Chapter 3: Poseidon

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Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. Rick Riordan does but I do own the OCs.

Warning: Implied suicide and self harm (I guess)


Despite hearing the news from Hades, Poseidon was in denial. He went back to his palace in Atlantis feeling completely numb. A few minutes later, he was crying as the news sunk in.

His son was dead.

'What a pathetic excuse for a father,' he thought bitterly, 'You couldn't even help your son.'

(And now he was gone. Gone and he couldn't do anything about)

He mourned for weeks before Triton finally snapped at him.

"Get you head in the game Father! We're going to be vulnerable if you don't start focusing!" he had yelled.

Poseidon knew he was right and started to throw himself into his work. It helped a bit to numb the pain and sadness that came with Percy's death.

Eventually, he forced himself away from his work and went to visit Camp Half-Blood to tell her his condolences.

After he arrived, Annabeth walked over to him. Before he could say anything, she slapped him.

"How dare you! How dare you bury yourself in your work and forget about it! Sally was devastated and you didn't even go to see her!" Annabeth yelled.

Then, in a softer voice, she said, "Percy wouldn't want you to be like this."

And then she walked away, leaving Poseidon to hold his red cheek and staring numbly at her back.

'She's right,' he thought, 'Percy wouldn't want me to be like this.'

After that, he started to come more frequently. Annabeth eventually apologized for yelling and slapping him but Poseidon didn't mind. He needed that awakening.

He also went to visit Sally. They ended crying together and reminiscing about Percy's antics and quests.

As centuries past, the pain still didn't go away fully. It came back every time he thought of his son and every time he visited his grave. He didn't, however, hesitant to tell the story of Perseus Jackson to his future kids and he knew those stories would live on forever.


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