This chapter goes back in time very slightly to August 18th. Just so everyone is aware. In which Poseidon is super sad and has made some very wrong assumptions. Also- never listen to Smelly Gabe Poseidon! Silly god.
Also, minor update, there will be a minific after TLT plotline.
As for Percy's hair, I'm listening to everyones ideas- I admit I do love white haired Percy but I see many of you want it to go back to normal or similar.
Replies:
Undeath9087: I wouldn't say dying but I mean- here have a sad Poseidon chapter. And I do love reading theories.
thickneck: I know right? Only the ones she likes would be spared- but even them I mean, this is a Percy who knows other gods and has points of comparison and there is a reason I prefer the Egyptians to the Greeks in terms of the way they behave.
Rage2091: Yeah, she's still barely more than a baby! She's only six years older than Shelby.
PJ Fan 285: Percy just there like 'Let me get this straight, you make babies who you then abandon and expect to do your bidding? Well that ain't flying with me you bitches. Be better!' And honestly I don't know what would have happened, I mean, Apophis wanted to destroy everything so I doubt he'd have let anyone survive after he wiped out Ra and the Egyptians.
Guest: I am considering.
Zephyr0f8: They know how the Egyptians work yes, and their reactions will be fun to play with.
thecgw: That's an interesting idea.
MKDemiGodzilla-Warrior: I definitely have lots of plans- and there's a fair amount of changes being made lol.

Poseidon knew he should be doing his duties- Amphitrite and Triton had been patient with him over the years, but there was only so long he could keep mourning- keep spending so much time locked away.

He still refused to venture to Olympus until his brothers apologised- they both claimed ignorance but Poseidon was no fool- Sally's husband had babbled of a man who threw him across the room with a wave of a hand. Of a man who stole away Percy and Sally.

And Poseidon had done everything he could- and whilst it was possible that Sally might have just disappeared and he wouldn't be able to find her... he couldn't imagine any way for someone to hide his daughter from him. He'd always been able to sense her, and then one day she just disappeared into thin air.

No. Poseidon didn't care that his brothers claimed ignorance, that they pretended they had no clue why he was upset- oh he wasn't stupid enough to go to war, but he'd shut down- he refused to leave his realm, he hadn't seen either of them since the day he'd rushed to the surface to find his daughter and found his daughters blood dried into the carpet- and the idiot of a mortal hadn't even been able to clear it up.

He'd known even before he'd arrived of course- he'd almost killed the mortal before the man had started babbling about the attacker- but being an idiot didn't mean he deserved to die- and Sally had chose the man, he'd unwittingly protected Percy so he'd let the fool live.

He closed his eyes.

He was in his throne room- he'd ordered everyone who might disturb him to stay away- not that there they'd disturb him anyway.

All of his subjects knew that there was one day of the year when so much as approaching him would earn them a violent reaction.

There were only two people he even let close- Amphitrite and Triton.

She closed his eyes, staring down at the soft plush object in his hands.

He'd found it in her tiny bedroom, it was worn even then, clearly well loved. His beautiful little girl had probably clutched it close every night when she went to bed. The toy was from some mortal movie about mermaids- he'd been curious, once the pain had been more manageable he'd even watched it. Flounder was the characters name, the yellow and blue was slightly faded from age- Poseidon brought it out once a year- it was all he had left of her.

She'd been so young. It might have been more bearable she'd been older.

He was used to seeing his children dying- it was part of being a god. Of being immortal but- but she'd been so very young. Five years old- she hadn't been a threat to anyone, not yet. Such a tiny little thing.

He'd had daughters before- but never a demigod daughter- and the one time he'd held her she had felt so very delicate- those little fingers had wrapped around his thumb and she'd stared up at him with eyes a mirror image of his own- of their mothers. But so much more gentle, more innocent.

She'd stolen his heart in an instant- he loved her. He loved her with all of his heart and he had failed her.

She deserved so much better than what she'd gotten.

So he mourned her more keenly than usual- for the life she should have lived.

And he mourned even more keenly on this of all days. His daughters birthday.

She'd be turning ten if she'd lived long enough, double digits.

He closed his eyes, pressing his face into the soft fabric of the stuffed toy.

He didn't lift his head when he heard footsteps approaching- it could only be one of two people.

"Poseidon." Amphitrite's voice was soft, "My husband- I know today is hard- I know you mourn her but-" her voice faltered, "You cannot keep doing this to yourself. I know you mourn the child- what happened is a tragedy-"

"I still don't know which of them killed her." Poseidon whispered the words, "My own brothers- one of them must have gone in person- I have made mistakes before- I shouldn't have- I know she wasn't supposed to exist but- to do that-" his voice caught and Amphitrite gently laid her hand on his shoulder.

"I know my love. The child didn't deserve to die. But my love- it's been almost five years- you've never mourned for so long before."

And Poseidon lifted his head from the toy, blinking back tears. "I never lost a daughter so young before." he pointed out quietly. "My love she barely got to live."

"I know." Amphitrite squeezed his shoulder gently, "But all you do now is torture yourself- you won't get your answers from Zeus or Hades- they will never admit the truth. They won't even admit to knowing why you're angry. All you do now is make the distance between you three worse-"

"I will never forgive them- whichever of them did it-" Poseidon shook his head, "Not ever." he raised his eyes, "And one day a year is not too much. One day for my daughter Amphitrite. That is all I ask."

"I-" his wife sighed. "So be it my love- I just wish you could stop hurting yourself." she turned away and left, leaving Poseidon alone with his grief- and he looked down at the toy in his hands.

If only he could have been there. If only he'd known that one of his brothers knew.

If only he'd insisted she go to camp.

So many things he could have done.

And there was nothing he could do to bring her back.