Kicked Out of Atlantis

Annabeth fell asleep in my arms and she was so peaceful I couldn't let her go. Instead, I rested her on my bed, which was big enough so that I could be on one end and her on the other. One problem was when I went to pull my arms away, Annabeth tugged me back.

Her words were swirling in my head. She said she loved me. I rested by her side and observed her closely. Her hair smelled of ocean water from the battle with the Kraken. Her lips were pressed together but she seemed relaxed in my arms. She was cold and I pulled a blanket over her to keep her warm.

My head was on the pillow with hers. She curved gently into my body. Her hair was back in its ponytail. I know I had liked it down but that wasn't Annabeth and wasn't the real beauty. She could wear her hair in any way she liked and I wouldn't care about it. I shut my eyes and let Annabeth's comfort surround me. I had my arm draped over her waist and was holding her hand. Before I shut my eyes, I couldn't deny the slight smile that had formed on her face.

Luke/Kronos sat on a golden throne while a hooded figure kneeled in front of him. "I'm getting impatient," yelled Kronos, "I need the boy in my hands by the time he is sixteen." Luke's form was the shape Kronos had no choice but to take.

Luke smiled and I noticed how he seemed to have a dark glow around him. He was dressed in a black cloak and there was a smiling fighting to give though on his face. "What are you doing now?" I stood in the corner of a dungeon like room.

There were skeletons hanging on the wall but they were moaning and groaning as if they were still alive. This was on the wall to my right. On the left was a lot of weapons that were odd swords and other weapons. The hooded figure was kneeling in the center as Luke sat in the farthest wall from me in his golden throne.

"We're waiting for an easy, safe way into the camp without them knowing." The hooded figure had a strange, familiar voice that was feminine. I paid no attention to her now as one of the skeletons began cackling.

"We've a guest Master! We've got a Poseidon son! Shall we warn him of his father's palace." Kronos stared at the corner where the skeleton was pointing. Luke was the one smiling though because it was, after all, his face.

"Goodbye, Percy, tell your father I'll be seeing him soon."

The scene changed and I was back in the throne room. All the lights were off and now it was pitch black except for the bright glow of the Trident. It illuminated my father's face on the throne. I felt the movement of another creature in the room but I couldn't see what.

"The power is dying," Poseidon whispered, "The Trident is starting to not listen to me anymore. I fear that we are in more danger than I expected." I watched as he bowed his head in shame and stared at his own hands.

"I fear, master, that it's the Daughter of Athena. You shouldn't have given that challenge and let her prove you wrong. You should've kicked her out and the Trident would not be like this," the voice was a slippery hiss and in another language, very old Greek but I seemed to understand every word.

Poseidon shook his head, "But Percy trusts her completely and she is a hero." My father had finally realized that Annabeth was someone beyond her mother's blood. The voice in the darkness had to say otherwise.

"I'm not sure Poseidon. The son of Hermes was once a hero too remember and now, he is the vesicle of Kronos." Poseidon agreed to that and nodded his head. "Plus, she might not be such a innocent girl for she sleeps now in the wing of your children in a bed with one of your sons, your favorite, might I had."

Poseidon jerked his head up and I could see he was furious. "My son would never dishonor me like that! How dare you do such a thing, get out!"

The voice was nervous as it screamed, "I will leave as you wish my lord but just cheek now with the naiads. They must have seen her walk into his room." I hoped with all my might that Annabeth had used her invisibility cap but then I realized, she didn't have it one her when she came in.

I watched Poseidon whisper to a naiad and I felt the presence of the voice leave. The conversation was lit up the dying light of the Trident which faded every few seconds between almost completely dark to completely lit.

My father suddenly screamed my name and I woke up.

"Percy!" I opened my eyes as the walls of my room shook. Annabeth woke up and so scared, she turned to face me. Her arms wrapped around my waist and she pressed against me lightly to hide herself as if that would make her invisible. The lights in my room were on indicating that it was day now in Atlantis.

"Percy," Annabeth hissed, "How could you let me fall asleep? I'm not allowed here!" There was still a hint of a smile on her face. She hid her face up against my neck and I twirled my finger around the end of her ponytail. "Stop!" Then, she was pushing herself out of the bed and making her way towards the door.

When it opened up, Poseidon stood there and was glaring down at there. Annabeth backed up towards me as I stood up off my bed. He stared at me, "Son, how dare you be so inappropriate." I wanted to point out that nothing had happened. That Annabeth and I had simply fallen asleep while talking. That wasn't the lie so he wouldn't be able to tell that it wasn't completely the truth.

"I accepted you into the palace, Annabeth, daughter of Athena but believe it's best that you leave. Go tell Tyson and the goat what is going on. I need to talk to my son." Annabeth nodded her head, bowed, and then ran out the room. She gave me one last look before she headed down the hall.

Poseidon shut the door and then glared at me. "Percy, I'm sorry that I have to do this, kick you out of Atlantis but I fear that it's no longer safe." He watched I recalled my dream about Kronos. He nodded his head, "I understand you have your dreams that warn you. I am well aware that my palace isn't secure. In fact, the enemy is the one who pointed you out to me."

"Father, you knew that the voice was your enemy?" He nodded his head and I stared up at him slightly confused. Then it hit me, "Keep your friends close…keep your enemies closer. You thought it best to have Kronos's spy in Atlantis as long as you knew about it. The Trident was getting worse before Annabeth came so you never believed it."

Poseidon shook his head, "We've been constantly attacked. I need you all to leave. And a warning son," he placed a hand on my shoulder and I stared up at him, "Be careful about Annabeth." I was about to protest that she wasn't a traitor, "I mean that Kronos will stop at nothing to get to you. Annabeth is someone you care about and he will hurt her if you don't protect her."

"She'll never leave my side," I felt as if I was talking not to my dad but Annabeth's dad. But Poseidon smiled at me and nodded his head as if he understood.

"She's a smart girl, she keeps you in line. I watched you two after I spoke with you. Percy," he gave a small laugh, "You need her." I wouldn't argue with the Sea God on that one. "But I have to continue with this charade that I am banishing you. You must take the ocean escape. I will permit you to live but I can't guarantee where you will land." He smiled, "Goodbye son. Remember, you've got two worlds to save. And if that isn't enough, a girl who you love." I blushed a bit. I hadn't even admitted it to Annabeth but Poseidon read me like a book. Must've been fatherly instincts acting up.

Poseidon yelled and "cursed" the four of us. We had all of our stuff and we were dropped into the ocean through the same entrance that Annabeth used to fight the Kraken. A deep tidal waved pulled us through and up towards the surface. I held onto Tyson and Annabeth's hand. While Grover held their other hands so we formed a circle and stayed together. Something hit us though and we broke apart. The only one I had held on to was Annabeth.

Annabeth squeezed my hand and I stared at her. She was running out of breath. I pulled her towards me against the force of the water and pressed my lips against her. I blew oxygen into her mouth and her lungs accepted it. Being able to breathe underwater comes in hand sometimes. Our heads broke the surface and we didn't break apart for a second. Then, she had to take a deep breath as we were pulled back under.

I held on to her hand until our bodies hit sand. I took in oxygen gratefully. Even though I didn't need it, breathing in air was much more relaxing and enjoyable. I released Annabeth's hand and sat up. She was coughing and panting beside me. I heard footsteps and I stood up instantly pulling out Riptide. "Get behind me," I ordered Annabeth as she stood up. She didn't listen to me as a tall figure stepped out from the bushes at the edge of the beach. Riptide fell on the ground and returned to my pocket.

"Percy?" Then, I was wrapped up in the arms of an old- how should I put it- aquintance?