The first time that he truly remembered seeing his father, he was twelve years old.
At least, that's what he told to mostly everyone who asked him.
But to those he trusted, he told the real first memory he had of his father:
He was just a baby; he may not have even been out of the crib or off the pacifier yet.
But, he still must have been old enough to think, because he had tried to understand the soft glow above him as he lay flat on his back.
The glow had started as soft, pale yellow, as if it emanated from far away, but it had steadily increased until it was transformed into a bright, loving golden glow that consumed him, all around.
He remembered laughing, giggling at the sight of light that surrounded him, and at the sudden outline of a face that appeared above his. He remembered nothing of the features, save for the kind smile that matched the omnipresent glow in warmth, and the deep voice that had called his name... "Percy."
He remembered very little about the first time he saw his father, but he knew he would never forget that glow.
