Percy was thrown to the ground by his hulking opponent. The sword pointed at him was so close that he had to cross his eyes to see it clearly. He saw the giant lift his head to look for the emperor's permission to kill. Although he didn't show it, Percy was terrified. The relief washed over him as his opponent lowered the blade and stepped back. Soldiers rushed into the arena, and soon they were shackling both gladiators.
Percy was pulled up and forced toward the gate opposite the one the giant went through. Something was wrong. He was roughly led up a set of rickety wooden stairs and behind the spectators' seats. The Roman pennants served as a painful reminder that he wasn't in Mycenae anymore. Even after 6 years, he was homesick, though that might have been because of his lower-than-dirt slave status.
Suddenly, he was shoved to his knees on the spotless floor of one of the boxes nobility sat in. A guard kicked his back, and he fell forward into a bow.
"Leave us," said a booming voice to the guards, who complied immediately. "Is this the one you wanted, my lord?" he continued.
A new, softer voice answered. "Yes. Unshackle him."
"B-but—my lord, he may-"
"Do it." The softer voice was suddenly filled with threatening power, and someone came over to release Percy's wrists from the cold metal shackles. "Stand, Perseus," the voice commanded gently.
When Percy rose he was faced with a man that was almost a mirror image of him. He was older, tanner, bigger, and he had a different nose; but the resemblance was uncanny.
"Do you know who I am, Perseus?" the man asked.
"No idea," Percy answered honestly, and the man chuckled kindheartedly.
"My name is Poseidon."
"Like the sea god."
"Not like the sea god. The sea god. I'm your father, and I'm here to set you free."
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