***POSEIDON***

The usual bustling palace was quiet, lonely even. The wonder of it was now subdued and shadows stretched over it, diminishing its beauty and grandness.

The palace was empty and the usual color of the sea now looked bland, opaque and not lively and bright like it used to.

Broken sobs echoed through the empty hallways. Its sound raw from pain causing all life that hadn't fled to shrink more in fear. Plants wilted like they didn't deserve to be happy when a person was feeling this much pain. Animals swam away, definitely spreading the word about not visiting the palace any time soon.

The Throne room was a mess. Tables turned, walls smashed in, broken things all over the floor. Slumped on the throne, a man openly sobbed with the pain he was feeling. The King of Atlantis felt like his chest was being ripped apart by a hellhound.

Percy Jackson was gone.

The thought brought more sobs tumbling out of his chapped lips. Percy, his son that brought him joy and pride like no other was gone and might never come back. He managed not to crumble in front of his family, but when he felt the familiar comforting sensation that the sea brought him, he couldn't hold it in anymore.

His favorite son was gone. His baby boy, so perfect, so carefree now ripped from his arms.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, like the ground was crumbling beneath him. Like the walls were closing in on him and he would be flattened into a pancake.

Poseidon had never felt like this before. He had never suffered so greatly from one of his sons' demise. Percy wasn't even dead and he was feeling like this, so shackled, so caged.

So useless.

He was a god, one of the most powerful at that, but he couldn't even find his son! He ran his hands through his damp hair, gripping it until his knuckles turned white, trying not to fall apart right then and there. Without even realizing, he was making the water wet him like an untrained immortal.

He took a deep breath, starting all over again when hiccups started making it hard to breathe, to think, to feel. Maybe that was a good thing, if he couldn't think, he couldn't feel the empty hole in his heart.

Silent tears left his eyes, but it made the sea even sadder. Like he didn't trust it enough to show it his weakness.

His son, Percy Jackson was his weakness. His kryptonite.

His son was a force to be reckoned with. He had that edgy personality that made you completely swoon or think he's a complete imbecile.

Percy Jackson was always his pride and joy. Yes, he loved Triton and his other children, but there was something about Percy that made him want to be better. Sometimes, even mortal. Just so he could hold that little bundle of joy every single day and watch him grow up, knowing that he would be a hero to him no matter what.

Despite all his godly affairs, he always loved and cared for his children. But alas, the Ancient Laws prevented him from showing it or even admitting it.

His family didn't make things better either. Cold, detached and sometimes even heartless towards their own offspring. It made him wonder how they could act like that towards their own flesh and blood.

Maybe because they had never had a son quite like Percy Jackson.

Percy Jackson was kind, joyful, heroic, considerate and a believer. He had faith in a better future and he was ready to lay out his life so that could come true.

And now he was gone. Maybe even forever.

That thought made him cry even harder. He closed his eyes, hoping to block out the images of his son that kept flashing through his eyes. The messy hair, the twinkling sea green orbs much like his own and that sideways grin that always gave away that he was up to something.

Hands cradled his cheeks and he opened his eyes, looking down at his wife, Amphitrite who was kneeled in front of him, drying his cheeks. Poseidon couldn't see well through his blurry sight, but something stood out every time he gazed at her. Her mocha eyes held tears, but she didn't let them fall.

She was slowly drying him, slowly and softly trying to piece him back together. As he gazed into his beloved's eyes, even more tears slipped out because he was expecting little Percy to be there in her place, sea green eyes bright with warmth, drying his cheeks, saying that he was here and that he wouldn't go away again.

Amphitrite noticed her husband's train of thought and couldn't blame him. His child was gone, his favorite child at that. Just thinking of losing Triton made a shiver crawl up her spine. She knew Percy was his favorite son; however, she couldn't really blame him. She had met Percy a few times, he even slept in the palace for a few days and she admitted he had a certain charm. He wasn't flirtatious or boastful, but just the way he carried himself. With grace and confidence, but with a carefree smile that slipped out adorably, perhaps even subconsciously.

Poseidon looked at her wet eyes and he wondered how he was so lucky to have her by his side. If it was Hera, she would probably turn away or laugh at his misery.

"Amphitrite…" he whispered brokenly and she sniffled. She had to be strong, for Atlantis, for him, for Percy.

"Oh Poseidon…" she smiled sadly and put his head on her chest where he listened to her heartbeat. At least she was here with him. He couldn't lose her too. He sighed, arms wrapping around her slim waist, hugging it tightly.

He slipped off his throne and kneeled in front of her. And so they stood there, in silence, kneeling and holding each other because if they didn't they would fall apart because Percy Jackson was gone.

And that was a tragedy.

One they couldn't prevent and it makes him angry that he couldn't even save his son from the kidnapper.

"We're going to go through this together, Poseidon. I swear it," She told him, "We're going to look for him, day and night until we find that Seaweed brained child!" she cried out and the king of Atlantis couldn't help, but smile though his tears.

Because here she was, holding him to her chest because he had lost a child of his. A bastard in the eyes of the mer-people. She was here, whispering sweet nothings and promising to search his son because she cared.

Because Percy Jackson was simply someone you couldn't help, but care for.

Okay, so this is basically each chapter is a character.

You don't need to read Insanity (now called Jinxed) to understand, but it would really mean the world to me if you could check it out.

Toodles.