A/N: Me no ownie! Me no Rick Riordan! (And just to make sure that it is completely legal), I don't own PJatO, or any of its characters, you can tell because I live at Camp Half Blood and am therefore in the story, negating the need for me to write it! Just kidding, of course, please don't think that I am some sort of magical bridge between the real world and PJatO now.
"Wait, come back!" Tear were pouring from her eyes, making them look just like grey storm clouds. "I don't understand!" she sobbed.
The figure turned to look coldly at her, his green eyes stormy but hard.
"I thought that everything would work out okay," she whispered, tears still falling from her eyes, as she met his gaze.
"When will everybody learn?" he replied coldly. "The sea does not like to be tamed."
And with that, he turned around and didn't look back; leaving the broken, sobbing figure of the girl he once loved, behind him.
Really short, I know, I think it's called a drabble? Anyway, I love Percabeth, and I love Percy, but the quote from Poseidon has always sort of bugged me. Anyway, now you know what time it is… Time to… Review!
~Diana (I may be named after a Roman deity, but I am still a Greek camp supporter.)