Percy

She left me without a single word. No note, no Iris message. Nothing. No one could find her. We all searched find and wide. Here at camp, at her favorite buildings, in California. Her dad got mad at me. Blamed it all on me. So did Athena. But surely, her own mother would know where she was. Apollo wouldn't tell us. There was something fishy about that. Poseidon told me to forget about her. So did Sally, my own mother, who told to go rescue Annabeth when she was kidnapped. But how could I? Two years of us being together (Not to forget about fighting alongside each other since we were 12) and she just leaves me. Just like that.

I think you all know who she is, what she looks like, what's she's like inside. Head Counsellor of the Athena Cabin; Architect of Mount Olympus; Daughter of Athena. She has golden, blonde, princess curls; a cap that makes her invisible when worn; tall; stormy gray eyes; an athletic build. She's extremely intelligent, analysing every second; creating plans from the top of her head; she contains pride, being feared in battle.

But she left me here. Then, when I was eighteen, and now at twenty-six and as faar as I'm concerned, she's not coming back. Life has gone a little better without her, I guess. I mean, I got a job, a beautiful nice fiancée (We're getting married in a couple of months. I must say I'm excited!) and most of the monsters have practically left me alone. I'm surprised I haven't died yet after all the bull fighting and Titan smashing. I guess this is what you get for fighting your entire teenage life. Thank the gods.

So on the 8th of June I walked up the steps to the place I worked, the MUSIC (Marines Under Seas Ink Company). Don't bother asking why the name sounds so ridiculous. My father, Poseidon made the name up for me to start up a business. I'm sure he meant well, as he even forced clients to go to my company for sea problems, and I'm grateful for that. Now I'm one of the richest men in New York thanks to Poseidon (Not to forget the most well known).

My two personal assistance, Jamie Yule and Poppy Waterbanks, sat away typing for me in front of my office. They were both very hard workers: organizing presentations, writing up letters and so forth when I'm not there to do it. They fetch my emails, manage my schedule. They're the best workers I've had and I'm grateful for them.

"Morning!" I greeted cheerfully at my assistants, who were furiously typing away on their Apple products.

"Hello." They mumbled back.

"Late as usual, Percy. Don't you know what time it is?" Poppy asked playfully. I swear sometimes Poppy can act like another mom to me, asking me those sorts of questions. She has chestnut brown hair with bright green eyes. She wears black plastic glasses that sit on her nose, her bangs neatly falling to her side.

"I'm the boss, I'm allowed to do whatever I want." I shot back.

Then there was Jamie. He has reddy-brown tousled hair. His eyes are blue. He looks like a typical high-school jock but I promise you this, he's not. He's the nicest guy I've ever met outside camp. Who's mortal, that is.

Opening the door to my office, Jamie shouted "You got an email. You're not going to like it."

I groaned. I hated it when Jamie said that. Those type's of emails always made me miserable for the rest of the day. It was either about a closed off deal or offers being pushed away. Then money would be lost for my company. Gods, I despised them.

I sat down in my mahogany-colored desk chair (AN: When I encounter the word "Mahogany", I always think of Effie Trinket on the train to the Capitol) and switched on my laptop. I scanned through the emails and-

Oh. Only one.

I doubled-clicked on it and a video popped up.

"A powerful god has come to greet you,

with bad news, some bad, bad news!"

The video played, in a scary, majestic voice. The only person I could think of writing that must have been Tyson. Sure, his grammar has improved since the last 8 years but not tremendously. The video-poem continued.

"Go to the restrooms,

and decide your fate!"

Then in a normal voice:

"Please use a golden drachma too."

The video ended. I sighed and slumped on my chair. Right, well into the men's room I go. I grabbed a drachma from one of the drawers of the desk and headed out of the office.

"It was really bad wasn't it?" Jamie asked painfully.

Time for the Mist I think.

I snapped my fingers. "I don't know why you said it was bad, I thought it was great news."

I have to say, my Mist trick has improved a lot since I left camp. Chiron had finally taught me how to manipulate the Mist on mortals when needed. Now was a perfect example.

Jamie shook his head. "Er... yeah it was great news. Sorry boss, I don't know what came over me."

"Don't call me boss." I scowled. I already get that from Blackjack.

As soon as I got into the restrooms, I said. "Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, accept my offering." I chucked the coin into the rainbow, wrong timing I know, "Show me-"

The picture went straight into the underwater palace, where my dad was admiring his Trident.

"Father?"

"Hm?" Poseidon looked up. "Oh hello my boy!"

"Hi dad." I said informally.

He looked up as if lightning was going to struck. "Ok listen up. I've only got a short time before one of Athena's owls comes to get me. Anyway just brace yourself. Don't do anything rash ok? Love you son."

Poseidon spoke so fast, I didn't really catch what he was saying.

"Wait, dad! What do you mean embrace yourself?" I asked nervously but it was too late. The Iris message had cut off.

What did my dad mean? Was there something big going to happen?

I told myself to calm down. There was no need to panic. As long as I was in mortal's eyes, I'd be fine.

I continued the rest of work as usual as I possibly could. Poppy and Jamie knew something was going on but they wouldn't be able to figure it out- especially if it's about gods and stuff.

Last time Poseidon said "brace yourself" to me was when Thalia came back from being a tree. It was a complete surprise, I guess, so this time round, it should be ok.

Ok, so this is my new story. Was the first chapter ok? or should I just not bother? Please tell me what you think! Another thing, do you want Percy's fiancée to be Rachel, another mortal, Calypso? Do you want her to be a complete bitch, or really sweet and understanding?

Please tell me by reviewing or just PM me. I don't mind which!

So... what's Percy going to find out?

Find out in up-coming chapters to come...

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-The Innocent Little Human