AN: sorry for the long update I got stuck on ideas
Percy was lying on his bed pondering some things (and by 'some things', he meant the tape he just finished listening to and a certain missing goddess that he just found out inhabited his body. Ew.). He wasn't that shocked that the Egyptian gods exist (he was way past that point by now) but he didn't need more drama in his life. All he wanted was to go to camp and be with his girlfriend, not fight in another war that the gods stupidity caused. From what Sadie and Carter had said on the tape, it sounded like they needed help fighting this evil snake dude (especially since the only one they thought could help is a crazy old man). But he realized that they knew as much about demigods as he and the rest of Camp Half-blood knew about the Romans before the Giant war. He remembered waking up after months asleep not having any of his memories and shuddered. Then again, he thought it's probably best not to have any gods' help (like Hera's). Before he would make any decisions about helping them (but being how he was, it was most likely 'yes'), he wanted to know more about his mother's family and how they had the blood of Pharaohs. He got up and stretched, cramped from lying awkwardly on his bed, and took the tape out of the tape player. He put it on his desk and walked to their apartment's small kitchen. Inside, he saw his mother setting up dishes with their dinner on them.
She looked up and said, "Percy, I was just going to call you for dinner, but since you're here, lets get started." He looked at the table and saw Paul wasn't there
"Hey, mom, where's Paul?"
She sat down in her seat and said, "He went to pick up some things he left at school, honey."
Percy sat down beside her and dug into his mom's delicious blue food. Through a mouthful he asked her, "Mom, what nationality were your parents?"
She raised an eyebrow, confused by her son's question.
"Why do you want to know, sweetie? I barley remember them."
Percy struggled to find an excuse. "For a school project," he managed to stutter out. He hated lying to his amazing mother.
"Well then, okay. Before my uncle died of cancer, he told me that my mother, Janet, was an American historian who met my Egyptian father, Asim, on a trip to Egypt to catalogue some artifacts. They were coworkers, and after a few months of working together, Asim proposed and she accepted. They then went to America, bought a home, and eventually had me, but on a business trip back to Egypt, their plane crashed and, as you know, they died. By the time she finished her story Percy had a determined look on his face, and had already made up his mind. He would go find Brooklyn House, find the missing goddess who stalking his dreams, and fight Apophis, plus learn some magic along the way. He just needed to go to camp and get Blackjack.
Poseidon raced through his underwater palace's throne room, sending angry glares at anyone who disturbed him. Even Amphitrite and Triton couldn't calm him down. No one could fathom what was bothering the god of the seas. After a few more rounds of pacing, Poseidon sighed and sat wearily in his throne. This useless worrying would not help his son. He knew it was dangerous for their child to have fallen in love with Sally, but from the moment he saw her on Montauk, he had fallen desperately in love with her. When Percy was born, it was discovered that he had pharaoh's blood in him, and the Egyptian gods were furious with Poseidon. They said he would be dangerous (even more dangerous than a normal child of the big three), and would have to be killed. He managed to convince them to let Percy live so he could fulfill both great prophecies, on the condition that he would never find out about his other lineage, and the other Greek deities never knew. But now they needed his son for their own needs, and he was in great danger (again), and he knew that if anything happened to his son because of them, he would not hold back his fury over his favorite son.
Apophis was not happy at all. He was in human form and, enveloped in shadow, he sat tall and erect in his chair. He was hiding in a niche in the Du'at where none of the foolish Egyptians would find him until he was ready to devour the sun and thus cause the world, as the puny mortals knew it, to plunge into complete and utter chaos. He hissed, and his eyes flashed silver, similar to that of a snake, showing his true nature for the briefest of moments. He thought of the reason for all of his recent problems. Amathaunta. It was her whom he had kidnapped and trapped so he could drain her powers and use them to help him fight the gods, Ra, and those annoying Kane kids, but before he could complete the ancient ritual that would give him her powers, she sent them over to a human, and he was still trying to find the one who she gave them to. He closed his eyes and whispered a spell in ancient Egyptian that would help him track down her powers. When it was complete, he waited for a while, trying to sense something. After a while his eyes snapped open, gleaming, and he stood up. Finally, after months of searching he had found the one that had the power to stop him along with the Kane kids. "Hieracosphinx!" He yelled, and a lioness-like creature with a serpent-like neck that was incredibly long approached him.
The creature lowered its head to be level with his own and then he said, "Go find Percy Jackson for me, and make sure he doesn't make it to Brooklyn House alive." When he finished, the creature left and started its hunt for the person called Percy Jackson who stood in the way of all their carefully made plans.