DISCLAIMER: I'm a 14 year old girl. Would I own Percy Jackson or the Heros of Olympus?
The first time Poseidon visited Percy was when he was a 3 months old. Sally had left Percy in his crib to get him some milk but she had left the window open. The room was silent and Percy was sleeping, no one heard the gust of wind blow through the window. The closer the wind got to Percy, the more solid it became. First you could see the legs with the beach short reaching just over the knee, secondly a body began to shape covered with just a hawaiian shirt despite the cold weather, his bare feet placed gently on the warm carpet, with too much grace for a man his size. He crouched down next to the crib and stroked the baby's face, love in his eyes. He began to sing, very softly and his voice was soothing. Percy's eyes fluttered open and he looked at the man. He didn't think he had seen him before, yet he looked so similar. But the gentle notes of the mans song soon lulled him once again into a dreamless sleep. Sally came back in with the bottle for the little boy and she lifted him from his crib playing with the black hair that was growing in little tufts on the top of his head. She shivered and went to shut the window. The air around her smelled of the seaside, of her little holiday cabin on the beach that she loved so much. As the window locked shut, she smiled.
Authors note: Hope you enjoyed it :)
Be aware I wrote this on my phone at half two in the middle of the nght
I could maybe write more times that they have met?
Well Taa Taa for now my lovelies
