A/N: Sorry about the late update, school has started for me, but I haven't forgotten about my dear readers. I've just been bogged down with homework (essays on the first day).

I labeled that the main characters of the story are Percy Jackson, Annabeth, Nico, and Thalia, but Annabeth, Nico, and Thalia won't appear until a couple chapters into the story, since I'm still building the persona of a few characters. As for Percy, since I am still developing the story, I have no idea what skills he might possess. If I make him overpowered though, I need to come up with OP enemies as well, so he doesn't just blow through them all.

Any suggestions are 100% welcome, and for those of you that commented, I'm glad you liked it. I understand that Poseidon was a bit.. OOC, but I wanted to portray that he has feelings too, and can show emotion, and can care for mortals as well, not just as bleak as the sea can sometimes be.

That being said, here is the next part! Hope you guys like it=)

To Save A Life (Part Two)

Poseidon walked through the door, blinking furiously. The inside was vastly different than the hallway outside. Bathed under an intense light in contrast to the dim light outside, his eyes began to stream. As he began to adjust, he could see a smattering of hair between the white coats of the doctors, as well as the small pool of blood that had started dripping onto the floor from the operation table despite the doctors' attempts to stem the flow. Averting his eyes, he quickened his steps, as the doctor led him into a side room.

"Please lay down on the bed." The doctor pulled up an apheresis machine next to him, hanging a catheter bag from the machine. "Your blood might not be enough to save your son." The doctor was apprehensive. "The body mass of your son is unusual for the average three year old. At three he has the height and weight of a 7-8 year old child. From the extent of the wounds I have seen on your son, it may not be enouh. A victim with wounds as severe as those may need 20-30 pints of blood, but the average adult only has ~10 liters. As much blood as you can donate, it wouldn't be enough to save him even if you donated all your blood.

"No it will be enough this time." He was calm, assured. The ichor of a god would bring even the near- dead back to life. For how son, who was fighting for his life so vigorously, it would be more than enough. If- that is to say- he accepted the ichor. "I have a rare type of hyper- coagulative blood. When transfused, if it ever contacts the air, the antibodies in the blood will cause an immediately immune response, and cause the wounds to scab over." The doctor looked skeptical.

Poseidon gestured for him to start. The doctor took Poseidon's forearm, slapping it a few times, then tied a strip of rubber around his bicep, and inserted the catheter needle.

The doctor gasped. To his astonishment, the blood that he expected to see was not a murky, metallic red, but the gold of ichor. Poseidon cursed himself silently for his slip-up, then focused on his godly side, and snapped his fingers.

"The blood you have just seen is a normal shade. You will transfuse it just like any other." A refreshing, cool breeze whisked over them. The doctor's eyes misted over, as he droned out a reply.

"Yes…"

As if awoken from a stupor, the doctor shook his head, and then rolled the machine out, and gestured towards the hallway door. "Thank you very much. We'll take over from here."

Poseidon nodded, showing himself out the door. He stopped in front of Sally, and knelt down, taking her hands. "I've already donated my ichor. Now all there is to do is to wait for it to be transfused, and hope for the best." Silence. She nodded.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the surgery room, accompanied by a blinding flash of light from between the cracks of the doors. The entire building shuddered as a blast of energy emanated from inside. "The process has begun. That is what happens when mortals look upon a god's true form."

"God's true..." She trailed off, a look of understanding and panic slowly spreading across her face. "Will my boy become a … god?"

"Never think that anything is impossible, only improbable. There is certainly a chance of him attaining godhood, but it is miniscule enough to be discounted. He may at most attain immortality, and certainly some of my powers, however minor. How his other powers manifest will be determined by himself."

She nodded, deep in thought.

~Flashback~

She was in a dark room, standing in front a throne. It was softly illuminated, but no matter how hard she tried to look at it, she could never seem to remember the shape, nor the myriad of colors it contained. Filling the throne was a huge figure, in full spiked armor. His aura of power rivaled that of the Olympians.

Sally Jackson. Why have you come here?

My son-, she started.

-Is of no concern to me.

You promised his safety. The stranger could tell that she was outraged, although her voice never rose.

I did, and have kept that promise for years. I swore on the River Styx that I would protect him to the best of my abilities. I promised to guard him, to keep him safe.

Then why did -she gestured off to the side- this happen?

That person…- if he was classified as that- is unpredictable as his domain. He is an anomaly. My side effect foresight is rendered useless. My mission is all but impossible fulfill.

Then what can I do? He makes Percy happy. He makes me happy.

The stranger hesitated, before answering. Leave him, at least until later, when Percy is able to defend himself. I would then be able to fulfill my oath to you. If he loves you truly, then he will do that for you, at the very least. Raise him up, until he is of age, and then send him to Camp Half-Blood. He will undoubtedly be claimed there, as one of his sons, though the fact would be otherwise. He would then be blessed with the powers of the one known as Earthshaker, though that may not be all that he gains… But until then, raise him well. He ended with a cryptic expression.

After the conversation, he wouldn't divulge any more, not matter how much she pressured him, or begged, answering only with a trite answer that the future would be affected if he continued. She looked up at the worried face peering at her.

"Poseidon, I- I have something I need to discuss with you." Her voice was halting, she, reluctant. She took a deep breath. "It's about Percy."

He nodded. "I was in fact contemplating this issue myself. He was attacked because of my aura. It won't be very safe for me to stay here. I will go back to Atlantis. I have been away for too long." He broke off into silence.

They stood there looking at each other awkwardly.

"I guess this is goodbye."

"Not permanently. I'll most likely see both you and Percy again soon, when he is of age."

"Yes. I'll send him to Camp Half-Blood when it is time."

He hesitated one last time, then turned and left the room. Had anyone been following him, they would surely have noticed that his back seemed very small indeed …

A 4.3 magnitude earthquake was recorded in the city later that day.

A/n: Ouch sorry about the lack of update guys. I had this typed up for about 3 weeks, but I just couldn't find a good end to it. Now add SATs and getting sick to the mix... I'll hopefully be updating regularly again, but I have to start working on my college applications as well.

With this, the "prologue" is done! I'll be starting on the main story, which occurs ~7-8 years after this event.

~WordsBreakBones2