The young man looked out at the horizon; at the one line that separated and divided the wide ocean and the endless sky. If anyone really thought about it, they would marvel at how this one line so clearly displayed the relationship between the two domains. The two brothers.

Poseidon and Zeus.

Having both been born from the Titan of Time and the Queen of Heaven, this ensured that they both shared various similarities but what divided the two so severely like that one line displayed with their domains, was Zeus's paranoia and Poseidon's temper. Millennium after millennium went by and Zues could never trust his brother, always fearing the possibility of being toppled from his throne. And Poseidon, although he possessed the quality of always being loyal to his family till the last of his essence would fade, he would allow the flaw of his temper to overpower him. To allow it to cloud his judgement.

These two flaws divided the brothers in such a way that could not be described in words. And this was clearly shown by the wars that brew over time. But what many did not know was that one young man had changed all this. Millennia's of controversy had been forgotten between the two brothers and a new bond had been formed. Between not only these two son's of Kronos but all fourteen Olympians. And this was all due to the son of the sea god, Perseus Jackson. With the mere fact that he is one of the greatest heroes to have ever walked on Earth. With his good will, loyalty and his compassion, he had opened the eyes of all fourteen deities and had taught them the lesson that it was acceptable to have a mortal side. To have that part of them that displayed their emotions and vulnerabilities. And this tied the Olympians to one another and strengthened their family in a way that not even the Titaness Rhea or her daughter Hera would ever had envisioned.

But the Queen of the Gods not only had never envisioned this bond between her family, she would also had never envisioned seeing her brother in pain.

Poseidon. The old sea god.

He was the one amongst the fourteen that was the most carefree. He usually had that big, goofy smile on his face that could lighten up anyone's day. But at this point in time, he would always brood and be stuck in his thoughts. The sea god's deep sea green eyes that shone in various ways to show his mood had turned so dark that one would easily compare it to the entrance of the dark pit that is Tartarus. For he was grieving. Grieving for his favourite son and what he had become.

Broken.

On the shore of Camp Half Blood, sat the young man who had unknowingly changed all fourteen deities with his actions. Perseus Jackson. He stared at the horizon and watched as the large ocean waves were churning and beating the shore mercilessly, like the ocean itself was not happy. And that was an understatement of what Perseus Jackson was feeling at that point in time. If someone asked him how he felt, he would honestly have no idea on how to answer.

Emotions rolled through him like a kaleidoscope. Rage. Regret. Grief. And deep sadness that soaked into his very core.

It had been a month since the second Titan war had ended and things had already begun changing at Camp Half Blood. Cabins were built, demi-gods were claimed and the camp had that feeling of serenity and excitement, that things were finally going to start becoming better. But what had not changed was that feeling within Percy. That feeling that haunted him since the battle of Manhattan had ended.

The feeling of failure. That he had failed. That he could have done more. That one feeling consumed him. It would go on to the point where his insides would be squeezed so hard from the pain of his failure that he could not breathe. Throughout the five years that Percy had lived, after finding out he was a demi-god, the son of Poseidon, many lives were lost. Bianca, Zoë, Beckendorf, Luke.. And many more. He knew that there was no way possible that he could have saved all of those that lost their lives in the war. After all that was impossible.

But if only..

He stopped the thoughts before they rolled round and round in his head like a endless Ferris wheel. But there was one thing that Percy Jackson knew for sure; he believed it with every fibre in his being.

He was not the 'Hero Of Olympus'. He was no hero. He was nothing but a failure. And with that final thought, the young man turned his back at the distressed ocean and walked away.

Soo I have edited it and have added a lot more, so tell me what you think pleeease! Hope you like it x

- WayToPretty.