A/N: Here's the roles and the match-up for my version.
Montague – Poseidon. Capulet – Athena. Romeo – Percy. Juliet – Annabeth. Benvolio – Grover. Tybalt – Luke. Friar Lawrence – Tyson. Prince – Zeus. Mercutio – Lee Fletcher (don't ask why I choose him). Paris – Chris Rodriguez. Nurse – Juniper. Rosalind – Rachel Dare.
As the Lord stared after his enemy, a young man walked up to him. Young man is not quite accurate though. This youth had curly brown hair and warm brown eyes. He was dressed in a short green tunic of simple cut. It barely disguised his true form. Instead of human legs, he had the legs of a goat and on his head were two tiny horns; hardly poking above his curly hair.
This youth was a satyr. Quite common back in those days. Mythical beasts, good creatures, even the gods themselves, walked upon the earth. The satyr walked to the Lord, who did not notice.
"My Lord Poseidon," the satyr greeted with a sweeping bow. "I am afraid I must bring ill-tiding." The Lord turned his face away from where he had been staring and turned to the satyr. He looked at him; a sad expression was prominent on his face.
"Grover, if it is about my son, I already know he is plagued with sadness. I have no need to talk of it more, unless you can tell me what the cause of this is," the Lord said. Grover sighed and shook his head. The Lord looked away towards the west. After a moment he turned and began to walk in the direction of the coast. Grover hesitated and then followed.
After a few minutes Poseidon spoke. "Do you think he's angry with me?" Grover looked shocked at this.
"No my Lord. He is not angry with you. You can count on me for telling you the truth," Grover assured him.
"Find out will you? I need to understand why he is so sad," Poseidon asked. Grover nodded his agreement.
By this time they were coming to the beginning of the coast line. The sun glittering off the bright green sea. The white sand soft and fine beneath their feet (and hooves). The sun high overhead, not a cloud in the sky, a perfect day. Poseidon clapped his hands, and his chariot rolled in behind him. He mounted it quickly, issuing orders to return home, as well as reminder Grover of what he was to do.
As Poseidon's chariot rumbled away, Grover headed further down the beach; his goat hooves making a muffled clip-clop sound as he went. It took him a few minutes, but eventually Keyhole Rock came into view. Grover trotted faster and came to the edge of the sand. He looked out and saw who he was looking for. Perseus Jackson sat in the middle of Keyhole Rock, staring even further out to sea.
Grover called his name. He got no response. He kept yelling at him, trying to make his voice louder than the sounds of the sea. It took him several minutes before any reaction happened. As his voice was growing hoarse, the boy in Keyhole Rock turned around and noticed him. He dove into the water and quickly swan back to shore; slicing through the frigid water of the Mediterranean sea.
The boy had raven black hair and piercing sea green eyes. He was dressed in a basic tunic of the same green as his eyes. Underneath he wore leggings of dark brown. His arms were bare, showing off a faint tan. He wore a durable belt, complete with a sheath and sword. Simple cloth shoes covered his feet.
As he was wading back to shore complete dry he said. "Hey Grover, how are you?" His voice was almost expressionless.
"Hey Perce, I'm okay. What about you? I keep finding you out here," Grover replied. Percy shrugged and began to head back towards the hustle and bustle of Athens.
"I guess I'm okay . . . I like it out here. It's peaceful," Percy said quietly.
"Yeah it is. But come on, you can tell me what's wrong. I know something's wrong, I may live in the city but I'm still a fully fledged satyr. I know if you're lying," Grover reminded him.
"Yes, I know. No need to remind me. It's just . . . do you know the last name of Athens richest family?" Percy's voice was as desolate as a desert. Grover sighed.
"Percy, must you use riddles? Is it really the right time for this?" after a brief pause he added. "It's Dare, right?" Percy nodded slowly.
"Yes, and their daughter is the Oracle," Percy murmured.
"What does . . ." Grover's voice trailed off as realization hit him. "You like her? You do realize she's on Athena's side. You mortal enemy." Percy cast an irritated look at Grover.
"I just think she's pretty," he muttered. Grover laughed.
"I understand," Grover replied. They fell silent as the found themselves into the outskirts of Athens market district. They began to head back to the house owned by Poseidon. People stared and gawked as they past. Some at Grover's goat legs, some stared at Percy walking. But the two boys just ignored them all and continued on their way.
In the countryside on the inland side of Athens, a beautiful meadow was in full bloom. Lilies, roses, and thousand of wildflowers covered the fertile earth, mixing in with the sharp, tall grass. Many olive and hawthorn trees surrounded the meadow. Bees and butterflies flew lazily though the air, sunlight highlighting there bright colours.
Sitting in the middle of the meadow, was a young girl. She sat there, reading a manuscript as she hummed softly to herself. Her curly blond hair was pulled back in a rough linen bandanna, her stormy grey eyes moving quickly across the words she read. She was wearing a plain brown cloak, with hole for her arms, an extra layer of fabric was sown over top to partly cover her arms.
As she sat there reading lazily in the sunlight, she didn't notice a figure coming up through the trees. After a few minutes, the figure stepped into the meadow. Looking like a dark presence with her black dress and dark hair in the sunlit meadow. The girl reading heard a faint movement and looked up.
"I thought you'd be here," said the girl in black. Her electric blue eyes twinkling mischievously. The blond girl stood up and whirled around, in a very unladylike fashion. When she saw the other girl she sighed in relief.
"Gods, you really did startle me. I didn't expect you to actually show," she said setting her manuscript on the ground near her feet. The other girl laughed and walked over to give the blond girl a quick hug.
"Of course I would should! Why should I not?" she asked, smiling.
"You might have had a hard time to get away. I did," was the reply.
"I did indeed. But I'm glad I came. In truth you are my first friend," the girl in black explained.
"It is the same for me. May I ask, what's your name?"
"My name is . . . Tia," the girl dressed in black said. "What's yours?"
"My name is Annabeth," after a pause she continued. "You are not associated with the house of Poseidon are you? If you are, we can't be friends." Tia gave a laugh.
"Don't worry. I'm not on any side. I'm in neutral territory," Tia told her.
"Great, so what do you feel like doing?" Annabeth asked Tia, a wide smile spreading across her face.
Before Tia could respond, the sound of chimes rang through the air. The girls sighed at the same time. Annabeth bent over and picked up her manuscript. Together they headed back towards Athens. Tia walking smooth and stately, while Annabeth went more roughly, a bit like a peasant. Both knew the chimes meant an announcement. Sad that there small time together had been ruined, the quickly headed back into the busy city.