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A hollow chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at the full body mirror.

Tugging at his jacket collar, he smoothened his shirt and ran a hand through his new black hair.

"Not bad," he mumbled to himself, lips pursing themselves in a look of satisfaction. He glanced at his face and leaned closer to the mirror, running a finger down his cheek, as if touching a venomous snake. He stared into his own eyes, seemingly a darker shade of green than the real pair, and let a sinister smile grace his face.

Taking once last glance at the mirror, he smirked and ran his fingers through his dark hair again.

Except when he looked back, he didn't see Percy Jackson; he saw himself for who he really was, and he grinned maliciously as his image shimmered back to the lean, green-eyed boy.

"Perfect."

"Percy, wake up!"

Groaning, the prince covered his face with his pillow and turned his back to the shining window.

"Percy, you have to get up! Your parents wants to talk to you in an hour about something important!"

"Ugh, Grover, can't Paul and Mom wait until it's afternoon?"

"It is afternoon, you've slept all day. Now wake up!"

Grover snatched the pillow from Percy's face and smacked him with it.

The prince's best friend walked to the door and held up a finger. "One hour," he reminded, then continued his journey away from the room.

Percy sighed as he sat up in his bed, rubbing his eye with one hand and brushing the hair out of his face with the other. He got up and stretched, then prepared for the day.

One hour later, he and Grover stood before the throne room's doors. A shadow whisked across the walls, swift as a fox, going unnoticed by only Grover. Percy glanced at the shadowed wall but shook his head as if he had imagined the movement. He pushed open the door and walked before his parents as Grover hid behind the door, cautiously eavesdropping.

"Percy, there's something we must tell you," said his mother, Sally.

"Yes, mother?" He looked at her aging, but smiling, face, wondering where the years had gone when she hadn't those frustrated wrinkles upon her beauty.

"Atlantis is going through some difficulties at the moment. We have grown too small, our land not enough for the people, and our soldiers worn and tired and too thin to fight any longer from the last battle. We haven't enough security, and with Athens claiming all the land around us, we have no choice but to do this..." Sally sighed and her husband took her hand encouragingly.

He continued for where she had stopped: "Unfortunately, if we do not come to agreements with Athens, they will run us over as well and we will be under their control. As rulers, we cannot let this happen. We apologize greatly, Percy, but the only way to save Atlantis is to join our lands; and to do that, we have arranged a marriage between you and the princess of Ath-"

"What?" Percy's eyes nearly buldged out of his skull as his mouth dropped open.

His mother stepped down from her throne and took her son's hand. "I'm so sorry, Percy, but we have to. We've heard she is a beautiful, kind soul and I think she would be perfect for you if you'd just-"

"I don't want to hear it!" Percy looked at his mother, hurt and anger prominent in his eyes. He stormed out the door as his mother hopelessly called his name, sorrow etched deep within her voice, and immediately his best friend trailed behind him, stumbling to keep his pace.

"Percy. Percy. Percy, calm down!" Grover caught Percy's shoulder and turned him around. "It's not that bad, alright? You're getting married to a princess, and she could be pretty, and smart, and everything you want. So just relax."

"I don't want to relax, Grover!" Percy ran his fingers through his hair and tugged on the ends slightly. Percy hissed, "Don't you understand? She's the princess of Athens. Athens. Athena. I can't marry a daughter of Athena, I'm the son of Poseidon!"

"Well," Grover said, "at least she's a demigod, and you'll both have something in common that's kind of normal."

Percy sighed. "Yeah, I guess. When do I have to meet her?"

Grover squirmed slightly, uncomfortable with the question. Timidly, he squeaked out, "Tomorrow..?"

The prince's eyes widened as he gaped at his satyr friend. "Tomorrow! She's coming here tomorrow!"

"Well, yeah! She has to meet her future husband and you have to meet your future wife! Your parents thoughy you two need a lot more time together before the wedding since you're both probably against this whole arranged marriage thing, so they sent the princess over early."

Percy nodded and sighed again, with a bit of stress about how he would impress a daughter of Athena. He wondered if they would ever get along, or if the gods would even allow such a marriage between to horribly rivaled immortals.

Trumpets blared a ceremonial welcome as the Athenian carriage halted before the gates of the castle.

The king and queen stood before the carriage, poised and smiling warmly, eagerly awaiting to see who their son would be betrothed to. The prince stood grumpily behind the two, but still watching with the same eagerness.

A young, beautiful girl stepped out of the carriage, lifting her dress with one hand and using her other hand to help her step down safely. Her honey blonde hair glowed brightly in the sunlight and blew behind her as the wind rushed gently towards her face. As she looked up, Percy's breath was taken away, for he saw nothing less than a stunning girl, with words being not enough to describe the amount of beauty she radiated.

The carriage door closed and the princess was guided to the king and queen of Atlantis by her royal guard.

She curtsied. "Your Majesties."

Sally smiled and took the princess's hand in a loving fashion. "Please, dear, no need for formalities. We are your family, after all."

A small smile graced her lips as she seemed to mouth the word family to herself. "I am Annabeth," she spoke, "and my mother said I was to marry the prince of Atlantis in order to join our two lands together."

Behind the royal couple, Percy whispered, "Annabeth..." He felt a smile tug on his lips as he said the name, for it felt so right on his tongue, like it was destined for him to say it over and over his whole life.

His mother shooed him forward and he stumbled slightly, tripping over his feet. Straightening his shirt, he stuck his hand out to her awkwardly. "I'm Percy."

Annabeth smiled and took his hand. "Nice to meet you, Percy."

"You, too," Percy said. He bent down and kissed her hand. He didn't know why, but it just felt right to him. It suddenly felt natural to hold hands with her.

Sally smiled and guided Annabeth inside by placing a hand on her back motherly. Annabeth smiled politely at the foreign touch and followed the king and queen as they sauntered gracefully into the castle doors. Percy watched them slip behind the large, wooden doors and began to the palace as well. As he neared the tall bushes on the side of the stairs before the doors, two hands reached out and snatched the prince.

Percy struggled and kicked at the person dragging him away but it was too difficult. The person was walking too fast. The thief pressed his forearm roughly against Percy's throat, hearing the prince gag and gasp for air.

Percy was thrown harshly into the back of a truck when it all went black.