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Sally Jackson handled the sleeping twins , both wrapped in sea-green blankets. Poseidon stood next to her, eyeing them lovingly.
"They're beautiful, Sally," was all the sea god could mutter. She smiled. "Don't you dare call my son beautiful."
The twins truly were, as Poseidon put it, beautiful. The baby girl had beautiful blonde hair, and the boy, black hair as dark as Poseidon's.
Their parents gasped - the twins had opened their eyes at the exact same time, revealing their only identical trait, a pair of sea-green eyes. Suddenly, Poseidon put a hand to his forehead. He turned to Sally.
"Trouble is brewing, I need to go."
Sally looked up at him, her expression pained.
"Please... at least name them before you go."
He looked down at his children.
"Perseus Poseidon Jackson, and Avalon Rhea Jackson. "
Sally smiled weakly.
The Lord of the Seas hesitated. "Sally, you could go with me, you know. I could stop the tide for you, build you a palace underwater - "
"Dear, I can't," she stopped him, "I have to choose my life for myself, not have a god helping me."
Then her multicolored eyes lit up.
"Take Avalon, raise her in your palace. Keep her safe."
He stared at her.
She looked back at him. " Please, do this for me. I don't want either of them to get hurt." He nodded, scooped up his daughter, and said goodbye to Sally for the very last time...
Then he walked into the sea, and dived down...

-seven and a half years later-

I frowned at the great white shark. "Go away!" I yelled. It hurriedly swam away.
I smiled. Serves him right. The bully had tried to scare a baby angelfish. I had made sure that didn't happen.
"Lady Avalon, Lord Poseidon wishes to see you."
I turned around. A Nereid was looking at me expectantly. Sighing, I made the waters propel me into my father's palace.
Even with my seven year old mind, I could process one thing - the palace was beautiful. Tall columns made of beautiful white marble, jewels of the sea everywhere... truly beautiful.
Poseidon was waiting for me.
"Ah, Avalon, my beautiful daughter, come."
I swam to him, my hair flowing behind me.
He handed me a beautiful pearl necklace. "Take this. It's name is ρουφήχτρα."
I frowned. "Why call a beautiful necklace 'Whirlpool'?"
"Because it's more than a necklace, darling, it's a sword."
He undid the clasps, and in its place, glowed a beautiful sword.
"Wow..." I gasped, and he handed it to me. "But... why are you giving this to me?"
Poseidon smiled sadly. "I...I can't keep you with me anymore, darling."
My heart broke. "Daddy...you're sending me away?"
"I'm sorry, but it's for the best."

I stared at him, not believing. "But I can't survive without you! I can't do this!"
"Darling, you can. Have you ever wondered what your name means? Avalon is the river of healing in medieval times. Like the river, you will learn to adapt and... go on."
Clutching Whirlpool tightly, I stared at my father one last time as he waved a hand, and the water rippled around me, before a blinding white light appeared...