Fourth

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Why your mom loved me? Thats a simple question Zion.I was myself. I wasn't a Hero, a man or a warrior. I was only Percy. And she loved me for that.

You don't believed me?

Well you should have more trust in you dad. But I truly accomplish nothing important to have that love.

Your right I did something. But I failed.

See. That's why you should pay more attention. But yes I failed.

One day you may understand. Love may happen for a variety of reasons. But I did nothing, I was only myself. And that may be why our love was so strong. For we , not our actions, our rewards, or our victories, it was only ourselves as the foundation of our love.

The gods may have trapped me to this island but it was the fates that made it a curse. To an immortal time was fluid . And on a never changing island time went from fluid to worthless.

In a way mortals who came on the island were someone special.

The first was a Hero, with an inner fire that burned everything around her until everyone was left humbled and awed. And I fell in love for the first time. She left saying that the gods will release me, how could they not, I was too kind. She left Promising that her prayers would be heard.

The second had an honesty so touching that it felt like she was made for me. A companion that would share my burden. And I fell in love for the second time. She left, never knowing how much it hurt, how little she knew of me. She left wishing that I was never trapped, Promising to do her best.

The third had a mind so sharp that he could match wits with the gods. And with this he charmed me for this prison was boring even to me. And I fell in love for the third time. But he too left, too consumed by the will of the Gods in Olympus and not about those on Gaia. His parting Promise like clouds in the sky.

But the fourth was someone incomparable to anyone I had and would have met.

He was strong, smart, witty and brave. But it paled to the likes of his predecessors.

But he was innocent, despite the hard life he led. And I fell in love again.

Love made me want what was best for him and so I held my tongue, he need not the guilt for abandoning me or his friends, whatever his choice may be. For the day will come when he would leave. Just like those who came before him.

And so weeks went by and on the last day, he came up and said he was leaving. And my resolved shattered. I told him about the curse, about my love and reassured him that I truly didn't mind that he had to go.

After all, no one could stay.

So He stood and considered. Which path should he choose? Who shall he abandon?

And then he said.

"Come with me."

I was shocked

"I'm the Son of Poseidon ... and maybe I can make the boat work with you on board."

I was happy.

"Worse case only means that you have to stay in the sea for a while."

And for the first time I loved someone.

The first person to have my soul. The first to try helping me.

And he failed, naturally. But when he left, when he made the fourth Promise, I blessed him and bid farewell.

And in my heart I finally believed in the Promise.

Because, He was not blind to the world, He was not blind to me, He was not a hero.

But he was Perseus, and that was enough.