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Thoughts

Lyrics

Memories

The song is Come to me - Celine Dion

Daughter to Father

Part Five

Come to me

I will always love you no matter what

No matter where you go and what you do

Worrying, as Poseidon quickly learned, came hand by hand with being a parent. Because every parent worries about their children, no matter how close they are. And with the worry comes the fear. Are they alright? What if something happens?

But being a parent to a demigod is way more frightening. Demigods face so many dangers every single day and they got hurt. A lot. And most of them don't even reach the age to get married and have children themselves, especially the powerful ones.

And Poseidon was a father of a powerful demigoddess. So when his servants found his daughter sinking through the water half dead, Poseidon had been terrified. The water would heall her, he knew, and yet he couldn't shake the worry away, his thoughts constantly flying to her unconscious form, even in the middle of a battle.

And knowing you

You're gonna have to do things

Your own way

And that's okay

Everyone noticed his distracted state of mind, thought only Triton and Amphitrite knew the reason and they were not happy about it. His wife was still angry at him for cheating and his son, well, his son saw Percy as a threat.

Poseidon was talking to Delphin when Percy arrived, looking tired but mostly healed. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw him.

"Dad?" She asked, her eyes taking in his withered form. "Why do you look like that?"

He saw Tyson shake his head at her at rapid pace, afraid her words would offend him, but Percy was obviously too shocked to notice. Poseidon waved at Tyson that it was okay, not at all offended by his dauhter's reaction. She had gotten used to see him in his usual form instead of that one and he understood her.

"Hello, Percy." He said smoothly, watching as she shook herself off the shock and rebuilt her expression back to normal, passive face. "You must excuse my appearance. My form reflects the state of my kingdom. The war has been hard on us."

Percy gave him a short nod, her eyes inspecting the other people around and Poseidon realized that his daughter hadn't met the rest of his family yet.

"Let me introduce you." He offered. "This is my wife Amphitrite. My dear-" But he didn't get to finish as his wife crossed her arms in front of her chest, shooting Percy a cold look. Poseidon watched helplessly as his daughter just frowned slightly but said nothing. Amphitrite left shortly after, leaving Poseidon look at Percy uncomfortably. "Er, this is my son Triiton."

Triton smiled coldly at Percy. "Hello, Perseas Jackson. Come to help us at last?" He asked and Poseidon could only watch in exasperation as his daughter narrowed her eyes in challenge, a cold smirk stretching her lips.

"Yes, I decided to take a break from my break." She retort, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Cause, you see, my life is all butterflies and roses on the surface."

Triton looked a bit shocked at her sharp tongue, but quickly composed himself and turned to his father. "I will see to the front line, father. Don't worry, I will not fail you."

Poseidon frowned at the insinuation in his son's words but quickly waved him away, not wanting to fight with him now, in front of everyone. But he would talk to him later. He wouldn't stand for his own family to openly insult Percy and her skills, especially when she had more than enough already on her shoulders. Turning back towards his daughter, he found her still staring angrily at the place Triton had disappeared. He sighed. He had wished for his children to get on well with each other but obviously it was not going to happen soon.

"I'm sorry." He offered weakly with a sigh. "My family is just stressed about the war."

His daughter shot him a look that clearly showed that she did not believe his quickly scraped up excuse. "Amphitite's reasons I understand," She finally said and Poseidon couldn't help but wince. "But Triton's I don't."

"It's...complicated." The sea god said, not wanting to explain that his son was just jealous of her, but Percy seemed to understand. Finally she just shrugged, walking closer to peer at the mosaic in front of them. "How is the battle going?" She asked and Poseidon frowned slightly, not wanting to burden her with his own worries as well, but he was sure she would know if her lied. His daughter was very sharp.

"It's going poorly for us." He admitted. "It's been almost a year. My powers are taxing and Oceanus still finds more forces to throw at me - sea monsters so ancient that I've almost forgotten about them." There is a moment of silence as both of them gazed at the raging battle before them. "Percy we may not have more time to talk," Poseidon broke the silence anxiously. "Tell me about you mission. Did you see Kronos?"

She told him everything. Of the explosives, of Kronos. Her voice chocked up when she told of Bekendorf's fate and she looked away from him, eyes filling with tears. Poseidon was strongly reminded of her last birthday when she had cried about her lost friends in his arms. Percy took death hard, he knew. She always seemed to find reasons to blame herself even though there had been no way to save any of them without killing herself in the process. She might have been able to keep up the tough front, but the sea god knew that on the inside, Percy had a gentle and kind heart. It pained him to see her deal with so much sorrow and know that there was more to come.

So be free, spread your wings

And promise me just one thing

If you ever need a place to cry

Baby, come to me

Poseidon put his hand on Percy's shoulder, squeezing it a little. "Bekendorf chose a heroic death, Percy. You bear no blame for that. Kronos' army will be in disarray. Many were destroyed." He said, trying to comfort her a little, but she just gave a bitter laugh.

"But we didn't destroy him, did we?" She asked rhetorically. "He's still out there, alive and well, while we die one by one. There were other demigods on the ship that died. They might have chosen their side but they were all brainwashed. Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

Poseidon watched her glare at the mosaic image in front of her, his heart aching. She was only nineteen. She was supposed to worry about clothes and boys, not wars. She should be happy and free, not carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. But there was nothing he could do, and he knew it, though it only made him feel worse.

I've always known you were born to fly

But you can come to me

"Bekendorf's death was not in vain, Percy. You have scattered in invasion force. New York will be safe for a time, which gives the other Olympians more time to deal with the bigger threat." He didn't want to tell her what the other threat was. He didn't want to tell her that the Olympians stood almost no chance against Typhon and that the battle was hopeless. He wanted her to have hope, because he knew that she needed it now more than ever. "You've had enough sorrow for one day. Ask Chiron when you return to Camp."

Her head shot up and she looked at him in shock and anger. "Return to Camp?" She snapped. "You need help here! I want to help."

At this moment Poseidon wanted so much to say yes. To keep her there, away from the war that was about to happen on the surface, away from that cursed prophesy that foresaw her death. He wanted to keep her with him where he could at least protect her and watch over her. But he knew he couldn't. She had a role to play, probably the biggest in this war. She had to make a choice that would probably take her life away.

If the world breaks your heart

No matter where on Earth you are

You can come to me

In the last few months, as her twentieth birthday approached rapidly, Poseidon had done all he could to keep his mind away from the prophesy. He refused to believe that his daughter, his beloved child would die. She had always been so strong, like a rock in the middle of a storm, that he simply couldn't imagine something, even Kronos, being able to take her life away from her. Percy was a fighter, he knew. She would not give her life up easily.

"Your job is on the surface, Percy." He sighed finally. "You must return to Camp and hear the entire prophecy."

"Dad, please." She said finally, a defeated expression crossing over her features. "I don't want to leave you here."

Finally, Poseidon realized why she was so reluctant to leave him. She wasn't just trying to help him. She was trying to protect him, because worrying obviously came from both parts. He sent her a warm smile, deeply touched.

"We'll hold on here, Percy, I promise." He said, before turning to Tyson, who had stood quietly the whole time. "Tyson, you have work at the armory as well." The cyclops gave a nod, looking towards his sister sadly. "I will miss you sister." And he left.

"He hates being stuck in the armory." Percy said quietly, looking at the place her brother had just left. "You should let him fight. You should trust him."

Poseidon felt anger flare up in him for a moment but it quickly died away. He trusted Tyson, of course he did. And he trusted Percy even more. But he didn't want to send another of his children into danger, not now when his favorite one was going to be so close to her own death.

Looking down at the mosaic, Poseidon sighed warily. Oceanus was approaching.

"Percy, our time is up." He said quickly. "You must return to Camp and ask Chiron for the Prophecy."

His daughter nodded, her face torn. She watched him for a moment, before suddenly hugged him. Poseidon returned the hug, sadly, realizing that this might be his only chance to hug his daughter.

"Take care, dad." She said, offering a small smile.

"You too, Percy. With luck, I will see you again next week and we'll celebrate your birthday properly." He watched her swim away until she disappeared from his view, suddenly feeling a thousand of years older than before.

Don't walk around with the world on your shoulders

And your highest hopes lying on the ground

Poseidon rushed with the rest of the Olympian towards Olympus, only one thought circling his mind. Was his daughter alright? Was she alive? Had the Prophesy happened?

He burst through the doors, stopping at the unexpected sight before him. Percy, along with her friends, was kneeling over Luke's body, tears streaming down her dirty face.

"Percy?" He managed out, relief sweeping over him. His daughter stood to her feet, wiping her tears away, looking the gods straight in the eyes.

"We need a shroud." She said steadily. "A shroud for the son of Hermes who died a true hero's death."

When Poseidon entered the throne room again he was met with the sight of Tyson holding Percy in a bone crushing hug. He walked towards them as Tyson finally released his sister.

"Dad!" Percy exclaimed when she noticed him. He let his eyes took in her appearance for a moment. She looked exhausted and the dark circles under her eyes indicated that she hadn't rested for a while. The Achiles curse had protected her from wound, but the many slashes on her clothes showed that she would have been dead if she hadn't taken a bath in Styx. But it wasn't her appearance that showed the change in her. It was her eyes that spoke volumes. There was a haunted look in them and thought she tried to keep up a happy appearance, her father knew better. This look should belong to a very old person, someone who had seen hundreds of years, not a twenty years old girl.

Without a word, he reached out and pulled her in a hug, feeling her bury her face in his shirt. "I'm so proud of you, Percy." He whispered in her hair. And indeed he was more proud of her than any of his other children. She had became a hero, greater than any demigod ever born before.

I know you've gotta try to be my hero

But don't you know the stars you wish upon

They fall, it's true

But I still believe in you

But it was not her achievements that had made her raise above all of them, Poseidon knew. It was her courage and loyalty that had led her to the top. And he was so proud. Not because she had defeated Kronos and led the army of the demigods, but because even after facing so much death and sorrow she had not let them break her spirit.

Percy brushed the tears from her face when she pulled away, looking slightly ashamed.

"No hero is above fear, Percy." Her father said gently, pacing his hands on her shoulders. "And you have risen above any hero."

If you ever need a place to cry

Baby, come to me

I've always known that you were born to fly

But you can come to me

Poseidon opened his mouth to say something else but Zeus interrupted him. He bit bat a groan of annoyance at his brother's terrible timing, before giving Percy a quick pat on the back and taking his place among the other Olympians.

He listened to Zeus long speech, teasing him from time to time, before finally the moment he had awaited came. The heroes were called forward by their godly parents and rewarded. He watched as they all received their gifts, but he knew that his daughter deserved more than any of them. She had been the one lead them to battle. The one who risked her life to stand against a titan and win.

"PERSEAS JACKSON," He called her when the time came and silence fell all over the hall. Percy stood to her feet and walked forward with her head held high, bowing to Zeus first, before kneeling in her fathers feet. "Rise, my daughter." Poseidon told her, looking around at the other gods. "My daughter has proved her courage, strength and loyalty to Olympus. A great hero should be rewarded. Is there anyone who would deny that Percy is deserving?" He let his gaze slip from face to face. Some of the Olympians did not really like Percy, he knew, but even those of them held a grudging respect for her.

"It is decided then." Zeus spoke up, breaking the silence. "Perseas Jackson you shall have one gift from the gods."

Poseidon saw his daughter's eyes widen for a fraction of second before she quickly composed herself. "Any gift?"

"I know what you will ask for." The king of the gods sighed. "If you wish it, I could give you immortality. You could be made a goddess and serve under your father's command forever."

Poseidon let his mind wander for a moment, imagining what his brother had described. Percy immortal, living in his underwater palace with him and the rest of his family. She could learn to get along with Triton and Amphitrite. His subjects would immediately accept her as their princess. He wouldn't have to watch her grow old and die.

And the seven seas you sail

All the winding road you're on

Leave you lost and feeling all alone

Let my heart be you beacon home

Oh, how much he wanted that future. But he knew his daughter. He knew her answer even before the words left her mouth.

"I must thank you for your generous offer, my Lords and Ladies." She said smoothly. "But I do not want to be immortal."

The sea god's heart ached as the vision of the happy future shattered to pieces.

"You reject out gift?" Zeus growled out, eyes flashing dangerously.

Percy shook her head quickly. "No, my Lord and Uncle, but you said I could have any gift I want. Do you swear to grant my wish?"

"Only if it's in our powers to do so."

She smiled slightly. "Oh it is. And it's very easy actually. But I want you to swear on the river Styx first." Poseidon held back a grin at her words. She knew how to draw a bargain. Though his brother did not seem pleased.

"Do you not trust us?" He growled.

Percy just shrugged. "Someone once told me you should always get a solemn oath." She said glancing at Hades. Zeus seemed thoughtful for a moment, before slowly nodding.

"We swear on the river Styx that we will grant any reasonable wish you have."

Poseidon nodded in agreement along with the rest of the gods and thunder flashed overhead. The deal was made. He looked towards Percy, curious of what she would want.

"I made a promise as well, you know?" She started slowly, her gaze far away as she remembered something. "I gave Luke my word that I wouldn't let what happened to him, happen to anyone else." She returned her attention back to the present, looking at the Olympians. "Kronos wouldn't have risen if it hadn't been for all the demigods that fought on his side. They felt abandoned and alone and with a good reason."

"Percy what exactly are you asking for?" Hermes asked cautiously, confusion and a bit of pain at the mention of his son, written all over his face. Percy straightened up a little, squaring her shoulders.

"I want you to claim the children of the gods. All children of all gods. I want them claimed when they reach fourteen and brought to camp where they could learn to survive. And all the minor gods and Lord Hades should get cabins at camp as well. Their children shouldn't be excluded. All demigods should receive respect. That's my wish." What followed was a moment of stunned silence.

Poseidon, though shocked, was not surprised by Percy's wish. Even in her moment of triumph his daughter was putting the needs of others before her own and he wasn't sure if he should be happy or sad about it.

"You ask too much." Zeus growled but Percy just fixed him with unwavering gaze.

"I hold you to your oath." She said calmly. "All of you."

"However hard it is to admit, the girl's words are wise." Athena spoke up and all heads snapped towards her. "It was a mistake to ignore our children and it almost led our destruction." The goddess of wisdom looked at Percy with a small smile. "I had my doubts for you, daughter of Poseidon, but you have proved me wrong."

"All in favor?" Hermes asked and every single Olympian raised their hand in the air.

Poseidon watched at Percy smiled in triumph, the old spark appearing in her eyes. He took a moment to admire the strong, beautiful, level headed young woman his daughter had turned into. She was no longer that angry girl he had met four years ago. She had grown up and bloomed and Poseidon had never been more proud to call her his.

His daughter, who had found her way into his heart since the moment he had held her in his arms for the first time, almost twenty years ago.

And he knew he would always be there for her, whenever she needed him to offer her help and comfort, because that was what parents did. And he would be a good parent to her, just as he had sworn to himself years ago. And it didn't matter that she was grown up already. He would always worry for her, because worrying came hand by hand with being a parent. And he would never regret it.

Because all the worries and fear the came with having a child, were worth it.

I've always known that you were born to fly

But you can come to me

When the world breaks your heart

No matter where on the Earth you are

You can come to me

So that's it. This story is over but I'll probably countinue writing One-shots about Percy and Poseidon so if you've got any ideas or something you want to read, PM me and I'll work on it.

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