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Sally was lost; she had no other words to describe how she felt. Her only son, her pride and joy, was gone – stuck at some camp with no memory of his life. She felt so alone despite having Paul there to support her it just wasn't the same.

She missed Percy's cheeky smiles, his sarcastic comments and his caring side. She missed all of Percy and she was so scared she wasn't going to get him back. He was strong – she knew that – stronger than most people but she feared this quest would be too much for him. After all there is only so much a person can take before they break under all the pressure.

I had prayed after the war ended Percy would get some resemblance of a normal life – how stupid I was. My son was a demigod, a powerful one; life would never be easy for him. He was a magnet for trouble and with his ADHD and dyslexia that just added to his troubles.

Sally cried when Annabeth had IM'd her and told her the news. Paul had held her and told her everything was going to be okay but deep down inside her, she knew it wasn't going to be because her son was gone. Vanished without a trace.

She was grief-stricken over the turn of events. Why did everything happen to Percy? Why couldn't the fates decide he earned a bit of time off? It just wasn't fair. She watched as her little boy grew up to fast in a short space of time – forced to bear the responsibility of the world on his shoulders, shoulders that weren't ready to bare the weight.

She watched, helpless, as he came home with injuries or tales of f=his friends falling in battle and it broke her heart to see him so… defeated. Eyes that once help such innocence turned into eyes that had seen too much, eyes that held grief.

Ever since he was born sally knew the truth was inevitable, she knew he couldn't live a normal life and it killed her to know that. When Poseidon said he was destined to have a hero's fate she vowed to herself she wouldn't let that happen.

Her boy was alone in the enemy territory, once again part of a prophecy that there was no escaping. Sally was hardly ever violent – except turning Gabe to stone but that's a completely different matter – but for the first time in her life she felt pure, red hot anger at a certain goddess.

Sally knew it was bad to dis the gods but she was hurting and she didn't care. She cussed the goddess and made threats to her before breaking down into uncontrollable sobs. She had tried to protect Percy but it didn't work. Her baby was gone, somewhere where she couldn't protect him, somewhere where he was beyond even the God's help.

Hera had better look out because mortal or not, Sally was mad. She wouldn't rest until Percy was here, with her, wrapped up from the cold nursing a mug of hot chocolate – that was something sally could do, she could make perky comfortable and just be there for him.

After all, that's what mothers are for aren't they?

YAY… sally is done! Reviews?