Poseidon's POV
There was something, almost fragile about my daughter Percie. Now I know what you're thinking, the first word that comes to mind when you here Percie is heroine, savior and occasionally awesome. But sometimes when she thinks that no one is watching, it's almost like the light leaves her eyes and leaves something broken behind. I wasn't there for my little girl when she was growing up but now I want to be there for her . My little princess had been the child of the prophecy even if she had been a few years too young. Thalia, Zeus' daughter had fallen before she had even reached battle so as the closet child of the Big Three the responsibility had fallen on her. Fortunately the Fates had let it slide and they actually said that they honestly liked her. Yeah, Olympus was just like WTF for a few weeks, the Fate's just don't like anyone period. Anyway I'm so proud of my baby girl. Which other father can say that there daughter is the heroine of Olympus. But does she even see me as her father. I have not even once ever treated her as father should treat their child. I did see her but I was in military mode and she probably say me as standoffish. I promise that from now on I'll be the best dad I can. And besides Triton has been begging me to meet his new sibling.
I decided to go and spend some time with Percie and get to know her. Since it was the beginning of summer I flashed to my cabin at Camp Half- Blood. My cabin was surprisingly dark and the air in it was musty and had a depressing ting to it. The glowing abalone like walls cast a furtherly eerily look upon my cabin. If I didn't know better I would think that I was in the Hades cabin. I looked at the six bunks and noticed a small, Percie shaped lump on the bottom bunk of one of the bunks. From where I was standing I could hear her labored breathing and quiet whimpers. I went over to her and sat next to her and tried to pull her close to me. I say try because the moment I touched her she flinched and started whimpering louder. I had absolutely no clue as to what to do to calm her down. I've never had to take care of children except Triton, but that was a couple millennia ago. By the time I usually met my children they were already in their late teens and wanted to impress me rather than be family. I summoned a chair and sat on it as I thought of what to do. I really didn't want to wake her as it looked like she really needed the sleep as evidenced by the black bags under her alarmingly pale skin. I decided to sing a Greek lullaby that was popular several centuries ago.
Νάνι νάνι το παιδί μου.
Έλα Ύπνε ύπνωσέ το
και γλυκά ποκοίμησέ το.
Έλα ύπνε πό τ αμπέλια,
πάρ το παιδί μου από τα χέρια.
Πάρ το σύρ το στα μαντράκια,
να κοιμάται σαν τ αρνάκια,
να κοιμάται σαν τ αρνάκια,
να ξυπνά σαν τα κατσικάκια.
Thankfully it worked as she quieted down and clutched a ratty, dolphin teddy to her chest. I cast a spell on the room to tell me when my princess wakes up. I prepared to flash back to Atlantis, but not before taking one last look at my princess.
The moment I arrived I was subjected to Triton' many, many questions as to what Percie had been like. I really wished that I had better news to report, but all I can think is that whatever is wrong with Percie is probably my fault.
Third Person's Pov
Poseidon looked stressed, depressed and the self hate was practically radiating from him.
"It's Percie," Poseidon sighed. "I fear that something is amiss with her. It could just be that I'm being a little overprotective of her. People don't randomly flinch in their sleep for no reason. I can remember that when Apollo was healing Percie after the fight with my father he told me that he suspected that Percie had an off childhood. He hadn't been able to divulge anything else to me because he said that he wanted to do a bit more investigation before he revealed anything to me."
"Dad what about we contact her mother and have her tell us more about Percie's childhood?" Triton suggested.
Poseidon merely smiled at his son's thoughtfulness and grabbed his shoulder to teleport them to New York. The two green eyed men arrived in front of a crappy apartment in one New York's shadier areas. With a grim face Poseidon grabbed the rusty door handle and opened the door to reveal a heart wrenching scene. It was a small apartment with broken bottles and the stench of blood everywhere.
"Dad are you sure that this is the right apartment?" Triton questioned. "It seems rather unfit for human habitation."
"This is the place that Percie has given as her address," Poseidon answered. "But it seemed rather strange that Samantha would allow she and her child to live in these surroundings. Not to mention that this place reeks and I can barely make out Percie's aura here."
The apartment wasn't much to look at, it was merely a cramped area with four and a half tiny rooms.
There was a small kitchenette with nothing but moldy food in the fridge, an overflowing garbage can and a sink piled high with dirty dishes. The only thing that was remotely edible was the rows and rows of liquor and alcohol which was obviously unsafe for a child of Percie's age to consume.
Next up we have the largest room, which was still relatively small, the living room. It gave the definition bachelor pad gone wrong a whole new meaning. Shattered glass littered the bloodstained, once white carpet. Stacks of pizza boxes where piled as high as Poseidon's waist and there were a few littered packs of empty cigarette packs. In the corner sat a box containing various editions of the Playboy Magazine and porn. The broken couch was stained with various unidentifiable foods and other body fluids.
Perhaps the the bedroom will feature evidence that the human being living here had least a decent sense of manners. But alas it was not so. The bedroom was sparsely furnished containing naught but a metal bed, a small, brown side table and a closet that was far more furnished. It pains me to do this but I must now describe to the gruesome items that lay inside. There were rows and rows of different torture tools and sex toys. There were whips, knives, small bottles of poison and thick heavy looking collars attached to even thicker silver chains. I'm afraid that I cannot describe the toys that this vile human being owned but I am underage and under experienced to be educated in the art of such manner.
The bathroom was probably the cleanest in the cramped apartment. The once porcelain white toilet, sink and bathtub had darkened with age and colour, whilst a few spiders scurried over the various nooks and cranies.
And lastly we have the sad little closet which was where our favourite, little demigoddess slept. In the corner rested a pile of t-shirts which had been sewn together to resemble a blanket. Blood rested on the walls and floor and obscene places such as the ceiling. There was not much more to it as Percie had packed and hauled all she owned to CHB for the duration of the summer.
Anyway back to our King and Prince.
"This place is disgusting Father," Triton sneered taking in the filthy surroundings. "It is not fit for a rat to live far less for our little princess."
"We need to speak to Percie. I'm unsure as to if this is Percie's address." Poseidon paused for a moment before continuing. "Let's go to Camp Half Blood, Percie has awoken."
Poseidon grabbed the shoulder of his eldest son and flashed away.
Percie's POV
I... I m-miss Mommy. I miss her! I don't wanna live without her. She was my only real friend. Maybe... Maybe I should take Cousin Artemis' offer on joining the hunt. I don't want to be alone anymore. I wish that there was someone I could talk to. I thought Annabeth was my friend but she's been avoiding me since summer started. Maybe i could take to Thalia but she's with the hunt in San Francisco. I wish that I could talk to Lord Poseidon but I'm afraid to talk to him. Can you really blame me? The first person that I called Dad beat me black and purple. I... I just don't want it to happen again, I don't want to get hurt again, or at least until summer is over. Everyone else at CHB is either afraid of me or won't take me seriously. I've... I've never felt more alone surrounded by so many people.
I saw a speck of brightness appear in my room and begin getting brighter, out of instinct I screwed my eyes shut and hugged Donna the dolphin close to my chest.
Third Person's POV
Percie lay curled in a right little ball on the bed shying away from the source of the bright light. The bright light diminished until it left two males standing there.
"Percie?" Poseidon asked turning to the quivering girl on the bed. "Are you okay?"
"Y-y-y-e-e-s." She stuttered slightly terrified of the two males in from of her.
"You don't sound okay little sister," Triton stated.
"You- you don't hate me?" Percie asked a childish lisp adorning her voice.
"Yeah I'm sorry about that. I never meant to be so mean to you when you came to Atlantis but I was just stressed and took it out on you." Triton apologized. "And of course you're my little sister, I may not show it but we're family."
"Really? You'd let me into your family just like that?" Percie questioned a hint of doubt colouring her voice. "Am I good enough? Wouldn't i just mess everything up?
"Percie you became a part of the family the moment you where born. You are more than good enough and i can't possibly see how you being with us can do anything more than make us happy." Poseidon said soothingly to the confused, wide eyed demigoddess. "You are welcome to visit Atlantis anytime at all."
"Wh- What if i want to join the hunt? Percie inquired her bottom lip quivering. " Would you still love me?"
"I would love if you joined the hunt. I know that Artemis will take good care of you. I might not know much about the inner workings of the hunt but i know that they protect their own. And Percie no matter what you do i will always love you." Poseidon smiled as he grabbed Triton and misted away.
"Maybe i can have a family again." Percie whispered her large sea green eyes hopeful.
The little demigoddess got up from the bed letting the blanket fall away to reveal her scared, underfed body. Percie kissed the little dolphin, her best friend for years before going to bathe in the pristine white bathroom so unlike the one at her home. She dressed in her customary oversized CHB t- shirt and baggy yoga pants that hid her lithe body.
The door of cabin three opened to reveal a certain black haired, green eyed little demigoddess. Percie walked to the dining pavilion ignoring the looks of awe from the younger campers and doubt from the older ones. She ate a quick breakfast of a small pate of bacon and eggs and then left to look for Annabeth.
Third Person's Pov
Annabeth was just finishing the plans for one of her mother's new temples when she saw Percie coming over to her. A look of disgust flitted across the blonde's face she schooled her features into a blank mask.
"Annabeth are you mad at me?" Percie asked softly.
"Look Percie i don't want to hurt your feelings or anything but i rather if you didn't talk to me. I'm the new architect of Olympus and it wold look bad for my image if i was seen associating with such a lesser minded individual. And since you can't understand let me put it in simple for your dumb mind to understand. I'm smart and your're not so we can't be friends any longer." Annabeth announced brutally stomping on Percie's fragile emotional health.
Percie nodded her eyes filled with tears as she retreated to the Poseidon cabin. The other campers immediately rounded on Annabeth upset by her actions. They might not always take her seriously but everyone could see how Percie had looked up to the older girl and to have been shut down so harshly had to have hurt the raven headed demigod.
In The Poseidon Cabin
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