Again special thanks to Insane PJO LOver, who's support is truly motivating. Based on the events around "The Son of Neptune." I own nothing that relates to the Percy Jackson series.
Sally was still shaking.
Less then twenty minutes ago, her baby, her Percy, could have died.
He was currently in his booster seat in the back seat of the car, and from the soft breaths that she heard, he was asleep.
Did he not know that he could have died, right then?
No.
He was still a child, a mere toddler
A demigod, yes, but also, a child. A sweet, innocent child who cried over his fish's death and liked to give her hugs on random, and at least tried to be well behaved.
And he could have died.
The realization was still sinking in, shaking Sally to the core as she drove her sixteen year old beat up pickup truck down the busy streets of New York.
The world was in totally oblivion at the fact that there was a Mt. Olympus above the Empire State Building, or that a sea god ruled the waves. The world was also in totally oblivion about how an innocent child could have died.
It made her mad in a way, to look at the children who were out with their parents- shopping, getting food, even arguing. Heck, it mad her so mad she couldn't describe it.
She wasn't particular mad at the world, she decided, pulling into the parking lot outside of her apartment. Nor was she mad at Poseidon for leaving her.
She was mad at the fact that she wouldn't be able to give her child a normal life, a real one. While other parents would worry about children breaking curfew or running away with a girlfriend, her troubles extended to worrying that her child wasn't coming home because he was dead, and he was on the run because of some ancient monster that found the need to terrorize damn thirteen year olds.
No. No. This wasn't happening. Gods, where was he? What did those- (sixteen years of mom experience made her stop before she could say what she thought) ah, Olympains, think they were doing? They could go to -
Sally stopped. Blaming wouldn't help. Right now, her baby could be dead and the last thing she had told him was to remember his homework...
No. It couldn't be real. He was just a child, a child who defeated Titans and monsters sure, but a child none the less. And now he was disappeared, gone.