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Mema Velame, facebook user

Pov. Sally

I walk alone I walk alone

I walk alone I walk alone

I walk alone I walk alone

I walk ... I walk ...

- I knew! - Silena appeared crying at the door - I should never have taken you there, it's all my fault, forgive me Sally

Poseidon stared at her with hate, surely he would blame her, if he had not already. Silena came to my side and hugged me. That was all I needed at that moment. A would not comfort me, sympathetic looks either. It is at such times that actions are worth more than all unspoken words.

"It was not your fault, Si," I said in a choked voice.

I looked at Poseidon and he stared at the emptiness as if lost in all that we have just passed. I was no different, my heart ached literally. It looked like they'd put a burning knife in my chest. That pain was certainly worse than death. Knowing that everything that mattered most went away without even having the opportunity to see, not knowing how it was, whether you are well, cold or hungry, whether you are sick or injured. But the worst thing was to know that my little one may be suffering and I can't even do anything for him, to be there by his side the baby giving him comfort. But I could not stay like this, I'll go look for him. Not that I spend until my last breath, but I'll find it.

"Poseidon," I said, "we must find him."

He who until that moment was standing staring into the void, looked at me and I could see the sadness in which his soul was. He was as broken as I was.

"And we'll do Sally," he said after a while. "Let's find him, I swear to you." He kissed me and walked out with the security guard.

Those were certainly the worst days of my life. Poseidon had contacted me that he distrusted his father even though he had no evidence yet, for a few months ago he had threatened him saying that our son could never be accepted at court for having plebeian blood, and he himself would take care of him. Poseidon threatened him in every way but Sir Cronos always denied any involvement.

Thirteen years, this was the time when we practically turned sky and earth looking for my son that we did not even have time to give him a name. In that time many things happened. Me and Poseidon were married two years after my boy's disappearance. He understood the delay. I still had head for something other than looking for my little one. That day the hijackers planned well not to leave clues. First they had invaded the security room approached the guards and turned off all surveillance cameras, the rest was easy because according to witnesses they were quick as if they already know the local entered wielding submachine guns and dominated the two security guards guarding the entrance of the nursery . These reacted and one ended up dead. The other one who later became known as Ares, worked for many years with Poseidon for many years.

Both the American and the British police still thought that the kidnappers would ask for some money as a ransom, or they could also be revolutionaries with political interests. In any case they always told us that at one time or another they would appear, but in time that certainty began to weaken until they no longer exist.

For the first five years I still hoped to find my baby, I always cried with that thought, I had not seen him walk for the first time, to speak his first words, I did not know what he liked, if they were okay. Poseidon had no hope of finding him, but he would not tell me anything. He knew how I felt about that.

After eight years, another tragedy caught us off guard. My cousin Zeus had suffered an accident. He owned a renowned real estate, he was happy until the day his wife Hera died in the birth of his only daughter. After that he always kept drinking, although he did almost everything for his little Thalia. According to the highway guard he was driving drunk at high speed when he overtook the signal and was hit by a cart coming in the opposite direction.

Zeus stayed in like and is until today. Little Thalia, who at that time was seven, had hardly anyone to stay with since Hera's family did not like the girl and blamed her for her mother's death. Me and Poseidon got custody of the girl. Since Zeus has always been a brother to me. The doctors had no hope of him waking up one day. But I've never lost faith.

My nights were alternated by crying when I thought of my little one, or when I had nightmares about that day. The people who met me and looked at me today clearly noticed how much I've changed. I no longer smiled as openly as before, my gaze was always empty when memories kept bubbling in my mind. But not only did I , Poseidon, who was no longer playful, sometimes treated people rudely, but who came to surprise me was my father-in-law, Mr. Cronos.

Three years ago, when my little boy must have been thirteen, I had just arrived from the hospital when I came upon an unusual scene. Sir Cronos was in the room along with Poseidon, who had found an interest on the floor, completely ignoring his father who was looking at him apprehensively and ... afraid?

You were no longer the same strong, imposing man I had known years ago. Now he was always tired and deep under his eyes. On that day he wore a fine navy blue suit of classic cut. When he saw me coming in, he got up and came to hug me, which immediately startled me.

"Sally," he said, "it's good that I've arrived."

"Be quick, Cronos," said Poseidon, who was looking at his father with hatred.

Cronos swallowed and spoke.

"Of course, of course." He looked at me as if measuring his words. "Sit down, Sally, please.

Now I'm scared. My father-in-law who always hated me, hugged me, spoke to me in a kind way that he never did and asked me to please? This is really weird. I sat down and waited

"See Sally," he began, "I just ask you to let me finish speaking."

- But ...

"Please listen to me first and then ask," I nodded. "I have to apologize. For my arrogance and stupidity. Until recently I thought that power and status was everything. But as we say on the verge of death we become wiser.

My mouth opened opened into a perfect circle, Poseidon stiffened at my side. As much as he insisted on saying that he hated his father, it was always obvious that he cared about the same. I didn't even have time to question because Cronos soon got ahead

"That's right, Sally, the old man here is on the last," he said as if it were a banal conversation, "and I regret everything I did to you, Sally, even the things you do not know. You know, "she continued, her eyes watering," my son was lucky to find a woman like you. Strong, gentle, struggling - now tears fall on her face, she just did not know if they were real - I know I did you very bad Sally, but I want to change. I need your forgiveness, even though I know you will not give it to me, "he added, lowering his head.

I was astonished. That certainly was not on my to-do list for today. I could not go too much with his face but now I did not doubt the sincerity of his words. Poseidon on the other hand looked skeptical to the father

- But of course I forgive you Cronos ... - he did not let me complete

"No Sally, you do not know the truth," he said, looking at the window. "It was me. I had your kid kidnapped.

It took me a while to process those words. And when I realized, Cronos was lying on the floor with his mouth bleeding and a Poseidon staring at him with hatred.

"You miserable bastard," he shouted, already advancing against him again. I stopped him before he screwed up, which I was also willing to do against the wretch.

"Let me finish him, Sally," Poseidon said, still firing at Cronus, who was now getting up with difficulty.

"You can leave Sally," Cronos said sadly, "what I deserve the most is death.

With comment it seemed that the temperature dropped. Poseidon just looked at his father with contempt and sat down on the couch.

"And where is she, Cronos?" What you do with him? I asked anxiously.

"I had given him to an orphanage at the time," he said, handing me a folder I just now noticed and looked at Poseidon. "I gave you the name you always said, remember?Poseidon just ignored him and stared at the emptiness with his jaw locked, in the distance he could see the tension in him. A hero's name for a hero.

"And where is he now?" I thought it was unfair, who told him to give the boy a name? Of course, what he said was always Poseidon's dream to give that name, but even so

If it were possible, the countenance of Cronos became even sadder.

- Where he was ...

- What? - I shouted - did they adopt?

- No - he took a deep breath and completed - he ran away when he was eight, I'm sorry Sally

No, it could not be, I thought, when I thought I'd finally see it happen? Because? What did I do so bad to deserve this?

"Listen to Sally," Cronos said, "we'll find him." I know I'm not the best person in the world but I want to redeem myself - he was already standing if he headed for the door when he turned around and said - I'm sorry for everything Sally, but I'll find him

When he left I smelled even more, I cried with sorrow to know that he was so close and soon after so far, I cried to know what that monster was able to do.

Sixteen years have passed by now. Cronos had kept his word, he was as determined as ever to find a clue to my little one. I already had a picture of him that we got at the orphanage where he was. At the time he should be five. He really was beautiful. Practically a miniature Poseidon which always made me smile at that thought.

The clues to find him did not seem to exist, at first Poseidon did not believe that an eight-year-old boy could survive alone on the streets of New York. But as luck would have it, a homeless person assured us that he had seen a boy like him who was always around Central Park.

We were always in the park looking for a boy, but we never got a chance to see him, even after some guards confirmed that a green-eyed boy was walking around. It seemed that fate insisted and continue to preach to us.

That day I and Poseidon had gone a little later, and when we barely arrived a heavy rain began to fall.

"We'd better get back someday, Sally, it looks like today we're not going to get anything," Poseidon said.

But my heart was pounding. It was like he was warning me of something.

"I do not know, Poseidon, I'm feeling like this is going to be different today," I said, looking at him, who sighed heavily, and I said the same thing every day. But today it seemed more intense.

It was already dusk when we decided to leave. After much insistence with Poseidon we decided to take a last turn around the park. It was when we heard shouts and several laughter coming from a remote place. Poseidon looked at me nervously as if asking for permission, which I found odd but only nodded.

We were a few feet away when we saw a horrible scene. A dirty boy with torn clothes who looked like Thalia's age was lying on the floor and bleeding a lot. Around him around eight other boys hit him with baseball bats and bits of wood. I stared at her in horror. Until a boy

"Why do we do this?" will see is why people like you exist. You were born to be stepped boy, by the way, what's your name? - the boy seemed to be very scared but did not answer what made the other hit his head with a baseball bat. When we saw that we started running, we were still a little farther, that's when the other boy spoke

- Come on, boy, tell me your name.

"P-Percy," said the bloody boy on the floor.

"Sure Percy listen here ..." but he did not finish speaking because when he saw us he ran off with the others. Poseidon would chase after them but stop him. That's when I looked at the boy and he understood.

I approached him quickly, taking his pulse. That's when I looked into your eyes ... they were a shade of green that I've only seen once in a lifetime. The boy looked at me as if he remembered something but soon fainted in my arms

- Poseidon ... - I called

"I saw Sally, but I still do not know," he said, looking pityingly at the boy, "but if it's whoever did it, it will pay, and a lot," he said, taking the boy in his arms.

We ran to where the car was and rushed off to the hospital.

My gods! I thought, would you? Could it be that after all these years I finally found my boy?

I still had those thoughts when we were admitted to the hospital ...