Percy woke up in his bed, the events of yesterday coming back to him. He saw Poseidon standing over him looking worried. Percy cleared his throat, rubbing his eyes and speaking,
"Dad?"
"Yes, Percy?"
"Who was that guy?"
"Oceanus."
"You mean like, the titan who used to rule the seas before you?"
"Yes."
"Oh. I feel a little better." Percy had noticed his throat didnt hurt that much and his body wasnt as sore.
"You do?"
"Yeah."
Stupid Poseidon. He could have just given Oceanus the throne and wouldnt have had his son hurt like that. Oceanus didn't care about the little brat, he hated Poseidon and anyone with any connection to him.
Oceanus' eyes widened as he realized that Percy's sickness must have let up. He had given Percy it, hoping it would let Poseidon's guard down, but it hadn't worked.
Well, Oceanus thought, he would have to get the ocean a different way.