I warn you now that some characters may be a little OC -ish. I try to stay true to Rick Riordan's characters but it may be necessary for the plot.

Poseidon

The first thing he became aware of was a severe ache in his head. It was the kind that throbbed behind your eyes.

Blearily opening his eyes, the fuzzy image of a red-orange sky and the cluster of tree boughs came into view. Pulling himself to his feet, a sudden fierce pain in his right arm up to his shoulder made him wince, cradling it against his chest.

Looking down at himself, he noticed that he wore a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a navy blue shirt that had the logo of some sports team on it. Frowning in confusion, Poseidon wondered how he ended up here. He thought hard about the last thing he remembers but his brain was hazy and all he could recall were blurry shadows. So, what happened then?

Judging from the geography, Poseidon took a wild guess that he must be somewhere near Camp Half-Blood. He recognized these trees and some deep impulse was telling him where he might be. At least, he hoped where he might be. Poseidon knew these woods were dangerous and judging from the rapidly darkening sky, he didn't have much longer of daylight left. If what he thinks is right, then he should reach Camp Half-Blood soon. Satisfied with that thought, Poseidon trudged on.

He had no idea how long he went on like this—minutes, hours—and he also had no idea if he was even going in the right direction, which he sincerely hoped he was, but he was quickly getting tired. His movements were becoming sluggish and slow. The mass of trees was never-ending, and the sky was now a dark purplish color. His arm throbbed and sent flares of pain to his already aching head, but he didn't stop.

He had to reach Camp Half-Blood.

Then, through the trees on the horizon, he could see the tops of the western hills. Just over those hills would be his destination. Picking up the pace, he hobbled along as fast as he could. (Which wasn't fast enough in his opinion). When he did reach the top of the hills, he stopped and looked down at the camp below. He could see the strawberry fields, the Pegasus stables, and the Big House in the distance. The view may have been of only the western side, but it was still a joy to see it, knowing that he reached his journey's end.

By now, his aching head was making his vision dance with black specks. Just before he could make it down the hills, he collapsed and promptly blacked out.

The soft chatter of voices awoken him, and he cracked his eyes open only to be met with the blank canvas of a ceiling. His head was pounding as if someone was using it as an anvil. His right arm was bound in a sling and strapped across his chest. He was lying on a small bed with white sheets pulled up to his abdomen. The soft voices suddenly stopped, and he turned towards their direction.

A quick survey of the room told him that he must be in a clinic. Two familiar demigods stood on the other side of the room staring intently at him. One he recognized as Will Solace, son of Apollo. The other was none other than Nico di Angelo, son of Hades. Will turned towards Nico and mumbled something inaudible before Nico nodded and swiftly left through the open doorway.

Will smiled warmly at him and came to stand at the foot of his bed. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

Poseidon took a moment to answer, deciding which adjective to use. "Terrible," he muttered.

Will looked at him sympathetically. "You broke your arm and had passed out from dehydration. I healed you as best I could, but it may be a while before you can do anything physical."

Poseidon found that mildly annoying. Instead of voicing his opinion, he asked, "Where am I?"

"You're in the infirmary at the Big House. You've been out for about twelve hours."

"What?"

Before Will could answer, the clock-clock of hooves against wood interrupted them. The familiar, imposing form of Chiron stood in the doorway looking down at them. His expression was solemn. Chiron approached him slowly, carefully watching him with calculating eyes. Nico followed after and took his place beside Will. Finally, Chiron asked, "Who are you? How did you find this place?"

Poseidon shifted, painfully, so he was sitting up. "Chiron…its me, Poseidon. I think we need to talk."

It took not even a full thirty minutes to explain to Chiron what had happened and how he got here. If his memory serves him right, Poseidon remembers being on Olympus with Zeus and Hades. The three of them were meeting about the recent war with Gaea and other immediate affairs that needed to be addressed. An abrupt flash of light blinded him, and he awoke in the woods near Camp Half-Blood.

Chiron hummed thoughtfully once he finished his tale. "This is indeed troubling…" he muttered, stroking his neatly trimmed beard. "You sure you don't know what cause it?"

He shook his head dismissively. "If I did I would be sure to tell you." He glanced over at Will and Nico, who were quietly conversing with themselves. They were giving him odd looks every so often. Chiron was quiet for a full minute before turning to face Will and Nico.

"Go gather the others," he directed. The two demigods nodded and quietly left the two of them alone. Chiron turned and faced him again, his brows furrowed. "You mentioned your brothers?"

"They were there when it happened. I didn't see them when I had awoken."

"Could they have been separated from you?"

Poseidon considered this for a moment. If his brothers were effected by the light, could they have been separated? Did that mean they could be lost in the woods around camp? Or was he the only one effected by the light?

"You don't think they might be lost in the woods around camp, do you?" he asked.

Chiron was quiet again. "That could be a strong possibility," he muttered.

Before Poseidon could respond, the sound of voices floated through the open doorway and a group of familiar demigods flooded into the room and openly gaped at him. They glanced from him to Percy and looked so confused that it was almost comical. His son's resemblance to him must have confused them the most. Poseidon recognized them as some of the cabin counselors.

The first to say anything, however, was Annabeth. She turned towards Chiron, a frown of confusion on her face.

"Chiron, what's going on? Will and Nico said we were needed here."

Chiron smiled at them. "It seems we've got a bit of a…problem." He gestured towards Poseidon. "Twelve hours ago, we found him just outside the western borders."

Chiron chose his next words carefully. "After some brief explanations, it seems Poseidon here somehow…fell from Olympus and ended up near camp."

With that statement, their eyes widened, and they started murmuring to one another. Percy was the first to recover and stared at him, mouth open.

"...Dad?" he asked. He seemed almost skeptical.

Poseidon gave him his best grin he could manage. "Hello Percy," he greeted.

"What—how did this happen?" Percy came over to his bed and inspected his bandaged arm.

"I'm not quite sure what exactly happened." It wasn't the full explanation, but at least it was the truth.

More murmuring.

"It seems," Chiron spoke, quieting the group. "That your father wasn't the only one either, Percy. We believe Zeus and Hades may have fallen as well."

The murmuring grew louder. Chiron raised a hand and the group settled. "We have no proof if this is true, but Poseidon claims there may be a possibility."

"Wait," it was Leo who spoke. "Does this mean we have another dark prophecy or something? Cause I had enough with the last few. No thank you."

"Does this mean Lord Poseidon is mortal?" Annabeth asked.

Poseidon really hoped that wasn't true. He's been mortal before and he did not want to have a repeat of that again.

Chiron cleared his throat. "Now, I'm not completely sure if this situation will be anything like Apollo's, but nevertheless, we should take precautions. Poseidon, dear friend, I'm assuming that you'll be staying with your son?"

Poseidon glanced at Percy before giving an affirmative nod.

"Very well," Chiron nodded. "We'll speak more of this later. For now, I believe we should let Poseidon rest."

Slowly, the group of demigods filed out of the room. Percy reluctantly said his goodbyes before being dragged away by Annabeth.

"Thank you, Chiron," he said, inclining his head. Chiron bowed. "Of course."

Soon, Poseidon was left alone with only his thoughts to keep him company.

He doesn't remember falling asleep, but at some point, he did. The constant throbbing in his head had subsided, and he felt much better than before. He was, however, disappointed to find that it wasn't all a dream. He had hoped that he would wake up on Olympus and pretend that this never happened.

But alas it seems that is not the case.

Judging from the amount of light in the room, Poseidon assumed it must be early morning. Slowly pulling himself into a sitting position, he checked his bandaged limb. The sling was sturdy enough to allow him slight movement. With careful maneuvering, he swung his feet off the bed. He found the shoes he was wearing before neatly placed against the wall and hobbled towards them. It took more effort than he would like to admit, but he managed to slip them on. (It was a lot harder with only one hand).

Slowly opening the door, he peeked out into the empty hall. Relieved that there was no one guarding his door, not that he expected anyone to be, he quietly made his way outside. He had a feeling that he shouldn't be leaving the infirmary, but he was way past the point of caring. His current state was more important than a broken arm.

The early morning sun was bright, and he had to squint to see. The sun displayed a dull orange across the sky and he could see it peaking up over the horizon. "Damn Apollo," he muttered.

He walked out onto the porch and gazed around at the strawberry fields. He expected to see demigods but there were none. Camp was quiet, and he assumed either everyone was still asleep, or most were at the dining pavilion. The lack of demigods alleviated him, and he wasn't sure what he would do if he came across a demigod in his present state.

Just as he was about to step off the porch, a shadow fell over him and he turned to find Chiron. "Morning," Chiron said. He raised a brow. "I see you're feeling better?"

Poseidon grinned sheepishly. So, he wasn't as sneaky as he thought. He winced, waiting for Chiron to reprimand him and send him back to the infirmary but none came. Instead, Chiron quirked another brow in question. "Care to join me for a walk to the pavilion?"

Chiron and Poseidon walked side by side. Poseidon enjoyed the early morning sun and the cool breeze that would pass by every so often. They talked about useless things; like how Atlantis is doing and the recent activities on Olympus. It felt nice to have a casual discussion that didn't involve complaints and arguing among other gods and goddesses.

As they neared the pavilion, Poseidon could hear the quiet chatter of demigods. The mix of orange shirts blended in the sunlight and the smell of food made his stomach growl.

He blinked; momentarily startled at the sound. Chiron must have seen his expression for he chuckled. "Mortal or not, everyone needs to eat at some point. Even deities such as yourself, my friend."

Poseidon sighed. "I suppose you're right."

"Come. Let's enjoy this fine morning before we seek answers."

With that said, Chiron brought him over towards the Poseidon—his—table. He could hear the murmurs and whispers of the demigods around them and averted his eyes to the ground. In his current situation, he didn't want all the attention. He was sure rumors have spread about his arrival. For some reason, he felt apprehensive about eating with the demigods. Would they fear him in this form? Would they accept him and act as if nothing has changed? He was not like Apollo, who had been in this same situation not long before.

He was one of the Big Three. A powerful entity that could drown navy fleets whole or create new islands from nothing.

As soon as they neared his table, he was met with Percy who was busy making faces with his food. He didn't seem to notice them until Chiron cleared his throat.

Percy looked up and gave a lopsided grin.

Chiron gave him a pat on the shoulder as if to say good luck before wondering over towards his own table. Poseidon briefly wondered where Dionysus was but decided it was none of his concern.

After getting some food, Poseidon sat across from Percy. The two of them didn't talk much, which was understandable. It's not every day your godly parent eats breakfast with you. There was so much Poseidon wanted to say to Percy, yet he couldn't find the words to start.

His mind was otherwise preoccupied with endless questions. How could something like this have happened? What did happen anyway? And where were his brothers? Are they lost in the woods or are they on Olympus?

These questions kept repeating in his head and it was starting to give him a headache. If he were honest, he was more concerned about being mortal than anything. He didn't fear being mortal as some gods and goddesses do but that doesn't mean he wants to be mortal. Though a broken arm wasn't very convincing in that sense.

At some point, Chiron announced his unplanned arrival at camp. There were awed and nervous glances in his direction, but he made a point to ignore them all. Thankfully, Chiron didn't force him to stand. As soon as nine o'clock came around, the pavilion was quickly cleared. All except Chiron, himself, and the counselors were left.

Once gathered, Chiron looked at them all with a passive expression. "I believe we should take this to the Big House."

They all had filed into the council room and it looked the same as he remembered it. Ping-Pong table and everything. Once everyone was comfortably seated, Chiron began the meeting.

Poseidon stayed quiet throughout most of it, listening intently. He would put his input when he saw necessary but never any more than that. Chiron made a point to send search parties out into the woods to search for his brothers, but Poseidon didn't know how much help that would be. His brothers could be anywhere. They could be in another country for all he knows. His brothers' absence put him on edge and he wasn't liking the feeling.

The meeting was going relatively well until a counselor mentioned Camp Jupiter. An idea sparked in his head and he wanted to slap himself for not thinking of it earlier.

"Chiron," he said, gaining all the attention. "If my brothers aren't here, there may be a chance they're at Camp Jupiter."

Chiron's brow furrowed, and he nodded. "Yes, there's always that."

"But what about the search parties?" Katie Gardner asked.

"That will be our top priority," Chiron said. "We'll gather teams and send out search parties."

"And if we find nothing? What then?" another counselor asked.

"Then we'll send a team to Camp Jupiter," Chiron agreed.

That statement made all the counselors immediately burst into a debate. The meeting officially ended a half hour after everyone was settled. Poseidon was given some ambrosia and was cleared to leave the infirmary. After dinner, Percy helped him to Cabin Three where he settled on one of the empty beds.

The cabin was quiet with just the two of them, but Poseidon didn't mind. The serenity made it easier to fall asleep and he gladly welcomed the bliss of unconsciousness.

By early morning after being awoken by Percy, the two of them made their way to the Big House where Will gave him more ambrosia to speed up his recovery. Shortly thereafter, Percy and him made their way to the dining pavilion for a quick breakfast before meeting with the counselors to discuss search parties.

After much debate, official search parties were established. There were two teams that consisted of voluntary demigods. One team would search the north woods while the other would search the borders. Poseidon was willing to volunteer, but with a warning from Will about his arm, he was excluded from the search.

While the search parties did their job, Poseidon was invited to play some pinochle with Chiron. They played a few rounds, but Poseidon didn't really have the mindset to play.

Chiron must have noticed this, and he frowned. "Something troubling you, my friend?"

"I don't know, Chiron," Poseidon sighed.

"You worried about your brothers?" Chiron guessed.

Poseidon almost wanted to laugh. Him worried about his brothers? Unlikely. But maybe he really was worried; if this constant edgy feeling was anything to go by.

"My brothers can handle themselves."

"I don't doubt that they could. It is not wrong to worry, you know."

Poseidon chose not to answer that. The two of them played another three rounds before being interrupted by the search parties returning. By that time, it was nearing the evening.

Unfortunately, the search was unsuccessful. The tired and exhausted demigods all piled at the dining pavilion for dinner. Percy told him about the search and how they didn't see anything except a few monsters here and there. As disappointing as that was, at least he knew his brothers weren't lost wandering aimlessly in the woods.

Poseidon was checked on by Will again and to his relief, his arm had healed perfectly and as a precaution, he should avoid any strenuous activities until he gained some strength back. With the sling removed, Poseidon felt like a whole new person.

By the time Percy and him returned to Cabin Three, Poseidon fell asleep quickly with thoughts of Camp Jupiter ahead of him.

Poseidon wasn't sure if taking two chariots all the way to Camp Jupiter was such a good idea. Each chariot could carry three people with a Pegasus hauling it. Of course, chariots weren't anything new to him and he didn't doubt that Pegasus' could make the whole trip. No, what worried him was that the chariots were to land directly in Camp Jupiter.

Poseidon knew Romans could be hostile when faced with a potential threat and considering his notorious reputation, he was sure he wouldn't be welcomed warmly. If at all.

The plan was to take a team of demigods to Camp Jupiter, request to speak to the Praetors, and explain the situation and search for his brothers. It was not a bad plan except that they would be landing directly in camp.

Poseidon gazed at the demigod team that would be making the journey. In the first chariot, there would be Percy and himself. In the second there would be Leo and Annabeth; she agreed to go with Leo to even out the numbers. Leo explained the only reason he wasn't taking his metal dragon was that it needed a new oil change or something like that. Will and Nico had opted to stay at Camp Half-Blood in case something happens while they're away.

By late afternoon, roughly three o'clock or so, the chariots were ready for travel and everyone was gathering last minute materials. Chiron and a few campers had come to see them off. Chiron approached him with a warm smile.

"May you find your brothers," he said.

Poseidon really hoped so.

After a few last-minute goodbyes, the four of them climbed into their chariots and set off for Camp Jupiter.