My first series: :D Hope you like it ^^||
Percy's POV:
It was a cool day in camp. Although the Stoll brothers were on the loose pranking people,I could see it was actually a beautiful day. I walked to the Poseidon table alone, seeing Annabeth still made me smile. Her voice, smile, and everything about her was perfect. I looked closer at Annabeth,later realizing that she wasn't noticing me as she usually does. There was a boy, a teenage boy with brown-ish and blonde-ish hair. Is that what I think it is? He was stooped wearing casual clothes but a orange camp shirt.
I walked over to the Athena table.
"Hey Wise Girl," I said cooly."
"Oh! Percy! Didn't notice you there." Annabeth cried.
"Yeah. Who's he?"
"The name's Devon." answered the guy. "And your relationship with Annabeth?"
"I'm her girlfriend," trying to make it sound clear. "Who's your godly parent?" I smirked. He didn't look uncomfortable at all but Annabeth was just standing there. I knew something was going on in her head.
"I'm the son of Poseidon, but I guess you're someone different?" Devon tried to get under my skin.
"I'll be at the beach," I said shockingly. I can tell he still didn't know who I was, but I wasn't going to be near that jerk ever. I will not share a room with him. Never looking back, I could still tell that Annabeth was bewitched. Maybe it's better I never returned to camp, because I wouldn't want to anyways. I dived into the water and sank in as the current took me to where I wanted to go most.
Poseidon's Palace -
Marching towards the doors of my father's palace always awed me. I admired and envied the decorations of the seashells and kelp. I spoke to the dolphin guard and told him to let me in.
I knelt in front of my father's throne, "'Ello there son!" Poseidon had a grin on his face. I imagined him a war we had with the titans, not to be mean, but he really looked horrible compared to what he looks like right now. "Rise," he said.
"Uh, father, mind if you tell me about my new half-brother?" I asked, disgusted by the thought.
"Oh! So you've met him, yes, Devon, yes..well, he's 16 years old so he's a year younger than you. Apparently, the satyrs couldn't return him to camp sooner because of some difficulties," smiled Poseidon, with a glint in his eye.
"Okay, well, dad, I don't plan to return to camp, in like, FOREVER, so, you think you got something for me to do?" I asked, trying not to make it sound awkward. I looked at his face, he looked actually kind of normal in that face, stunned but proud. His finger lifted-at first, I thought he was going to zap me, but fortunately, I felt a tingling, and suddenly I was at Olympus.
