Percy was running for his life. It wasn't anything big really, but tempers had been running a little thin since the end of the Battle for Olympus. He had only knocked Clarisse off the lava wall, then again, it never took much to set her off in any case.
So, here he was, running for his life only a few days after the end of the war with Kronos. He normally would just trade a few blows with her but the lingering effects of the Blessing of Ares made it feel like he was being pulverized by a bunch of cyclopes. He was looking for a refuge when he spotted Chiron.
In his hurry, Percy failed to notice a body between him and the centaur and crashed right into her. They must have cracked heads, because he was seeing stars as he felt himself being pushed off; he was pretty sure whoever it was kicked him with a barefoot.
Once he was untangled from the other person, he placed his elbows on his knees and placed his head in his hands,groaning.
"What are you playing at?" asked a voice with a thick Scottish accent asked in an irate tone. Percy looked up to see a girl with ash blonde hair and eyes of two different colors; one emerald green, the other the clear shade of the Caribbean Sea. "Did ya see a whole person standin' in front of ya?"
As the girl asked her question, not only did her accent get thicker but Percy was getting over how unsettling her eyes were.
"Huh?" he asked, confused. Percy had not only got a knock to the head but those eyes were hypnotizing.
The girl huffed. "What do you keep in that skull of yours? Kelp?" she asked.
Percy heard a giggled from one of the campers near by, probably Annabeth, who had come to see what was going on.
The girl with ash colored hair stood up, brushing off her ankle length skirt and straightening her dark brown off the shoulder peasant top.
Percy tried to stutter out a reply, the girl was unsettling. He wasn't sure if it was her eyes or the accent, but even though she was a head shorter than him, she seemed to have a subtle aura of power. He wonder if this was what others felt when first meeting him.
The girl muttered, "Oh, lovely, another Greek poet."
Percy's temper sparked. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. Even with the way she set him off center, he wasn't going to take any sass from a strange girl that had just arrived at camp.
"Oh, so you can speak," she said in a lilting voice. "I was beginning to think that you could only speak in uhhs and umms."
"Meara," Chiron started.
"Hey, i was just surprised, okay? I'm not an idiot," Percy threw at her heatedly.
"Percy," Chiron's voice had a warning tone.
"You're doing a fair impression of it," Meara threw back.
It was like Nancy Bobofit all over again, he had just lost control, and soaked Meara with water from the canoe lake. He stood there, seething. Meara was standing a few feet in front of him, dripping wet.
She held her arms out from herself, sleeves dripping. Meara' mouth was open in shock, locks of hair falling out of the braided bun. Then she closed her mouth and glared at Percy. Neither she nor Percy noticed the red head appearing the crowd.
Something electric built around Meara as she clenched her fisted. A blasted of power pushed Percy back as she let a shriek of anger out.
He flew head over heels land flat on his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs. Groaning he pushed himself off the ground to see Meara stalking towards him, air swirling around her. Percy pulled Riptide out as he stood up. He thought he saw something in her hand, but couldn't make it out, as if he was seeing it through a fogged up window. She waved her left hand and a flash of light flew towards him. Hitting his hand, pale blue light gave off a stinging pain. He almost dropped Riptide but long experience had him holding onto the bronze sword.
Magic, he thought. Must be one Hecate's kids.
The wind around the two was getting to have the force of a small hurricane. Other campers were backing away, trying to avoid Meara's magic and the small storm brewing overhead. Chiron was shouting something, but Percy wasn't listening. A stream of fire was building around Meara as Percy began to gather a ball of water to surround himself.
About to throw it at the girl, a loud voice like the crashing of the sea against stone cliffs said, "Enough." And the dueling pair were blasted apart in a flash of green light.
Meara Would have thought she had died if she hadn't hurt so much. She had a difficult time inhaling, but once she did she coughed and coughed.
"This is unacceptable," a voice like the raging sea said.
Meara sat up to see a dark hair man with tan, weathered skin standing between her and Percy holding a trident. He had sea green eyes that seemed to hold a storm Meara once watched on the coast, in between her home and Ireland.
Every one except Meara knelt, there was a collective murmur of "Lord Poseidon," as he looked from her to Percy. "I will not tolerate such behavior between my children," he said.
All the campers looked at each other in confusion. "Father?" Percy asked.
"Children?" Meara said.
The sea god looked from Meara to Percy, then to the watching crowd. "Percy, I would like you to meet your sister, Meara Quinn." he then looked at Meara Quinn, this is your brother Perseus Jackson."
There was a stunned silence as Percy and Meara looked at each other. "So," Percy said hesitantly, looking at Poseidon. "I have a sister," he turned to see Meara, although still a little stunned rolled her eyes. "A short tempered, sarcastic sister," he muttered.
Meara ignored him, her mind had been going a million miles a minute after Poseidon had introduced himself.
"Yes," the sea god said enthusiastically. He opened his mouth to go on but-
"Wait a moment," Meara said. "You're saying you are my father?"
Poseidon glanced at Percy before saying real slowly, "Yes."
In less than a heartbeat, everything clicked into place for Meara. "Then why," her first words were spoken with deadly calm but became louder as she spoke, "did my mother die at sea?" The whole camp stared at her in shock as she continued, "If you're the blessed god of the sea, why was there a freak storm sink the boat that she and Grandda took out that day?"
The sea god, taken aback by the girl's brashness towards him, looked at Chiron for help. Realizing that the man claiming to be a god and her father had no answer, tears filled her eyes before she turned and ran for the forest.