I don't know how many of these I'm going to do, but it's going to be a lot. Just letting you know.

Some will be short, and others will be a lot longer. They're really just long drabbles, I don't actually watch how many words there are.

But, enough of that. Onto the story...


Percy Jackson always had to fight.

Fight for his friends, his family, the world, and for his own life.

It was just normal demigod standards really, but being the son of Poseidon added extra pressure. It was like it was second job to save humanity whenever he had time.

Honestly though, he didn't complain. It wasn't in his nature to, and he'd learned to live with it. Sure, it was dangerous. Sure, his mother was always worried sick. Sure, his friends always faced death…

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He looked in his reflection in the water.

He didn't see much. A boy-a man almost- with raven black hair and green eyes like the sea. He didn't really a leader, or a powerful praetor. He didn't see someone who looked like they wielded a sword in their spare time. He really didn't see someone who'd saved the world countless times. All he saw was himself.

But whether he saw it or not, he was a hero. Perhaps one of the greatest. And he couldn't have gotten there if he didn't have to fight for it. It there was one thing he'd learned all those years, it was that you had to fight for what you believe in, for what you want.

He touched the water with his feet, before pulling himself up. The looked behind him, at the cabins he'd come to love so much. He looked back at the water before darting back to the action. Back to the fight.


R&R

As always,

~Donnatella-r