A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed the last chapter. Thanks to anyone who reviewed, or even thought of reviewing! Special thanks to everyone who took the time to read it. Please keep reviewing! Flames are accepted, an opinion is always read. But I would hope they're all constructive!

It might have not been very clear in the last chapter, but this story will shift between two POVs: Kella's and Percy's.

Same copy rights as before.

And so the journey continues.


Kella sat on the edge of the bed, gripping it as she tried to come to term with the reality. There were a couple things she was sure of.

1. She was at Camp Half-Blood.
2. She had been chased by a Minotaur there.
3. She had no recollection of how she came to the forest that led her to camp.
4. She had been somewhere dark.
5. She had no recollection of where or why or how she got into the darkness.
6. The last time she could remember was being called to lead an attack.

She needed to find Chiron or Dionysus and get some answers.

Besides those seven things, Kella wasn't sure of anything else in this new reality. With her head hurting, and a balance problem, she forced herself out of the bed and towards the door. "I have to get to the ocean," she decided a loud.

The infirmary wasn't in the same place she remembered it to be, but she managed to find the door easy enough. Pausing, she prepared to see the camp now, not as it had been. And with a pull of the door handle, she stepped out on the infirmary porch.

The sun was bright and Kella knew it was midday. It hurt her eyes but she let them adjust as she looked at the scene in front of her. Campers in orange shirts were roaming the camp. Some had weapons in their hands, others had different equipment. She could hear talking everywhere, the clashing of swords and the sound of arrows hitting targets.

And for a moment, she felt at home. But she knew it would change soon enough. She would stick out as soon as she got of the porch and headed towards the little beach. For now, it would just be her appearance: ripped blue jeans and a dark blue long-sleeve. And she had no doubt that her overly long black hair was a tangled mess, and that would bound to track the attention of Aphrodite's children.

"You're not supposed to be out of bed," a voice said at her side and she turned, unsurprised to see the famous Percy Jackson standing there. And Kella couldn't help but smile at him. He did look like his dad after all; those eyes so much like the sea.

"There are a lot of things I shouldn't be doing. And being here is one of them," Kella told him. "You know me, don't you Percy Jackson?"

"Maybe," Percy said, looking at her inquiringly. "You just remind me of someone I've seen before."

"Come to the beach with me Percy," Kella said, smiling. She decided to tell him, because he deserved to know. "I'll answer all of your questions."

"How do you know I have any? Or I want them answered? Maybe I'm content the way I am?" Percy said.

"Your dad's Poseidon, god of the sea," Kella told him. "Like the sea, you can't always be content. And, you have seen me before."

"How did you…when?" Percy asked, curiously. Kella just turned, and headed off the porch.

"Come to the beach if you want to find out."


Percy ended up following her to the beach. He wondered how she wasn't hot in the long sleeve shirt. Actually, Percy was wondering a lot of things about her. Like how she knew where the beach was if she'd never been there.

He found her on the sand, sitting with her knees up, glancing at the ocean. Her eyes were closed, but he could see the happiness on her face as the ocean's wind blew her hair back. She must do it a lot, which would account for her bronze skin.

"Are you going to stand there staring?" she asked, her eyes still closed. Amused, Percy walked over, his feet sinking into the sand with each step.

"How do you do that?" he asked, sitting next to her in the same position. They were close to the ocean, but far enough that the tide wasn't lapping at their feet.

"I guessed," Kella told him as she opened her eyes and turned to face him. Sitting this close to her, he was able to see things he hadn't before. Like how clear and light her eyes were. And the way light freckles, almost invisible, crossed her nose and cheeks.

"How's the head?" he asked, nodding the bandage wrapped around.

"It's fine. Hurts less. Nathan said it wasn't deep, and it's not infected." Kella said. They sat silently for a moment, just listening to the sound of the ocean's waves crash against the beach and rocks. Unable to sit still for long, Percy dug his fingers in the sand.

"So?" he finally asked. Kella laughed.

"I wondered how long you'd be able to sit still," she told him, her eyes never leaving the ocean. Percy could see a longing look on her face. "I'm going to tell you a story Percy Jackson. And once I'm done, we'll see what questions you have left. And don't interrupt till the end. Deal?"

Percy looked at her for a time, and sighed. "Deal."


"Back when the gods ruled from Mount Olympus, and a hero's tale was known through the prospering land of Greece, there was a land called Thria. The kingdom whose castle was located on the on sea, and its city's harbors thrived with trade and its people excellent seamen.

And a great King ruled Thria. He was respected by his people, for his strong will and desire to keep the land prospering. This did not mean he was perfect, for he had an infamous temper. But more importantly, he was father to nine children. Four princes and five princesses; the youngest of the nine was a princess named Kellan. But unknown to all, except maybe her mother, this daughter was a demigod. Back then, it was harder to tell because pedicure meant much more than it does these days. Back then, a half-blood could only be conceived if a women slept with both a god and then a mortal of royal blood. Meaning that Kellan was both the daughter of the King and Poseidon.

Being the youngest of nine, Kellan's life wasn't as groomed or as closely watched as the rest of her siblings. Unless requested, she would never be married as a token of peace and alliance. No, Kellan's path was to be trained as a priestess. Though the city's patron was Lady Artemis, the city also had a temple near the castle for Poseidon. She chose to be the priestess of Poseidon's temple, unknowing of her heritage.

But even as a young child, Kellan wanted more of her life. She was passionate about her country and her people. She was proud to be a princess of not only Thria, but of Greece. She always thought the Grecian empire would prosper, and that the Greeks would live forever. She wanted to help them live forever. Kellan was never content with letting her brothers fight for their honor and land. She wanted to protect all she loved as well.

So Kellan did what very few saw as befitting of a princess. She learned to fight, without the knowledge of her parents. She learned from the stable hands and merchants who she trusted to keep her secret. She learned from watching her brothers' learn and practiced at night. She learned from the priestesses of Artemis who were taught to defend the temple. And she learned from the books she read at candle light.

And, like you can relate to Percy, her world changed in a single day. Barely seventeen and days away from making her vows as a priestess, Thria was attacked by pirates and bandits. She was in the market when they flooded the city, rampaging and destroying everything in their path.

Grabbing her skirt, she shouted to her people to run for the mountains, away from them. She shouted to the men to grab arms and defend their honor against those who dared invade. Kellan herself climbed on her horse and charged towards the castle. Her mind was set on finding her sisters and getting them to the statue of Poseidon, where they would be safe from harm. And to get to the temple before it was plumaged by the pirates.

Once on the way, she was stopped for a Thrian man who stood angrily on the road, his face already blooded. She handed him the sword and shield on her horse "Bring honor to yourself and your family," she told him and kept riding.

Later, she stopped again to give her horse to a man and a crying child. "Take him," she said "For your son is the future of Greece and it would make you honorable to protect him."

She stopped a third time for an old man, whose fighting spirit still roared within him. "Head to the temple of Poseidon," she told him, knowing he would be safer there than on the street. "Protect it and the people at his feet."

By the time Kellan made it into the castle, the pirates were already pillaging it. She found her second eldest brother, who had been visiting with his wife, dead at the entrance. Closing his eyes, she said a prayer over him and took his sword.

She ran down the halls she'd played in as a child, heading to the room where she knew her sisters' would be. She didn't count the bodies on the floor; she would properly pay them homage later.

There were loud screams at the end of the hall, where her sister aught to have been. When she burst through the doors into the chamber, she found her two sisters crying in a corner, too frightened to move. A man with a sword was on the ground, and Kellan realized he was in the middle of raping her brother's wife. She lay unmoving under him, and Kellan knew she was dead. Filled with furor and vengeance, she yelled and attacked the man, killing him with a single swing of her brother's sword.

In a sort of daze, she took the sword out of the man's back and headed to her sisters, who cowered from her. "Come," she said, holding out her hand. "Poseidon's temple lays unprotected, except for a man I sent. I came for you my sisters, to be safe at our god's feet." She didn't know where her parents were, or which brothers were still alive. She just had to get her sisters' out of there.

The younger of those two, Melaine, took her hand and grabbed her other sister's hand as well. Kellan led them out of the chamber and to the temple through servant ways. Once there, she sent them to the statue of Poseidon, where they were to cling to his feet until she or someone of the family came for them.

The pirates filled in soon after and Kellan surprised them at first with their sword. But there were more of them, and she wasn't properly trained. They had her backed up to an opening that led to the ocean; she was surrounded but not afraid. Kellan was ready to die protecting the temple meant to be her charge. She had done what she could to protect the people of the city, and her own family she had started to avenge. To die there, with her brother's sword in handle, would be honorable.

But the most peculiar thing happened then. A white sea gull landed beside her. She stared at it, and it at her, before squawking and flying away. The waves of the sea splashed violently against the rocks, spraying her back with its water. The sounds grew bigger and as the men took their steps towards her, she took steps back, towards the calling of the sea.

A prayer came to her, one about protection during a fight, which she said as she let herself fall into the sea."

Kella paused the story there, her eyes have never left the ocean view. Percy, who was enthralled in the story, noticed the way her eyes seemed to water, as if recollecting a memory. The tide was coming it, tickling their toes.

"She woke up on a small beach such as this one," Kella continued. "With a man standing with his back toward her, looking out at the sea. She sat up slowly, noticing how she wasn't wet or hurt.

"Kellan of Thria, daughter of Alexias," he said to her and turned. Kellan couldn't believe it when she saw him and scrambled onto her knees, head down.

"My lord Poseidon," she said bravely. Few ever saw the gods in their human form, but it did not mean they never appeared.

"Stand my child," he said in a kind tone. Slowly she did as she was told, for it was rude to disobey an elder, much less a god. He lifted her chin to see her. "Do you know who your father is?"

"King Alexias of Thria, my lord," she told him.

"Both true and untrue. Your mother was a beautiful human, her care for not only her people but her horses was exceptionally attractive." Kellan looked at him, understanding over coming her too quickly for her to truly understand what was happening. "Tell me Kellan of Thria, why did you stop for those people? Your duty was to my temple, was it not?"

"Yes my Lord," she said. "But it is also to the people. That man had a right to defend his honor, for Thria is home. The father had to protect his son, for one day that boy could be a hero of Greece. That elder had a right to protect his home as well, and the temple was a safe place for him to keep his honor to defend."

"And why do you fight Kellan? Why did you not go to my statue like your sisters and pray for mercy?"

"Because this is my home as well my Lord. Because your temple is my charge and I shall protect it as I protect my family. All I want is for you and the people to live on my Lord. I do not care what happens to me."

And Poseidon stood at her side for a while, as they both contemplated very different things. "You are my daughter," he finally said to her. "Would you fight in my name?"

"Of course, I would fight in my father's name."

"Would you die for me?"

"Every time. For I believe it is honorable to die for what you love."

"Would you accept the immortality to do so?"

Kellan knew what she was being asked that day. Immortality was a gift only the gods bestowed on the worthy. She knew it would mean fighting for him, being a warrior, a huntress, a soldier, not a minor god that came with glory.

But she took it. Because she believed that her people would rule the world forever." Kella stopped speaking and turned towards Percy. The tide was now high enough that it swept away the sand around them, but neither moved.

"You met her Percy, when you were twelve. She watched amongst a small group of smaller gods as you passed through Olympus with Zeus' master lightning bolt in your hands. You should hear the way Poseidon talks about you, his favorite son."

Percy looked at her surprised, digesting it all in. He noticed how much the sun seemed to reflect of her now, the way her skin seemed more darker somehow. And he remembered what she'd said the first time they meet. Water. She'd wanted the water.

"The story," he said slowly. "It's about you, isn't it? That's why you said that's what they call you these days. Why you already knew about everything. That's why you said you'd never been in that infirmary. It's changed during the years. You're a daughter of Poseidon."

The tide was starting to come in, and Percy could feel the cool water against his skin. He didn't even mind that he was getting wet, because there was always something energizing and refreshing about the sea water.

"A warrior of Poseidon," Kella told him.

"So I guess Kella is short for…" But Percy didn't finish the sentence at the sound of sand crunching behind them, making them both turn.

"Kellan."