Children Of The Sea:
We're Brothers After All.
The moment Triton sees his father return at the dawn the next day, smiling stupidly like a schoolboy in love, he knows instantly that his father had broken the oath of the Big Three. He closes his eyes and shakes his head—not in disbelief, but in resignation. His father just never learns his lesson.
"Who's the woman, father?" His question startled Poseidon badly, he could tell. But the sea god was much too experienced to show it.
"It's not of your concern." Then Poseidon's face darkens. Triton is pretty sure only now his father is thinking about the oath he had taken and had broken. "Your brother..." Poseidon trails off, leaving whatever he had meant to say unfinished.
Triton's face darkens. It's ridiculous, he knows. But he still can't help but feel jealous of his 'little brother' that he had never met. Poseidon is already proud of his new son even though said son hasn't done anything to prove his worth.
Biting his tongue to keep from throwing a scathing remark that he knows he will regret, he turns and swims away.
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The first time Triton meets a half-brother of his after so long since the last one, is when the demigod was at the mere age of five. It wasn't intentional. Triton did not know that Montauk is the place where his father met the mortal mother of his brother; he did not know that the mortal mother will continue to visit this place—bringing her son along with her.
Triton is enjoying the feel of the sun on his skin as he walks along the shore of the beach. He stops abruptly when he notices a smudge of black among the sand—now painted a reddish glint by the setting sun. The child must've heard him the same he spotted him.
Sea-green eyes so similar to his own flickers up to meet his own. Triton knows instantly that the young boy is his brother, the eyes said it all. And the boy's scent isn't completely mortal. The boy tilts his head to the side, curiously inspecting him.
He's strikingly beautiful, almost like a little girl, with a wide heart-shaped face, small red lips and large sea-green eyes full of innocence. His tan skin is sprinkled with barely noticeable freckles on his nose. His hair is as black as Triton's and neatly cut. But he seems small for his age, which, Triton guess is about five or so—it had been five years since his father returned to with a dreamy smile.
"Who're you?"
With the amount of curiosity in the child's eyes, Triton isn't surprise that the child posted this question. He considers lying to the boy but sees no point in it. "Triton." His tone is clipped and quite cold; but predictably, the child can't tell.
"My name's Percy, short for Perseus."
Triton takes in the information quietly. Named after a son of Zeus where he's a son of Poseidon? Ironic really, what was the boy's mother thinking? He shakes his head, it isn't his place to tell what the woman what she should name her son.
"Play with me?" Percy offers.
Triton studies him. For some unfathomable reason, he nods, agreeing. The boy abandons the sand castle he was building moments ago and runs towards the sea. Triton follows, watching the boy and the water nymphs that surfaced to watch the two children of the sea. Normally, Triton will snap at them to scram. But he doesn't feel like it today; he has no wish to disturb the fragile and tranquil peace.
He isn't fond of his father's other children—his half-siblings. But as he listens to Percy's meaningless chatter, he finds that he doesn't quite hate the child.
"Percy!" A distant call snaps Triton from his reverie. He looks down and sees the boy pouting.
He raises and eyebrow and Percy reluctantly elaborates. "That's my mom calling." He brushes off the sand from his shorts and turns to leave after throwing a sad, "Bye, Triton."
Triton has all the time in the world. He catches up with Percy and gently takes his hand. The young boy looks up in surprise. "Why are you following me?" He asks.
"Is it wrong to want to go somewhere with you?"
And what could he possibly say? Quiet, somewhat flustered, and just a tad bit breathless, his response was almost an unintentional whisper.
"...No, it's not."
Triton let out a sound that could've passed for a second's worth of a chuckle before he turned around again to face the ocean, their footsteps starting once more in the silence. The waves pools around their feet and for just that moment, he can believe that he and his brother are walking by the shoreless sea.
So this is what it's like to have a sibling, he muses. He wishes the moment will last but he knows it's impossible.
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That is the last time he sees his brother. And now...ten years later, there they are. Together once more. Triton studies his brother and as he turns to leave, he only has one thing to say: "You've grown up well, Perseus."
That is true. Percy is no longer the small child that needs protection; in fact, he's the one doing all the protecting.
Percy watches, wide eyed as he leaves. Then he grins and says, "We're brothers after all."
The look on their father's face is priceless.
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The Second Titan War is over. Triton expects that everyone now can live in peace for at least another century or so. But no suck luck—he wonders what he had done to spite Tyche. Gaea is rising; but what's worse—Percy, his little brother, is missing.
He grits his teeth, thinking about it just makes his blood boil. Whoever had done this to Percy, gods they were going to wish they were locked up in Tartarus. Percy's girlfriend, Annabeth is completely shattered, throwing herself into looking for Percy, her cold gray eyes empty. Tyson has abandoned the forges to look for his 'older brother'. The entire camp is going crazy with worry. The gods are being absolutely no help—His mother and the rest of the Olympians didn't care; Poseidon was angry but Percy is shielded from his sight.
The water is atrocious and Triton doesn't bother calming it down. And the world is in disaster. There was a horrific tsunami that devastated part of Asia, followed by several dams breaking, three terrifying earthquakes, and severe flooding throughout the world.
The mortals are calling it part of Global Warming; The gods call it 'Poseidon is having a childish tantrum'. Understandable since Percy is his favorite child. Unlike in the past, Triton isn't jealous. How can he, when he's brother is in danger?
The son of Hades had disappeared looking for Percy and no one had seen him since. The daughter of Zeus, now a Lieutenant of Artemis is having the Hunt scouring North America looking for any sign of him.
Triton can't do anything but watch from the sea, trying to track him that way. It seems futile but he is going to find him; the way Percy will try to find him if Triton is the one missing. Because the children of the sea stuck together, he knows now. He isn't going to ignore his half-siblings any longer—and that includes the Cyclopes.
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A/N; This is my first one-shot for this series. So, it may not be that good.
Review and tell me what you think!