scarf, and I suppose your bikini is just supposed to be something sexy." She turned to Atropos, "and you're Atropos, you're dressed in vines and gold, symbolic to the wreaths and the drachmas during funeral rites. But why would you cut the Thread, we're alive?"

Atropos grinned. "Oh, but you're not, you died. By the Power invested in us by the Directors, Chronos, and Ananke, We the Fates can grab the Threads of those Weaved with Perseus' Thread from the Time of their Destined ****."

"Just like rebirth," Clotho said, and Lachesis continued. "Your intelligence is appreciated, Daughter of Athena, let's see if you can hold onto it."

Annabeth gulped, and I was about to get up and threaten the Fates, but Clotho grabbed another Thread out of me.

Lachesis giggled as Clotho spun the black Thread. "This is someone who hates you."

I gulped.