Chapter 1: Call of the Sea
Disclaimer: I own no characters - they belong to Rick Riordan and to Greek Mythology. Of course, I would give anything to own PJO and HoO, but… Sighs. But the story is mine. So, without further ado, I present to ye readers: The Ocean's Son (or at least the first chapter).
Peter Johnson lazily strolled down a stone path by the sea. The sun was just setting far out, and to Peter, nothing could make the day any better. Indeed, today was his fourteenth birthday, and he was finishing the day with his favourite activity: a calm walk on the beach.
But, sadly, Peter could never fully enjoy his seaside walks. Every time he came anywhere near the ocean, something stirred in him. The shadow of doubt passed through him as he wondered if his mother, Sibyl Johnson, had told him the truth about his father. Who was this mysterious figure that haunted his dreams? Where was he?
His mother said he had been a very kind and charming young man when they had met. But when he was three years old, his father left. He doesn't know where he is, nor why he left – his mother says he had to leave for work. But always, the same words floated across Peter's mind: what? Where? Why? He never got any answers. Nor did he expect any.
Peter forced himself to put away the negative thoughts. After all, it was his birthday today! He had a complete right to have a day untroubled by his father's secret identity, didn't he?
He got home at around eleven that evening. His mother had already gone to bed. Being very tired, he tucked himself into bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
That night, Peter Johnson had many dreams, most of them unexplainable.
/dream\
Peter was walking in town. A sudden clamour arose in a nearby street. Peter heard shouting, in a language he did not comprehend. Peter ran there as fast as his legs could carry him.
When he got there, the scene that was offered to him left him mind-blown. Two Titan-sized men were fighting. One of them brandished a trident. The other brandished nothing more than his fist. But if that was not shocking enough, there was also a giant swirl of water surrounded each one of them.
All of a sudden, one of them – the one without a trident – stopped fighting, and turned to Peter. At the same time, a voice spoke in his mind, so loudly that he thought he would be deaf for the rest of his life.
"Your time shall come, Peter."
The other warrior, the one with the trident, looked at Peter as well. He frowned, and then he swung his trident, and pierced the other one's heart. The latter just vanished.
\end dream/
Peter woke up in sweat. That dream had triggered something in Peter, something he couldn't understand. He felt… stronger. Older. And he felt drawn to the ocean. He checked his clock. It was six A.M.
He quickly changed into his day clothes and quickly ate a bowl of cereal before stepping outside. Once outside, he walked decidedly with big, rapid strides in one fixed direction: to the coast.
To be followed…
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