A/N: The Percy Jackson books, world and characters belong to Rick Riordan. I take no credit for any repeated quote or event from the original source.
Blood of the sea
Prologue
A small, blacked haired girl walked out of the library in a robotically like manner, almost as if she had been living on autopilot for days. She carried surprisingly big sized books for her age, piled up neatly as she put each up back onto their respective selves before she headed towards the exit.
"Did you hear? Apparently, her father died from cancer just last week" One of the teachers said as the other looked at him in shock.
"Really? Poor thing, where is she staying now?" The lady asked.
"I-I'm not actually sure. I would guess that it would be at a foster home right?"
"We could always ask." She responded as he nodded in agreement.
But just a second later, their eyes, for the smallest amount of a second, became misty just before they both blinked stupidly. As if they had just woken up from a trance.
"Did you grade Mr Stannard's homework?" He asked his co-worker as she shook her head.
"No, you know how-" She started saying as the girl walked away, losing any form of interest in the two adults.
She walked slowly through the streets, completely ignored by those surrounding her, almost as if she was magically hiding. The bus driver didn't bat an eye when she paid. The passengers didn't spare a second glance when she sat down alone. And no one waiting at the bus stop said a word when she walked out of the bus.
It was how she liked it. Alone and without interruptions.
She eventually reached her destination, the small forest just outside the town.
Walking through the pathway of small stones placed in no particular order she walked towards the grave made of light stone With two pillars at the very middle leaving a small gap between them. Between them floated a small but cosy flame.
She didn't think that she could be considered normal. Dad had always said she was special, but not in the way that most parents did. She could see things that others simply ignored, feel things that people didn't even pay attention towards. She-
She turned her head around looking for the source of the sound, her brilliant green eyes meeting an almost identical coloured pair, though she had the sudden urge to think of the sea when she saw them.
He had black hair, a neat beard, along with a deep tan. His clothes made it very clear that he was a man of the sea as dad called them. Her father really had loved the sea, something about it seemed to calm the two of them, to the point where they always had reserved at least a week of the holiday for the beach.
"My! Haven't you grown up a lot! Why, the last time I saw you, you were no bigger than my arm." He said cheerfully.
"Who are you?" She asked in an equal amount of boredom as she had shown in the day.
"Me? Oh, just your grandfather!" He exclaimed just as happily, to which she simply raised her eyebrow.
"Oh" She commented. "Name?" She then asked, causing Poseidon to snort in amusement.
"Name? Oh, people usually call me Poseidon."
His comment didn't gain any interest from the girl as she nodded before going back to staring at the grave.
This was going to take his whole day, wasn't it?