The ocean was mad. I mean furious. The water that looked black in the night was thrashing and churning. Waves were beating against the shore, and running all the way up the beach, stopping just in front of the line of houses. Rain poured down, causing the sea to become even more wild than it already was. Wind was sweeping off the ocean at speeds that threatened to knock the previously mentioned houses down.

One boy stood on that beach, in the middle of the mass chaos with his arms raised in the air. Sometimes the water would get so high as to submerge the boy, but he never moved from that spot. This event was taking place on the coast of California. The boy had his mouth open like he was screaming, but no sound was audible due to the noise the waves were making. Who is this boy? The Prince of the Sea. For weeks now the ocean had been obviously upset. For weeks now this boy had been upset. Up until now nothing this drastic had happened, because up until now the boy hadn't set foot in the sea.

Hours passed when finally the boy's arms lowered and his lips closed back together. He slumped onto his knees as the waves became gentle and the water stopped thrashing. The rain and wind ceased as if they were never there to begin with. The ocean was at rest. The boy was tired. He had unleashed his wrath through the sea. Now all he had left to do was cry, for he felt as if someone had torn him apart. Which, in a way, someone had.

As the strange boy sat, crying, on the beach, two figures appeared and ran to the boy. One was a girl with spiky black hair and electrifying blue eyes, maybe fifteen years of age. The other a boy, with shaggy black hair and endless black eyes, a year or two younger than the girl. They surveyed the beach and the boy, maybe seventeen or so, before them. He had black hair, a little shorter than the newcomer's, and dull green eyes that seemed to hold pain and misery beyond his years. If you looked close enough, though, you would be able to see that those same eyes had once been bright and shining. You would see that those eyes had once held unimaginable joy.

The girl layed a hand on the green-eyed boy's shoulder. For the first time he turned and saw the two teenagers standing behind him. For the first time they saw his tear-stained face and puffy red eyes. The boy with the black eyes gave a half-hearted smile and opened his mouth to speak, when the crying boy beat him to it.

"How did you guys find me?" his voice was hoarse.

The girl sat next to him, "Well, massive hurricane warnings on the west coast? I figured it had to be you, since the last time anyone saw you, you were diving into the ocean with a murderous look on your face. It was either you or your father. We were worried, Percy."

The boy, now known as Percy, nodded his head. "Well, thanks, I guess. For coming. At least I still have two friends."

"I love you like a brother, Perce, so it's only fair I tell you that the rest do indeed hate you." the other boy said.

"Nico," the girl hissed, "don't make it worse." Nico held his hands up in surrender.

"It's ok, Thalia." Percy said to the girl. "I didn't expect them to care." As Percy started thinking of what drove him away from his family and friends, the sky darkened and the ocean became violent once again.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down, Perce!" Nico cried. Percy's eyes shut for a second and when they opened, the sea was calm. Thalia and Nico sighed in relief. Even though Thalia would often gloat about how she was stronger than Percy, she knew-everyone knew- that there was nothing scarier than the wrath of the sea.

"Sorry..." Percy murmured. The other two pulled him into a hug. Even though technically they weren't related since gods don't have DNA, Percy loved being able to call them his cousins.

Nico pulled away from the group hug, "If you want, I'll go kill him for you, Percy."

"Yeah," Thalia said. "and I'll kill her."

"No, guys. There will be no killing."

"But they almost killed you!" Nico protested.

Percy smiled. "Keyword: almost. Trust me, they will get what the deserve. The Fates made sure of it, but killing them is not an option. We are not murderers."

His cousins laughed. "Ok, but the gods must also be punished. I don't care if we are their children, we have to punish them. They don't believe we are strong, but we will prove them wrong." Thalia said. Nico and Percy nodded in agreement.

They put their hands together, and on that beach in California, the children of the Big Three made a vow. A vow to destroy the gods and the demigods who had betrayed them. A vow to get their revenge. That was the day their lives changed for better or for worse. The day they became more powerful than they ever thought possible. The day they flung their joined hands in the air and shouted,

"We are the real Big Three!"

The day they let go of the good memories and never looked back.