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Yes I started another one.
DON'T KILL ME PLEASE!
Sometimes it's not worth being the God of the Sea, Poseidon mused as he watched his brothers and sisters disagree with and fling insults at each other. Even though they were supposed to have another meeting about the Great Prophecy and whom it may be talking about, it turned into another shouting match when Ares got cocky and loudly explained how wonderful last night was with a drop-dead gorgeous goddess of beauty. As usual, Hephaestus ignored him. However, a certain mechanical spider had fell out of his pockets, crawled undetected toward the laughing war god, and climbed up his pants leg.
Needless to say, the girlish scream that followed was used for future blackmail and was the initiative for the current result.
Why am I the only few sane here? He mentally groaned, eyeing a certain thunderbolt thrown toward a certain Underworld Lord and pierced said lord's derrière.
"Are those guys ever gonna quit?! C'mon, even a brawl staring eight monkeys with seven bananas has more common sense than them!"
His lips twitched as he looked down at the cloaked female sitting at the edge of his armrest, legs folded beneath the fabric and arms crossed in agitation, her right pointer tapping her elbow. He lightly chuckled (which was not heard in the ruckus) and carefully placed his hand on top of her head. "You get used to it after some time," he mused to her.
She huffed, not even flinching as the hand began to lightly pet her head in a soothing gesture, although her body did began to loosen in relaxation, and focused on the situation once again. "So, how long do you think this is going to last?" She inquired.
THIRTY MINUTES Later
"Can we go now?" The girl finally said, clearly annoyed that the argument lasted this long.
He could feel the agitation rolling off her in waves and made the wise decision: "Yes." Then, eyeing his siblings, he coaxed the girl to sit on his outstretched palm before teleporting (man, did he love that power!) out of the chamber and landed outside at the pavilion. He lowered his hand to let the girl jump off before shrinking himself back into his human height.
Lightly shaking off the vertigo, he eyed the cloaked girl with a brow. "Why are you bothering to wear a cloak when everybody knows your name?"
She shrugged, the hood shadowing her face but he could clearly feel the smirk on it. "'Cuz it makes me look mysterious."
"'Mysterious.' Right." He deadpanned.
"Oh shut up," she huffed, gripping the hood of her cloak before removing it in one, quick move.
He shook his head at the dramatic action before looking back at the teen (said teen was dusting off her garment) and took a quick look at her. It's been years since they have last seen each other, yet she didn't age one bit since they day he found her. She was wearing (what she dubbed) her "Celestial Attire," which consisted of a one strap dress that somewhat covers her feet with a train that barely touched the ground sewn to the strap on both sides, golden ropes tied in a loose knot and to the side, and casual Greek sandals with a gold strap around her ankles and silver straps crisscrossing her feet and toes. She was also wearing bangles (silver on the left, gold on the right) that jingle softly and pleasantly along and a necklace she keeps hidden under her dress. A quick glance at her ears reveal three earrings on each ear, following a hoop-stud-hoop pattern respectively (silver-gold-silver in one ear, gold-silver-gold in the other). Her waist-length, turquoise-wavy hair was pulled into a somewhat high ponytail and held with a simple silver band with silver chains weaved into her hair, causing it to gleam in the torchlight with some loose strands moving with the light wind.
If it wasn't for her hair, she would have been mistaken for his offspring, as the resemblance to each other is uncanny: skin tanned from the sun, personality that is calm one moment and storming in another, and eyes filled with storm of emotions and history.
His eyes automatically gazed to a spot on her shoulder. However, he raised a brow. "You didn't cover it up?"
She blinked at him but then smirked, placing a hand on her hip. "I thought it was high time to stop running." Her answer did not reflect the thinly veiled fear in her eyes or the light shudder racking her body.
He sighed. She still has nightmares, huh?
"Anyway," she said lightly, shaking her head to clear away her thoughts before looking into the Sea God's eyes, "what did you call me for? And don't pull out any bullcrap about how you wanted to 'catch up' (she air quoted the word) with me."
Outwardly, he groaned. Inwardly, he smirked. Still has her spunk, I see. Good. "I called you to ask you about the debt."
Her eyes shot up before narrowing into a glare. "What do you want?" she inquired coldly.
"You don't have to put your guard up," he sighed. "All I want is to ask you a personal favor between friends."
"…" She crossed her arms and put weight on her right foot. "Okay~ I'm listenin'."
"Well, remember the Big Three Pact between me, Zeus, and Hades made around the World War I, right?" She nodded, tapping her foot impatiently. He braced himself. "Well…I broke it."
"…"
It was silent for a while.
Then the girl threw her head back and laughed. His body relaxed as heard the tinkling noise so similar to his own. No wonder why people feel comfortable around me, he thought, smiling as the girl hunched over and wrapped her arms around her, trying to contain her laughter. It's good to see her smile again.
Cheerfull, happy… and free.
She truly did take after me, he thought proudly, patiently waiting for her to stop. Before long, her laughs turned into giggles as she wiped the tears of mirth from her eyes and stood up straight to look into the God's eyes, lips twitching and threatening to break out into a smile.
"He he~," a giggle escaped. "I knew you couldn't last that long~! I had some doubts at the beginning. I mean, actually sticking to it was impressive for this long. But now!? HA HA HA~!" Her laughter finally sated, she raised a brow at him and crossed her arms again. "So let me guess: You're worried that some baddies are going to harm your offspring and its mother and you want moi to protect them from any harm with everything in my arsenal. That's correct, yes?"
Spot on, he thought, a sweatdrop behind his head as he coughed in his fist. "Yes it is. I hope-"
"-it's not too much trouble," she finished, beaming at him as he felt more sweatdrops behind his head. "No sweat, my friend. You know I love taking care of the little tykes." She then gave him a thumbs-up. "Just give me the address and I'll go from there."
He could barely contain the smile threatening to pop out as he gave her a slip and watched as she ran toward the entrance to the mortal realm, entered it, and disappeared behind the doors. Asking her was the best decision ever, second to Sally.
~P.O.V. Switch~
I said it was 'no sweat,' she thought, gazing around at the park while sitting on a random park bench she picked and shoving her hands into her favorite hoodie's pockets, but maybe I should have asked for a little more info.
After she left Poseidon, she had ventured off into Manhattan's street before arriving at the Jackson's resident. However, a few doorbell rings, peeks into windows, and taping onto the glass, it was confirmed that the Jacksons were not at home. Deciding her best bet was to recon, she went around the apartment building to ask the neighbors where they might be. Five hours of asking and snooping later, however, proved that her actions were futile as she did come even close as to what route they took. In exhaustion, she collapsed (dramatically) onto a random park bench as is currently now sprawled on it, out of ideas.
A quick look at the custom-made watch courtesy of Hephaestus, she was somewhat surprised that it was already 1 o'clock; five hours passed since eight A.M. Sighing, she leaned back threw the hood up, and closed her eyes. A little sleep won't hurt nobody…
TWO HOURS Later
She awoke to the feeling of something tugging her favorite black jeans. The sudden sensation caused her to jump a foot into the air (figuratively) and almost fall off the bench. Luckily, she flailed her arms to regain the balance before she was able to do said action in an EPIC FAIL. Situating herself (and congratulating herself at an excellent maneuver), she looked down and raised an eyebrow at the little baby playing with her shoelaces. He was wearing a green shirt with a dinosaur on it (she couldn't remember the name), jeans, and a pair of black crocs. He also had a head of black, unruly hair with slightly tanned skin and green eyes. Very familiar. Green. Eyes.
Holy crap, it's him! She mentally yelled, her hoodie shading her eyes and her mouth wide open in shock. The babe, bless its soul, just stared at her with a toothless grin and began to play with her shoelaces.
Shaking off the surprise, she stood up and picked the baby boy up. "Hey there baby~" she crooned, her voice already in her usual 'baby voice', "Where did you come from~?"
Of course, the little boy did not respond. He did-however-smile widely at her and tried to grab her black bangs, babbling in his baby language. She couldn't help but chuckle at the babe's antics. "You're so cute~!"
"Percy! There you are!"
She blinked and turned her body toward the voice of a worried mother, unintentionally ignoring the baby-now named Percy-grabbing her necklace and fiddling with it. She waited for the mother to get closer before she met her halfway. "Is this your baby, ma'am?"
"Oh yes!" She exclaimed, taking Percy and holding him protectively in her arms, as she looked at the teen with a grateful yet guarded look. "Thank you so much…"
"Beryl," she replied, flipping her hoodie back to reveal her turquoise hair being a beautiful onyx color. "And it was no problem at all. It seemed he took a fancy to my shoelaces," she smiled, watching as Percy started to nod off. "So his name is Percy?"
"Yes," the mother replied, situating her son in her arms before holding out a hand to the teen. "I'm Sally Jackson, and this is my son, Perseus Jackson."
The teen smiles as she shook hands with Sally. "Beryl. Beryl Zabat."
Sally raised an eyebrow. "Greek?"
"Yep!" the teen replied. "My ... parents had a fun time discovering the perfect name for me, especially since 'Zabat' is our family name, so..." she waved her hand in a gesture.
Sally giggled. "Well, I can't deny that. Before Percy was born, I racked my brain for any good names to give him, especially since..." she trailed off.
Beryl raised a brow. "Since what?"
Sally pursued her lips in thought before smiling brightly. "Oh, it's nothing! Just an old woman lost in her thoughts."
I think I know what she's thinking. Beryl hums in response. Guess it's time to get the ball rolling.
"Oh Sally, you're not old!" She waves with a laugh.
Sally smiles with a light blush. "Oh Beryl, you're too kind-"
"If you wanna talk about old people, you should mention the Fates!" She finishes off with a smile, ignoring Sally's pale face. "They're shriveled up like a grape that laid out in the sun for years, and have a habit of knitting socks that giants can wear. Moreover, they're not even stylish for crying out loud!"
By now, Sally's face was as white as a ghost, and looked like she wanted to bolt but didn't know if it would help. "A-ah..."
Beryl replaces her cheerful grin with a serene smile, letting a bit of her aura come out and soothe the worried mother before speaking. "Peace Sally Jackson, I am no threat." She then moves her arm between them, her palm faced up. A symbol appears above her palm: a green, hologram light with a spinning and gleaming pitchfork. Her eyes glittered in the color of her namesake.
"I am here... with Poseidon's consent."
I couldn't resist making another fanfic.
And this will crossover with two or three other fanfics I'm trying to plan out, so... it will be EPIC!
I WILL try to work on my other fanfics, but it will take time; I'm graduating on May 13th, and will start college on the last week of August. I'm also doing play practice on Mondays and will have to practice for ACT that's scheduled in April. Trying to get at least a 28 composite. XD
Wish me luck!