Hi guys, here's the second chapter! It's just a filler chapter and I kinda didn't even mean for it to be a chapter, at least not it's own chapter. It's just a brief summary of the Poseidon-Sally love story. [I had to get some info to ensure that everything was accurate so shout out to Riordan Wiki]. It leads up to what I had intended to be the second chapter. I'll have the third chapter up soon, though! I'm really enjoying writing, I forgot how much I enjoyed it and I'm able to write faster than I thought I'd be able to so lucky you!

Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

Sally Jackson had not had an easy life. At the age of five, Sally had been orphaned. A plane crash 150 miles south of Lake Ontario was felled at 3 A.M, leaving her parents, along with every other passenger aboard that flight, dead. Consequently, Sally was sent to live with her uncle, who, during Sally's last year of high school, was diagnosed with cancer, forcing Sally to drop out of school to support the growing bill generated by the cancer treatments. But once more, Lady Luck was absent, and in her place, Death came to pay a visit to Sally Jackson. After the death of Uncle Rich, Sally had been left with no family, no money and no high school diploma. Sally expected her life to continue on this thread of constant disappointment and general uselessness, that is until, for the first time in her life it seemed, something went right.

Her newfound trend of good luck started when Sally went to the beach one evening; walking on its' vast shores somehow made the troubles of her life seem insignificant. Sally sometimes thought that the waves could simply wash over the jagged shores of her life and smooth them out like they had done to the sand that now presses comfortingly against her toes.

The sound of the water beating hypnotically against the smooth sand lulled her into sleep like state- still aware and conscious, but completely engulfed in her thoughts. That's why she decided she must be hallucinating when she saw the large man with a three-pronged trident walk onto the shores from the depths of the ocean. She blinked hard several times, rubbing her eyes and when the man didn't disappear with the rest of her dream-like thoughts, she approached him. Though not without her pepper spray hidden away in her bag, out of sight but in reaching distance. If growing up in New York had taught her anything it was that the best way to handle strange men behaving in strange ways was a good spray of burning liquid to the face.

"Are you planning on going fishing or something?" Sally asked, without any attempt of preemptive conversation.

The large, tan, very toned and all around attractive man replied, looking slightly shocked, "I actually don't really have a taste for fishing. I find it somewhat barbaric."

"I would have to agree. Then why are you carrying a trident?" This question caused an even more shocked look to appear on the tan man's face. He quickly recomposed himself and asked, "Why are you carrying a bottle of pepper spray?"

Sally was confused, but didn't feel threatened like she might have if another man was insinuating that he had been watching her- because how else would he have known she had the spray? "How did you know I have pepper spray?"

"How did you know I was carrying a trident?" In that moment, Sally was convinced she was holding a conversation with someone who wasn't entirely mentally present.

"Because I can see it..." She replied, speaking slowing as if explaining something to a small child.

"You see, just like you I can see through things. You can see through the Mist. That's how you knew I was carrying my trident. I, on the other hand, can see through many things." Sally responds to this by shifting her weight uncomfortably. Much to her chagrin, the man laughs. Somehow the sound lights something inside Sally, something that hadn't been lit in a very long time.

"You do realize you're insane, right?" Sally asks the man casually, as if discussing the weather. "You can't see through my purse, that's impossible. And what do you mean I can see through the mist? There isn't any mist here for me to see through." The man's eyes light mischievously and for the first time, Sally notices what a beautiful color they are, and how they seem to reflect the color of the water he had just risen from.

"We are not talking about the same thing here. I am not referring to your mortal, water-based fog. I mean the Mist. The supernatural substance, generated by the goddess Hecate. The substance meant to distort the reality of mortals, to hide the world of gods and monsters from those unfit to see it."

"Oh," Sally responds as if she completely understands now, as if she were the idiot in this situation. "Of course, the Mist. How silly of me for not knowing. You know, I think I'll just be going now." She turns her back, completely intending to walk away from this strange man and never see him again.

"Wait." The man jogs up to Sally, gently catching her arm and pulling her back around to him. "I didn't catch your name."

"And what makes you think I want to give it you?" This would be an appropriate time for a good spray of burning liquid to the face but somehow Sally doesn't feel threatened. Quite conversely, she wants to be around him. Though she knows that it is unintelligent to hang around mentally unstable people, she can't help but feel a pull towards this man, like a magnet inside her, urging her towards him.

"Because you're curious. You want to find out more about this strange crazy man, who just walked out of the ocean. Just know, if you ever want to know more, which you will, just say my name. I'll find you."

"Are you going to tell me your name or are you gonna force me to say every man's name until you magically appear before me?"

"Well while that certainly would be entertaining I assure you that I don't have an ordinary man's name, so your guessing game would probably be all for naught. If you want to see me again, just say Poseidon. I'll hear you." At that moment, a cloud moved to make way for the sun, who released blinding light down into Sally's eyes. When her eyes readjusted, the man was gone.

As Poseidon had said would happen, curiosity did get the best of her, and so she found herself walking down the same stretch of beach every day in hopes of seeing the man again. She knew that it was impossible to even try to make Poseidon appear by simply saying his name, so refrained from attempting it for the first three days. Soon, however, she realized that what was once impossible was commonplace, what was once crazy was now sane. And so, on the fourth day of patrolling the beach, Sally softly, uncertainly whispered his name.

She looked around, half of her expecting Poseidon to appear out of thin air, half of her scolding herself for even thinking that the impossible could happen. Disappointment clear on her face, Sally turned, prepared to head back to her car, never to return to this stretch of beach again.

That's when she heard him. "No need for that look of disappointment. If you don't want me here, I can leave." She turned back around and saw him, smirking slightly, knowing his leaving was the last thing she wanted.

Sally responded quickly. "You're not getting away that fast." Little did Sally know at that time that Poseidon would indeed leave her life that fast. "You have some explaining to do. Starting with how you were able to hear me." And explain he did. About how he was able to hear her at any time when she spoke his name, due to the fact that he was a god. That wasn't even the most unbelievable part, believe it or not. Sally learned about the land of the gods, of Olympus. Of the truth in the myths she was read to by her parents and uncle as a child. Poseidon opened her eyes to a whole new world, one she had seen only in breif glimpses, but never been a part of. As he spoke, Sally soon found herself falling into a sense of comfort, of safety, something she hadn't felt since before her uncle was diagnosed. Sally soon found herself falling in love with the man who smelled of the sea.

So there it is! Next chapter will be back to where the first chapter left off. I hope yall liked the chapter and PLEASE REVIEW I will be so much happier and inspired to write quicker if I know that what people think of my story and give me ideas and suggestions

Thanks, annades49800