EDITED: 04 AUG 2017
Author's Note: This story is loosely based on the plot of Lost Shall be Found by SilverMoon2465. You can check out her story. I'm so excited for The Trials of Apollo, so this happened.
Also the story would be following TLF movieverse with some book thrown into the mix. I would assume that Percy is about sixteen in the movie, making Anna eighteen, approximately the same age as Luke. Hit me up if there are any corrections.
I only own Leia/Anna.
Zeus ran a hand over his face, sighing in exhaustion. "What do you see?" he asked his brother, as they stared far ahead into the horizon.
"Thunderclouds," the God of the Sea answered.
"But no lightning," Zeus said grimly, "It was stolen." He eyed his brother maliciously. Poseidon turned to him, gauging his face. There was suspicion, there was accusation.
Poseidon looked at him in disbelief, "What? You think I took it? Omnipotence has blinded you, brother. We are forbidden from stealing each other's powers."
"But our children aren't," the God of the Sky said.
"You're accusing my son?" Poseidon asked, fists clenching. "I haven't seen him since he was a baby. He doesn't know me, or even who he is because of you."
Zeus narrowed his eyes. "If your son is the lightning thief, I will send him to the depths of Tartarus."
Poseidon, mad at his brother for threatening his only son, held Zeus by the lapels of his trench coat, "If you touch him, you will have the fight of your life."
Thunder rumbled loudly and Zeus broke free from Poseidon's grasp.
"He must return the bolt to me in fourteen days, in midnight of the summer solstice, or there will be war." Zeus blasted the entrance to Olympus and glared at his brother.
"Your despair has changed you, brother," Poseidon called out after him, "The loss of your Leia has made you thirst for war, but I am not your enemy."
Zeus' eyes closed at the mention of his lost daughter, "No," he said, "Not yet."
"Hey Mom, Anna, I'm home!"
"I'm up here honey," his mother answered, smiling as she saw her son come in.
"Heya, Perce," Anna called from the couch.
"Hi," he greeted again, throwing his backpack on to the nearest chair.
"How was school today?" his mom asked, ironing some clothes.
"The usual," he answered, as he leaned in to kiss his mother's cheek and moved to the couch to kiss his sister's. "I think this… uh… dyslexia thing is getting worse."
"Hey," Anna handed him a book, "Mr. Brunner gave this to me earlier. It's about the Olympian Gods or maybe the entire Greek Mythology, I don't know." Percy shrugged and threw the book back to his sister, uninterested.
Anna scowled, throwing her brother a glare.
"Oh, why do you think that?" his mother asked him. Percy sighed, "I don't know, maybe it's the ADHD. I thought this school was supposed to make this better."
"Percy, I know how hard this is for you, but someday it'll all make sense."
"Really?" he asked, frustrated, "When? Hmm? Tonight? Tomorrow? When?"
"Perce," Anna looked at him, silently telling him to drop the subject.
To be fair, Sally was being rather vague. She always told them that someday it will get better-somehow. Like one day, their dyslexia would be gone and they wouldn't get expelled from every school they go to. Anna knew better than to ask. Sally would only give her a small smile, and ignore her.
Suddenly, the door flew open, revealing Sally Jackson's husband, their stepfather, Smelly Gabe. His name's actually Gabe Ugliano, but Anna and Percy call him Smelly Gabe for obvious reasons.
"Woman!" he exclaimed, settling on his seat. Sally gave him a "hi," Percy sighed in a "here-we-go-again" gesture, and Anna kept her head down. "Where's my beer?"
"It's in the fridge," Anna answered, not looking up.
"So what, it's supposed to magically float from the icebox and into my hand?"
"Maybe," Percy muttered under his breath. His mother stopped ironing to get him the beer when Anna stopped her. "It's okay, Mom, I'll do it."
Sally smiled gratefully at her daughter.
"Hustle," Smelly Gabe laughed, hitting Anna's backside as she passed by him. Her fists clenched in rage, but she did not turn. She just kept walking, and got him his beer.
"Come on, man, you have to do that right here? We're in a kitchen."
Anna came up to him and placed a hand on his chest, "It's okay, Percy, just drop it."
"No, Anna," he replied, and looked back to his stepfather, "You show some respect, all right? This is my sister."
Gabe, a hand still on his beer, stood up. "Gabe please," Anna stood in front of her brother, but was pushed away by him. He eyed Percy closely, his free hand came up to pull Percy's hair on top of his head.
"This is my house. You show some respect," he said and moved to the other room.
Anna was moving forward, and try to defend her brother when she heard her mother say no. "No, please," her mother shook her head.
"Come on, Mom. Why?" she made a face, her voice a loud whisper, "Why do you stay with that pig? He smells like a sewer."
"Yeah," Percy agreed, "He sleeps until noon every day and he can't even hold a job. Why do you stay with him?"
"He's been good to us, in ways you just… you don't understand."
Percy shook his head in disbelief, "You're right. I don't understand. I don't get it." He walked out to the balcony.
Anna sighed. "Mom, just… forgive Percy, he's a little—"
"It's okay, Anna. I understand why Percy's angry. I… I'm sorry," she smiled apologetically, "One day you'll know why."
There it was again. Anna nodded, but she, too, can't understand why.
Anna wondered what life would have been like if their father was there with them. She had never met her father. Sometimes, when she'd close her eyes, she could see a lot of faces, smiling at her. A woman, not her mother Sally, beautiful and elegant and lovely and godlike. And a man, her father maybe: powerful, loving, gentle and kind. Sometimes, when she'd be in between sleep and wake, she could remember the love in their eyes, and their beautiful smiles.
Their mother doesn't like talking about their father. Anna thought that it's because it makes her sad. There were no pictures, they weren't married. She said that their dad was someone important, and so their relationship was a secret. Then one day, he set sail across the Atlantic on some important journey, and he never came back. Lost at sea, she had told them. Not dead. Lost at sea.
Hera cradled her newborn in her arms, tears flowing down her cheeks. "She's so beautiful, Zeus. So, so beautiful."
Zeus, her husband, nodded in agreement, lifting on finger to trace his daughter's delicate features. Her hair was licorice-black, like her mother's and her eyes opened and revealed her father's electric blue eyes. She giggled loudly, making her godly parents laugh in delight.
"My beautiful goddess, Leia," Zeus smiled at her, "You will grow and be the Goddess of Thunder, and I, your Father, promise you that no harm will ever come to you as long as I live."
"And I." Hera added, placing a kiss to Leia's forehead.