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After my chat with Hestia, I transported myself to Camp Half-Blood. I found Luke in the Dining Pavilion, eating dinner on the newly-made Chaos table. The other campers were talking in hushed tones, casting sidelong glances at my friends. What little chatter there was died down when I strode in. I didn't acknowledge the silence that followed me, just plopped myself down next to Epsilon.

"Anything interesting happen?" I asked, filling up my plate with pancakes. I remembered at the last second to make sure that it wasn't blue.

"Na. Campers are bit suspicious of us, but after the attack they just went back to normal activities. Where were you, by the way? All the gods got back ages ago."

"I was talking to a goddess." I replied shortly.

"Oh? Would that goddess be a certain hearth goddess, by any chance?" Jester asked teasingly.

"Yes. She and I were talking about me. She knows about my childhood." I gave Epsilon a look. I couldn't say that she knows who I am, just in case a god or goddess is listening. Epsilon's eyes widened. Across the table, Beauty giggled.

"Thysia likes someone." Beauty chanted under her breath.

"No, I don't. And anyway, she's a maiden goddess. Besides, I doubt she would return it." I protested.

"At least you are interested in someone else." Beauty said. "It only took you ten thousand years."

We all laughed at that. It felt good to let go. It had been too long since I laughed, a simple, innocent sound of pleasure. The campers looked at us oddly, but we didn't care. This was our home before it was theirs, after all.

"By the way, Epsilon, you'll be teaching compulsory swordsmanship lessons to the entire camp over the next week. The Olympians want to know if there is a traitor in camp."

"Sure." Epsilon sighed. "But I hope you're wrong about that."

"Me too." I turned towards Huntress and Angel. "You two will be teaching archery." They nodded. "War, you'll be showing them how to use a spear. Jester and Pranker, speed and knife-fighting. As for the rest of you, pick something. We need to make sure that the campers are prepared for what is to come. If the attack earlier was just a test, then they'll soon be giving us something more serious to deal with."

They nodded. "Sir yes sir."

I looked at my half-eaten food. "I'm not hungry any more. I'll see you in our cabin."

Omega looked at me confused. "What cabin?"

I smirked at them. "You'll see."

I walked out of the Dining Pavilion, heading towards the Big House. I found an empty patch of ground nearby and clapped my hands, focusing intently on the result I wanted.

The ground began to rumble and a pitch black cabin rose up out of the earth. Like the palace walls on planet Chaos, the black was dotted with stars and planets, steadily moving in a soothing pattern. The windows of the cabin were one-way glass, so people inside could see out but not the other way around. The big, heavy door had an old fashioned ring latch as a lock, but it was more than it appeared - if anyone outside of Chaos Army who had not been given specific permission to enter tried to open it, the consequences would be dire. Also potentially fatal.

The campers and gods that were nearby looked on in shock at my display of power. I smirked at them, greatly enjoying their discomfort.

I strode towards my cabin and opened the door, but before I entered I turned and looked at the half-bloods behind me.

"My cabin is protected. If you have not been given specific permission to enter, then the cabin will ... react ... badly to your presence. The last person who tried was disabled for life. I wouldn't risk it if I were you."

The campers cast wide-eyed looks of shock at each other as I finally disappeared to the peace of my cabin.

It was no bigger than the gods cabins on the outside, but on the inside it was considerably larger. The ground floor contained a lounge, complete with a TV, games consoles and games, board games and movies, a kitchen, a library, and a training room. The second floor contained all the boys bedrooms, and the third had the girls rooms. Each bedroom has an ensuite bathroom and is decorated and filled depending on the owner of the room.

Forge's room, for example, looked like a workshop. Beauty's room looks like a giant wardrobe, War's like an armoury, and Jester and Pranker's held all kinds of pranking supplies.

My room just looked like Montauk. I guess some things stick.

I tossed myself down on my bed, lying in a relaxed position and closing my eyes, before beginning the breathing exercises Chaos taught me.

I'm now the second most powerful being in the universe but due to the fact that Poseidon is my father and the nature of the sea, I still sometimes lose control of my temper, which can lead to me losing control of my powers. Considering that I have the power to obliterate fully half of the universe, Chaos decided that it would be a good idea to teach me ways to control my emotions. Since I have been and will be dealing with three thousand year old toddlers with astounding powers over the elements and won't die no matter how many times I try to kill them, I might as well try to shed as much stress as possible while I still have time.

I continued with my meditation long into the night, well after I'd heard my friends enter the cabin and head off to their respective rooms. Eventually I crossed the line between asleep and awake and I uneasily began to dream.

Despair clouded my mind as I lay helpless, tied up and at the mercy of the gods. They'd gone away for now, it was dinnertime after all, but I knew they'd be back soon. And when they did, my suffering would continue.

After the confrontation at my cabin, the gods had tied me up and announced my treachery to the whole camp. The campers were unwilling to believe it, but after the 'evidence' was presented most seemed to believe the gods. The ones who didn't take the gods at face value, who were mostly older campers, turned to the one who knew me best.

Annabeth.

Although Annabeth did not speak out against me, the campers took her silence as my guilt, assuming that she was simply too distraught to speak out against the one that she loved. I found that that action hurt me more than any other. Her cheating on me showed that she didn't want to be with me. Her staying silent at my very short and biased trial effectively sentenced me to death, all for what? Getting me out of the way for her new boyfriend? Surely she wouldn't have me suffer this just so that the way is clear for her to seek a new boyfriend.

I moved slightly in discomfort and hissed in pain as my wounds reopened. I tried to think of a way out of this, but gave up quickly. The gods had watched my quests since I was twelve, they knew my skills and wouldn't give me a chance to escape. Quite apart from that, I found myself wondering whether I wanted to. Mom and Paul were dead, and if I couldn't defend camp, what would I do? I didn't have a purpose any more. I bowed my head in defeat, and tears welled beneath my closed eyes. There wasn't any point in fighting it. I would die, and maybe it was for the best. Everyone seemed happier without me.

"Percy?"

I ignored the voice. Maybe if I pretended not to hear it, it would go away.

"Percy, can you hear me?" I finally quit pretending and looked up.

"Chiron?"

"Yes, m'boy. I would ask after your health, but ..." He gestured at me.

I rested my head on the floor and allowed my eyes to drift shut. "Yeah."

I could hear Chiron shifting uncomfortably. "Percy ... I am sorry this happened to you. I know you didn't do this, but most of the Olympians, they won't listen."

"I know. S'fine, Chiron. S'not your fault."

"Yes, well. I brought you something." I felt Chiron move closer and I hissed slightly as I felt him drip something onto the open wound in my arm. Seconds later, the pain plaguing me faded. It wasn't gone, but it hurt less now.

"Thanks, Chiron." I opened my eyes and looked at him curiously. "What did you do?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Hestia helped me to make it. Painkillers. She used her power to disguise it. Hopefully, no-one but Apollo should be able to see that it's there."

"No-one but Apollo?"

"He's one of the gods who said that you were innocent. Apollo, Hermes and Aphrodite voted that you were framed. Hestia spoke up in you defence as well, and Hades made a special trip up from the underworld to tell Poseidon that he was being a fool, but neither of them have seats on the council, so their word meant little. Also, Clarisse is loudly denying you'd do such a thing, even if the other demigods don't, uh, share that view."

"Huh. Stubborn Clarisse." Sleep tightened its hold on me now that discomfort wasn't keeping me conscious, and I forced out one last sentence before I fell asleep. "Tell them all thanks, from me, would you?"

I woke up with a start. Sweat covered me and I was breathing hard. Shuddering, I pulled on a shirt, jeans and my hood and stepped outside. It was in the early hours of the morning. My bare feet on the floor sent another shiver through me. I walked out and made my way to the beach. I sat down on the sand and rested my head on my knees. My eyes drifted shut, and I listened to the sea. No matter what world I'm in, no sea there is quite like the one on earth.

I felt a divine presence appear near me, and I greeted him calmly. "Hello, Poseidon."

"Thysia." I felt him sit down next to me. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

He has gotten younger again. This time even younger than when I was a demigod. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, and it startled me how much like him I would have looked, if I'd grown up. Despite that, his eyes were still marked with grief and sorrow.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "That's new." I commented.

He smiled sheepishly. "It's time for a change. And also ... this look is closer to Percy's age."

"Huh?" Confusion was undoubtedly written all over my face. "Why?"

He looked away. "Uh ... I ... guess that ... well, I figured if Percy decided to come back, he probably wouldn't ... want me to be his father anymore. After I disowned him. But I thought that even if Percy didn't want me to be his parent anymore, he might let me be his friend. Or at least not hate me."

I looked at him, then sighed and looked away. "He doesn't hate you."

"Anyway, couldn't sleep?" Poseidon changed the subject.

"Nope." I answered shortly.

"Nightmares?"

I hesitated before replying. "Sometimes."

"Can I ask you something?" Poseidon fidgeted. It really was freaky how similar we could be.

"You just did." I smiled.

Poseidon huffed out a laugh. "Back in the council meeting, when you first arrived and I was still fading, you said something to the council when Dionysus asked you why you thought you could help me."

My shoulders hunched forward defensively as I remembered. "Yes."

"You said that people you loved had died horribly painful deaths because of you before. If you don't mind me asking ... what did you mean?"

"I was married." I said quietly.

"I'm sorry." Poseidon said solemnly.

I could have left it there, but I found that I wanted to talk, to my surprise. I never really talked about it with any of my friends except Silena, and even then I couldn't share everything. They didn't understand. They wanted to help, but none of them had been through what I had. Poseidon would understand, though.

"I ..." I halted. "We had children. Three of them. Two boys, twins, and a girl."

Poseidon just looked at me, pain in his eyes. I could see that he knew where this was going.

"There was a war. A bad one. The enemy was in possession of a weapon that could kill immortals. Almost half of Chaos Army was needed to end it. My daughter was left in one of the safe outposts, my wife on Chaos Planet and the twins were commanders of the own sectors. My elite team had to go on a mission. The outpost was attacked." I took a deep breath. "None survived."

The sea around us had stilled, reflecting the emptiness I felt. A sharp breeze swirled around us. I took a breath and continued with my tale.

"My wife left after that. She chose a mortal life and settled on a peaceful planet. She died a while ago."

"I am sorry." Poseidon repeated.

I smiled faintly. "I know." And I did. I could feel the sincerity rolling off of him. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course." Poseidon said.

"What happened to Annabeth after Percy died? She isn't in camp."

Poseidon winced. "After the child Annabeth was carrying was born, it became obvious that she wasn't Percy's. All of us were angry with ourselves for being tricked, and once we knew that Annabeth had cheated on Percy, a lot of that anger fell on her. As a result she fell into depression. By the time her daughter was two years old Annabeth was depressed and close to suicidal."

I listened quietly, unsure of how I felt about Annabeth's pain.

"Her mother intervened. It is possible for Athena to bless her children with thought children made between the thought of her child and that of another person, even if they are dead. Despite the fact that Percy is gone, Athena was able to use a bit of his thought and Annabeth's to give Annabeth a second daughter."

I sat there gobsmacked. "Percy's a father?" I blurted out. It came out louder than I meant it to.

Poseidon chuckled. "Yes. That was one of the things that we were going to tell Percy, if we ever found him." He fell silent.

My head was reeling. I had another daughter. A sudden fear gripped my heart as I realized that being my daughter put her in danger. I really hope that she doesn't die. Losing another child might destroy me. I am far too loyal for my own good.

"So they are 5 years old and 3 years old?" I asked him.

"Yes. The eldest is called Charlotte, Percy's daughter is named Sally. They both live with Percy's mom, since they are too young for camp. Charlotte is very protective of Sally, the two are practically inseparable."

"They live with Percy's mom?" My voice was quiet. "I thought that she and her husband died."

"Yes, well." Poseidon shifted awkwardly, looking oddly like a five year old who's done something wrong. "We'd already abolished the ancient laws regarding our children. We decided to make an exception for Sally and Paul as well. We brought them back to life. Hecate made the mortals forget that they had died, and Hermes thought up a cover story for the couples absence. Apollo visits them once a week - therapy for their death. Apollo, Hermes, Hades, Hestia and Aphrodite are the only immortals either of them talk to any more. I told them what we did to Percy. It didn't go well for me."

"I would imagine not, from what I have seen of Sally Jackson." I imagined her reaction to Poseidon's news, and winced. I'm surprised she didn't try to stab him where the sun don't shine if he told her all that had happened to me.

"She won't talk to any of the older campers, either. She'll help them if they are in danger, but she won't make any of them welcome. She refuses to send either of the children to camp. The only other people that Sally will talk to in the mythological world are the younger campers and Chiron." He sounded depressed and sad. I kinda felt sorry for him, though I also felt that he'd gotten off lucky. If she'd been any less upset and any more angry over my death, she probably would have declared war on Olympus, and from the sounds of things, Hades and the others would have joined her.

"And Annabeth? What happened to her?"

Poseidon sighed heavily. "Monster attack. Sally had just been born. She took baby Sally to see Sally. Went out briefly to fetch coffee, and never came back. Empousa. Some chick in a cheerleading outfit called Kelli. Percy and Annabeth defeated her in Tartarus."

"Do you know who Charlotte's father is?" I asked quietly.

"A mortal boy in San Francisco, according to Annabeth. No one Percy was close to."

"In the council meeting," I began. "When Dionysus asked what I'd said to you to make you fight, you looked afraid. Why?"

"Because ... I've spent the last few years hoping that Percy would come back, that we would find out what happened. I was afraid that I'd heard what I wanted to hear, or that you didn't mean it and telling me that was just a cruel joke, because I don't deserve to know what happened to Percy."

"I wouldn't do that." I said quietly. "I've lost a child, and my wife did an excellent job of convincing me that it was my fault. You punish yourself enough, you don't need me to add to it."

The conversation ended there, and we sat in silence for a while until I felt my eyelids stat to droop. I stood up with a yawn, bade Poseidon goodbye and returned to Chaos cabin as dawn was brightening the sky. I fell into bed and a brief, dreamless sleep.

So, I'm really mean. Percy is going to have two possible relationships. Hestia and a mystery guy. The guy hasn't been paired with Percy I any of the fics I've read and isn't even in canon. You can guess who he will be paired with, if anyone gets it right I'll mention them when I next update. You can also let me know who you would rather end up with Percy. I won't promise anything though, it depends on how well my portrayal of the new male character goes.

Till next time, Shib. :)