Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or any of the other characters.

Hey everyone! I just got this idea while reading a fanfic called Prince of Olympus and thought I should write something along the lines but with a different plot.

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Chapter 1: Sold!

Sally POV:

"Mommy!" Percy yelled with a huge grin running towards me.

Gabe and I had gone out for dinner and left Percy with Helen, his baby-sitter.

"Was he naughty, Helen?" I asked her.

"Not at all, Mrs. Jackson. We had lots of fun colouring in my new school textbook." she said said sarcastically while glaring accusingly at the back of Percy's head. But I could tell that she had already forgiven him and we both laughed at Percy as he stuck his tongue out at her.

"Thank you, Helen." I told her before paying her and sending her home.

I was playing with Percy when Gabe entered. He had gone to park the car three blocks away as all the parking spaces in front of the apartment were full. He was frustrated and had had a bit to much of alcohol as he was swooning where he stood.

"Sally, can you get me some aspirin? I think I'm getting a hangover." He said.

"Five minutes, Gabe." I called still cooing at Percy. My three year old son was so cute.

"Sally, please get me some medicine right now." Gabe growled behind me in a menacing tone. Seriously, what was his problem? Couldn't he wait for five minutes?

But I had my back turned to him and didn't see him looking at Percy angrily. If I had I probably wouldn't have said what I said next because it was the last time I saw the face of my son for a long time. Gabe snatched him out of my hands and ran out of the apartment. I chased after him but he was faster and by the time I reached the bottom of the stairs he was gone along with Percy.

He returned two days later with a smug and satisfied look on his face and I immediately rushed to him yelling, " Where is Percy?"

"He's in Maine." Gabe told me.

"What? What is he doing in Maine?"

"He's probably diving for oysters." (For the purpose of the story I'm making Maine a good place for pearl culture.)

"What?"

"I sold him, Sally. A good friend of mine wanted a young kid to dive for oysters. I gave him Percy and got a half a million dollars for him. A good sale, I should say." He finished with a grin taking in my horrified expression.

"Gabe, how could you? YOU INHUMAN BASTARD! I'm going to KILL you! I want a divorce now and may you face the wrath of the GODS!" I cursed him.

I pushed him out the door and slammed it shut in his face. I sank down onto the floor, bawling my eyes out.

My precious son was gone!

1 year later-Percy is 4:

General POV:

Percy woke up with a start when he heard the key in the lock to his room. He winced as he backed up into the darkest corner of his room. The room was bathed in light as his 'master' opened the door.

Percy didn't know where he was but all he did from sun-up till sun-down was dive for got worse when his master found out that for some queer reason he could hold his breath underwater for as long as he wanted to and he also didn't get wet in the water. He had to stay underwater for hours on end without any food constantly searching for oysters.

Yesterday had been the worst day so far. He'd failed to find any oysters under the sea. His master had lashed him with a whip almost to the brink of death. His arms, face and legs were covered in cuts but his back was the worst covered in more than 30 deep lacerations which were oozing pus. They were obviously infected but his master couldn't care less about what happened to him.

He found himself being dragged out of his room and to the edge of the cliff where he was pushed of as usual but it was different this time. His master had pushed him off just a foot too close to the cliff's face and he bashed his head against an outcropping on the way down and lost consiousness. But it was not over yet, he got caught in the current at the bottom of the cliff and was repeatedly bashed against the cliff until he was a bloody mess and was barely recognizable. Eventually he floated underwater till he washed up on a deserted beach somewhere in Massachussets. His injuries were so grave that the healing powers of the sea had not helped much.

…A young lady happened to be passing by and she saw the bloody mess which we can associate to be Percy Jackson. She walked up to him to see the lacerations on his back and the intense bleeding from his head. She was so enraged at this that you could see an aura shining around her. How inhuman could mortals be? She picked him up gently and saw that he was still breathing. 'I need to get him to Apollo as fast as I can' she thought before glowing brightly and disappearing in a flash of light.

Ooh! Who is this goddess?

Read the next chapter to find out.

But for now: Adios Amigos

And PEACE!

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