Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson, or any of the characters, except for my OC Rhea Jackson

Nala RAK King: I'm more than happy to hear your opinion, glad that you like the story. Regarding other OC stories, I'm afraid that fem! Percy OC's are rather rare, try Eyes of the Hurricane... closest I know... Go with the Flow is a fem! Percy Oc story based on mine, so you can also have a look at that, otherwise I haven't found any either... Son of the Sea God... Ocean's Wings and The Light Before we Land are either fem!Perc or good relationship... I could add a Poseidon POV where he goes to either the winter or summer solice council and see how that goes ;)

GiuliaZe: Queen sound about right... The sequel would be called 'The Queen of the Sea' ... fitting right?

JjEldred: I think it doesn't make sense either, that's why in this story I made it so that Gabe's scent would only protect Sally even though she thought differently, because I agree with you!

Previous chapter:

''Thank you for being born. Officially I am neutral as my favorite daughter married the new Lord of the Seas,'' he spat my father's title out, like it was poison to his tongue, ''so unfortunately I can't kill you or hurt you too badly, but I still think we are going to have a lot of fun during the next few day. I don't want my beloved nephew to become too happy, do I? So what do you think, Rhea?''

He caressed my bruised? fractured? broken? wrist gently with his finger tips and with a savage snarl he just grabbed and there was an ugly crunch, and I screamed along with his laughter.

''Let's begin, grand-niece, shall we?''

Warning: adultish themes

Chapter 14 - The sins of the past

When I was still small, barely a toddler and was still somehow coming to terms with what my new life entailed, I never once came close to imagining what my life would be like. Imagination would never hold a candle to reality after all, I was so caught up in the advantages that somehow I had not paused to think properly.

Heroes had been a fond memory until then, the small warmth a child felt when it's parents would tell him or her a story. It was like that in my case too, in my old life they were fairy tale characters, to explain the concept of right and wrong, to show that was is good would triumph.

Little me had loved those stories, and had believed in it's moral. After all the good would always win against the evil, it was only fair after all. It was only later that I discovered the cruel world that was reality. Every illusion had to break sometimes, mine broke when I saw my father yell at my mother for the first time, eyes blazing furiously and hand poised to strike.

Being reincarnated into a world which would be classified as fantasy, as a daughter of a God who was seemingly human but so much more, and loved me more than anything ever did, gave disillusioned me a little of my childhood back.

Years passed and while Poseidon could never be called a knight in shining armor, for he wore Khaki shirts and held far too much darkness, was too different and yet far too real, became what I believed in.

Not like the blind faith in a God, I believed in his love for me, his promises and vows and that he had never let me down, never disappointed me, and for that I loved him a little bit more.

And even though I now knew that good was not white, and evil not black, and that those who were good would not always win, because life was never fair, this world gave me a colour to believe in.

Because who needed shining white and silver armor, when the green and blue Sea was so much more, vaster, stronger and truer?

While little me might have been naive, I was not and yet I believed with all my heart and soul, with every fiber of my being that my father would get me out of here, and as I looked into those icy eyes yet again, this time I glared at him defiantly. Even though I could not even feel a wisp of his presence, nothing through the bond or even her pendant which also seemed blocked, I would not doubt.

I was the Princess of the Sea, my father was the ruler of the Sea, and I would not submit.

Oceanus smirked, seemingly amused at what he would probably see as feeble opposition, a foolish rebellion. I wasn't about to correct him, I had more sense to antagonize him. Glaring would probably be tolerated out of pride and amusement. I admit it rankled me that he could look at me and dismiss me as a threat, and be right.

I had no chance to beat him (I was proud, but not arrogant), no chance to escape. But I could survive, observe and learn and that's what I would do.

''So, little Princess, how are you this fine morning?'' he asked me, a pleasant smile on his face that would not even fool a three-year old, for his eyes still held that icy look.

''Brilliant.'' I deadpanned, trying to shut out my hurting and aching and pulsing broken wrist.

He smirked, ''Is that sarcasm I hear?'' The snake around his shoulders, hissed at me, and I had the irrational urge to ask him why it wasn't drowning when I remembered that he was the Titan of the Seas.

I smiled at him, ''Of course not.''

He snorted, looking more amused than anything and for a moment he did not seem as bad as before. And then my wrist ached again and I remembered that he hung his ten-year old grand-niece from shackles in some part of the sea, and scowled. When did I change so much that I wasn't totally freaked out at this situation?

''Your father is looking for you. Rather frantically I might add.'' he looked at his nails, nonchalantly and in such an unconcerned way that I had the overwhelming urge to kick him (not that I could actually do that).

''I would rather not him finding us before I'm finished with what I wanted to do you.'' he remarked.

I had to admit I was curious. Since breaking my wrist he had not done anything more, leaving me to believe that he would not physically torture me to death (probably at least), so I was wondering how he would make my father suffer (except killing me, which he hasn't done yet either).

''Which would be?'' I ventured to ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

''You love your father, and Poseidon loves you. More than he loves anyone else. Your death would undoubtably hurt him, make him pay and suffer. But then I would have to face his wrath, and I'm supposed to be neutral.''

He chuckled amusedly, back to caressing my blue? green? purple? yellow? black? wrist, smile widening when I flinched - whether in pain or fear I didn't know (he just creeped me out) - before he focused on my face again.

''What I will completely destroy is your view of him. I will make you yourself destroy him. He would not dare retaliate out of shame and fear.''

I glared at him, how can someone be so disgusting? So much driven by envy and greed that they were blinded to everything else?

''I won't.'' I stated, and believed it.

He just smiled at me in such an infuriating and frightening knowing way, that I tried to lean away by instinct. That man, no Titan... scared me ways I couldn't even comprehend. My whole being tried to shy away from him at every opportunity.

''How much do you think you know about Poseidon, little girl?''

''Enough.'' I snapped, trying to avoid his hands that were slowly approaching my temples. Only moments later he had my head in his grip, grinning at my furious expression.

''I'll show you.''

And then I screamed.

Poseidon was angry, no furious. He was completely and utterly livid.

How dare that piece of ancient filth dare to take what was his?

He had arrived at the beach to pick up his daughter, only to arrive to an empty beach, waves lapping at the sand with increasing frequency. He sensed the silence, the fear that still permeated this area, and his blood, his ichor, completely chilled in his body.

He knew this presence, knew it like a jailor knew it's prisoner for that was who he was in a way. Like his brother Hades guarded Tartarus, where they had thrown in their father, he guarded Oceanus, who pleaded neutrality in exchange for him marrying Amphitrite.

He should have known that Rhea's presence, and his obvious attachment to her would call to the ancient Titan, would invite his wrath and vengeance. But he had been blind, too secure in his superiority in his own kingdom.

Without wasting another moment where his precious daughter was in the hands of a Titan who would derive pleasure in causing a ten-year old pain even if it was only to see him suffer, he dove back into the water, before vanishing only to reappear a seconds later in is throne room.

Triton was there, talking to some merman, his smile vanished when he took in his father's expression, his fury that made even him step back in alarm.

''Father...'' he trailed off, not knowing how to ask.

''Oceanus has Rhea.''

The single sentence caused the throne room to fall into a deafening and ominous silence, as the God of the Sea and his heir looked in each other, before vanishing simultaneously.

They had no time to lose after all.

The whole Sea stilled as they sensed his roar of fury, and then he used a part of his power that he had not used since the Ancient War. He commanded the whole Sea, sending his order through the streams, and waves, reaching towards the farthest rivers of his kingdom.

''Find my daughter, the Princess of Atlantis. Show Oceanus the Sea's wrath.''

The silence, the stillness shattered like the glass of a mirror.

And then the Sea moved, searching for the Princess that had given Atlantis it's life back. And for it's ruler, who was not always kind but just and fierce in his protection, for the side his subjects had only recently come to witness, they shuddered to think what would happen if the Princess were not found alive.

So they searched and hoped.

Images flew into my head, first too numerous to comprehend, too forceful to be understood.

I screamed from the pain, the agony of having thing shoved into your mind, until they overtook everything else, every thought and sensation was shoved from my mind, until only those flashes remained.

And then through the pain, and overwhelming feeling of wrongness I was able to see.

It took me only a few moment to see what Oceanus' meant when he said that he would change my view on my father.

It was difficult to rearrange what I knew of him with the images that I was seeing.

The waves were churning, higher and higher, building up into a ferocious force of destruction. Poseidon was smiling cruelly on his throne as he felt he waved destroy a human village, people screaming, running and begging their God to stop.

Pleading with him to spare the children, and then they were people with their arms spread wide open, chanting prayers for the God who was about to rip their life away.

I gasped, as the memory ended, panting slightly, tears running down my face. I had known about it, but knowing and witnessing was so completely different that I felt off-balance.

My father's expression was so similar to Oceanus that I shuddered involuntarily.

I felt the next cluster of images form in my mind, and took a deep breath.

Poseidon and another God were walking down the streets of an old city, chattering even as people starved in the street, not staring the people a glance, as they groveled on the ground, regardless of their condition.

Glaring at an older man that would not kneel fast enough, looks of disdain and arrogance on their faces.

Suddenly the old man coughed, as water poured from his mouth. He stumbled, trying to throw up the never-ending stream of water coming from his mouth. Several seconds later the elderly man slumped towards the stone floor, eyes dull with the force of death.

And the two Gods walked past the terrified humans without any care, never once looking back at the family that surrounded the old man with tears running down their cheeks, the agonized whimpers of the little grandson.

I felt my own tears well up yet again, this was personal, it was far too close to my liking. I did not want to watch this, see what my father could do.
Ignorance was bliss after all.

''Stop, please.'' I looked at Oceanus' pleadingly. His face was a stony visage, but I could see the savage glee dancing in his icy eyes. That Titan would never spare me, so looked at the cage and once again prepared myself for the onslaught of images.

A woman and man were sleeping in a luxurious bed, through the window a cloudy sky was clearly visible, the view not being halted by the thin white fabric in front of the window.

Poseidon appeared in the room in a spray of water, flicking his hand once in distaste, causing the man to be flown towards th stone way, slumping to the ground with blood pouring from a head wound.

The woman woke up startled, eyes flickering fearfully from her husband to the man standing in the middle of the room, excluding power.

''How can I serve you, my Lord?'' she asked, voice only trembling slightly.

The Sea God smirked satisfied. ''I will take you, be honored, mortal.''

The woman only spread her arms, as the God approached.

I gasped as the image ended, this time I did not plead, or look at Oceanus again. Only waiting for what those images would show me.

Over the next hours I never once looked at Oceanus, nor utter a single word, only processing what his memories, for I was somehow knew that this is what those images were, showed me.

They had shown me the sins of the Gods, of my father in the hoped of me hating him, despising him.

The only question left was to choose.

Yet, there had never been a choice, and I knew that.

Oceanus looked at his grand-niece, hanging limply from her shackles, a slightly hollow look in her eyes.

He would get his revenge no matter what.

Even at the cost of her sanity, after all how could a young mortal keep it after seeing the true nature of the Gods? The true origin of sin and suffering?

He snapped his fingers, and the girl lost consciousness.

He had done enough.

Now he just had to wait.

Revenge was best served cold after all.

It was merely a flicker of her presence, yet Poseidon was able to feel her immediately.

After a desperate and fruitless search throughout the whole sea, hours and hours upon constantly using every bit of power he could spare, he had finally found something.

Propelling himself towards the area where he was able to sense her energy, he concentrated for a moment, before vanishing in a splurge of water.

He did not pause to think.

All he cared about that Rhea was alive, and that he'd found her, no matter how that came to be.

He clamped down on his anger, still cursing though him, making his blood boil, a constant reminder that his daughter was not by his side.

His eyes widened, when he saw her floating in the water, seemingly unconscious, but very much alive and mostly unhurt except for a wrist that looked very much broken, and blood that seemed to seep out from wounds around her legs and arms. Had that piece of filth dared to chain his daughter?

He felt Oceanus before he saw him, sensed the water cool and the sea creatures vanish as fast as they could.

''Oceanus. What is the meaning of this?'' his voice was like ice, rage flooding his body.

The Titan laughed cruelly. ''I will return her to you, nephew. Alive and unhurt.'' He flickered his hand dismissively and Rhea's broken wrist and other superficial wounds healed. He had obviously prevented the water from helping her before.

''What have you done to her?'' Poseidon asked, suspiciously. Oceanus would never return her willingly like this, he was aware of the fact that Oceanus wanted him to suffer, so why?

''Well, we talked...'' the Titan chuckled amusedly at the Sea God's chilling glare. ''And then I showed her some of my memories...'' The Titan enjoyed the growing horror in those sea-green eyes. ''...of you.''

With a final wave and chilling laugh, the Titan vanished back into the depths of the Sea, content in his knowledge that he had gotten his revenge.

Poseidon swam over to his daughter, carefully placing her in his arms, gazing upon her features which looked pained even as she slept.

Now that Oceanus was no longer blocking him, he was able to feel her mind once more, could feel the tumult in her thought and emotions, swirling and building, too numerous to understand. Feel the rips of a forceful entry and the violent presence of several memories that were not hers.

But there was determination, the feeling of a decision formed, encasing the errant emotions, even as he observed.

Rubbing a hand wearily over his face, he prayed that the determination pulsing in her mind, would not destroy him.

After all, he knew what kind of memories she must have been forced to watch. It would take a miracle for her to remain sane, for Rhea to keep looking at him with love in her eyes...

He did not even want to contemplate the possibilities of that.

He did not think the world would survive that.

He could just hope... that he would be blessed once more.

Otherwise he would flood this world that had taken Rhea away from him.

A/N I'm so sorry for this late update... I've only recently started reading Doctor Who fanfiction and that somehow ended up with me posting a new story.

Yeah, I know...

This chapter was a little different from what I planned beforehand but it just developed, so hope you like it!

Next chapter we will see how Rhea decides and what will stem from that decision.

I decided for Oceanus to not torture her physically because a) Rhea is still ten so it would be weird for me to write b) my Oceanus enjoys this type of punishment way more... *cackle evily*

Hope it's as realistic as always (kidding!)

Next chapter will be hopefully out next weekend... I'll be turning eighteen on Monday so I won't have that much time next week but well... I'll try!

As always thank you for your lovely reviews... love all of you!

C'ya soon.

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