Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson universe. Do you seriously see Percy being smart? No? Then that means that I don't own. The rights to Percy Jackson belong to Rick Riordan.
Author's Note: I've had this typed up for a while. I'm only posting this now because of limited access to a computer... I hope you guys like it!
Rating: K+
Summary: Perseus Jackson was friendly - one of the nicest, and most loyal people any of us ever had the pleasure of meeting. What we never realized was that to us, it was all a mask.
A fic on a possible way of the the Son of Neptune turning out. In the point of view of the romans.
Pairing: Implied Percabeth
Open
by valkyriecain2110
"Open."
That's what they thought of him when he first arrived at camp.
He smiled at anyone and everyone, excluding Lupa - even the Ares cabin. He told jokes and made friends, and even the First Legion, the strictest of the strict, made exceptions for him.
When his parentage was revealed, everyone said it made sense. Neptune's moods were ever-changing, but children of the sea were loyal to a fault, and their enemies were always much less common than their friends.
But there were things that we all forgot, even the gods.
We forgot that the sea holds untold secrets.
We forgot that the sea has taken many lives.
We forgot that underneath the calm surface, the currents of the ocean are wild and fierce, and even treacherous.
There were so many things he hid from us with a smile, and all the while we were unknowing, thinking that nothing was wrong.
His skill with a sword, which he never explained.
His picture of a girl with piercing grey eyes.
His conversations in the night, directed at shadows.
And the way he acted as though the gods were familiar, when he had never been to camp.
Those were some of the secrets he hid from us, but even the gods - proud as they are - admitted they knew next to nothing of Perseus Jackson, son of Neptune.
When the foreign camp came, they were looking for one of their own.
It was then that we realized that it was we who knew nothing of the person who had trained with us, joked with us, and laughed with everyone who passed by.
His name was Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon - Percy to his friends.
When he first left, we realized that we had never once called him Percy.