I see him running. One of the fastest runs he has ever ran. I can hear him panting. Gasping for breath. His head keeps turning back, see how far Kronos is away. His black hair flapping around as he runs. His sea green eyes wide and alert. I saw a little of fear in them. Like he has his doubts. Percy.

All of the sudden, the sea was in front of Percy. I saw the relief in his eyes. I don't know where the sea came from, but I don't care. Not as long as my son is safe.

He's almost there, but Kronos somehow is now straight in front of Percy. Inches away. I see the blade fall out of his sleeve. I try to yell Percy's name, but it wouldn't leave my mouth. I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn't corporate. Why? I don't know. I was completely useless to helping Percy, and I felt dread spread through me. I fought and fought, but my body would not listen. "No, Kronos! Fight me instead!" The words wouldn't leave my mouth.

I see in slow motion the blade move up and towards Percy. I see the blade go straight through his stomach. I hear the evil in Kronos' laugh. He felt accomplished. I felt sick. I watch Percy fall to his knees. A drool of blood slowly falling out of his mouth.

Kronos is gone now. Disappeared out of thin air. I don't witty about that, though. My attention is all on Percy. I am still not able to move as I watch Percy crawl towards the water.

'Come on, Percy. Just a little bit further.' I chant in my head. He'll be fine once he's in the water. Everything will be fine.

After a slow and painful crawl, Percy finally reaches the water. But nothing happens.

'That's impossible!' My head screams. Percy should be fine. My head is swirling in thoughts. My eyes are wide and my body is shaking. I was panicking. My son had to be okay! I don't know what I'd do if he wasn't.

I still and unable to move. That doesn't stop me. I keep fighting, but to no avail.

I see the shock on Percy's face. I see the incredulous look that flashes there. Then, I see the acceptance.

'No, Percy!' I tried to scream. I wanted to tell to keep fighting. That everything would be okay. But I couldn't. It was like I was under some spell.

"Dad." I heard Percy whisper. Then, Percy falls on his stomach. I look really closely at him just to realize that his chest was moving. He wasn't breathing.

"No!" I am family able to scream. Finally able to move. I run towards Percy. I turn him on his back and lay his head in my lap. "Percy!" I yell, throat burning as I yell. Nothing happened.

No! This can't be happening. Percy has to be fine. He has to be. But he's not. He's gone. My eyes burn, but then I remember the look of acceptance. He's going to think I didn't try to help him. That I am okay with his death. But I'm not! I need to find a way to fix it!

I bring him deeper in the water. I splash it all over him, but it didn't work. Why wasn't it working?! He is my son! It should be working! It makes no sense! Then, it all came crashing down on me.

My son…. He's gone. Dead.

I jumped into a sitting position from my bed. Breathing hard. Percy. I know. I know. It is only a dream, so I lay back down in bed and try to fall back to sleep. My eyes are closed but my mind is awake. Percy. My only demigod son. My favorite son. I can only think about the blood. My son hurt an only. And I couldn't help him.

I know it's ridiculous, but I need to check on Percy. Otherwise I won't be able to go back to sleep. I grab my trident and transport myself to Camp Half-Blood. I walk though the barriers. It was totally empty. Perfect.

I walk towards my cabin and quietly walk inside. It was dark, so I shined a small light into the cabin. I looked around, but yet there was no demigod. No!

I start to panic. Where was he? Where could my son have gone? What if the nightmare was true? What if someone had kidnapped Percy like Hera had? I started rushing around the cabin. Looking under every bed. I was making my way towards the bathroom when I heard the door open. I panicked and hid behind the bathroom door.

I move my head form behind the door to see the person who had just walked in. Just like that, I see it. I see the black hair, although it was all over the place. I see his sea green eyes. They looked tired and stressed. His body language looked exhausted. I look down to see there was a textbook in his hands. Actually, there were multiple textbooks in my son's hands.

Then it hits me: Hera. Percy missed so much of school. He's behind. He was with Athena's girl. Trying to study. Trying to catch up. I need to have a big discussion with Hera when I go back to Olympus.

He drops the textbooks on the floor with a loud "bang!" He sighs and climbs into bed with a big yawn. Not a second later, my boy is asleep.

I slowly walk over to him. Careful not to make a sound. I need a careful look at him. I make sure there is no blood. There is none.

Percy seems peaceful as he slept, but he also seems very exhausted. I can see the dark bags under his eyes. My poor boy. He can never catch a break. I know he deserves one.

I look down at him some more. I study his face. I never get the chance to see him, why not take the opportunity? I run my hands through his hair. It was knotty, but silky at the same time.

I stay there for awhile longer. I want to wake him up, but I know I can't. It's too dangerous. I would risk it if I would be the only one that would get in trouble with Zeus, but Percy could get hurt too. I would never risk my son's safety. Even if he hates me for thinking I never saw him.

I could go back home since I know that Percy is safe, but why should I? I'm already here. I have a chance to be with me son. Why go home?

I stay there for the rest of the night. My trident glowing slightly in the dark. Just light enough so it wouldn't wake Percy. When it was early morning, Percy started to groan, telling me that he was waking up. I stay there a second longer. My hand running through his hair one more time before returning home. Having that discussion with Hera later.

Little did Poseidon know, that Percy saw someone in his room, but it didn't freak him out. Somehow he felt safe. He didn't know why, but he did. Percy saw, with his eye's half open, a flash of a person. Black hair. He was wearing a loud shirt. Then, he was gone. When Percy was fully awake he smelled the salt water that the person left behind. Percy smiled. Knowing now that his dad was really there for him. That he cared for him.

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