HA ! Did you think that my summary last time of this chapter was what I'd do? Please people - my writing has an element of surprise!! Thanks for the review ad guys - Sally is OOC because she is only a late teen/in early twenties here. She still has to go through the stage where he leaves her, and then that pregnancy stage, and then that bringing-up-child stage.

Annabeth was already stunned beyond wonder, and I was just gobsmacked. Atlantis actually existed- and I don't know how I didn't that particular one coming. The greatest underwater myth of all time, and that too my mother had seen.

I turned my eyes to Grover who actually looked like he would pass out.

"G-man?" I asked.

"Yeah," he whispered in a weak voice.

"Whatsup?"

He looked at me pithily and said, "Atlantis was one of the greatest underwater wild places ever created by the gods, namely Poseidon. He gifted some of its life source to Pan, knowing that it would exist forever. But following the Industrial Revolution and sea mining and the black plague – Atlantis was ruined to bits!! What if Pan is dying? What if because Atlantis has been ruined he's been hiding – because he's breathing his last breath?"

"There is sense in that, Grover," Annabeth said soothingly. "But I'm quite sure that Pan survives, because you heard his request only recently. I'm sure he won't disappoint you by appearing in some withered, fading form."

Grover wasn't at all reassured, but he looked calmer because he trusted in Pan not to let him down. I decided it was time to change the subject.

"I'd like to go to Atlantis one day."

"Oh me too!" Annabeth squealed. "You're mother can describe well – I really want to go study the actual ancient Greek architecture and the surviving capacity of such an ancient island, which was originally underwater!!"

"My dad knows how to think: he got the island above water. That's way too cool."

"Yes, yes it is." She smiled at me. "And maybe one day it will be yours."

"I was thinking the same thing," Grover said. "You are an indirect owner of it too…so you can claim it if you want to, and then we can rebuild it…."

It sounded good, yet I said nothing.

"Now I really want to read on…" Annabeth whimpered. "But it's time for our weekend activities."

On getting to the breakfast tables where the rest of the campers had been lounging, talking and waxing shields, sharpening swords, we sat down on a log around the fire and rest a while before Chiron came to us.

"The war will start soon – I can feel it. It's a weird buzzing in my blood…"

"Well," I started. "I know Luke is trying to revive Kronos…so isn't that what he'll do first?"

"Yet, it just seems so expected that he should come here first and destroy the tools of the gods."

"Relax," one of the handsome boys from Apollo cabin came over to us and smiled. "Chiron – you should calm down a little already. I know that there won't be a war this year."

"Thank you Anthony, but 'this year' isn't exactly reassuring." Chiron sighed miserably.

"Sir, my father is the god of the prophecies, and you can't trust me?"

"There, there, now." Chiron chuckled. He walked away with Anthony to talk on more.

"You know, there's nothing much to do right now," Annabeth sighed. "I feel a little weird that way, because I know that I'm really worried, yet I feel so helpless."

"We should enjoy this time," Grover sighed. "May be all we have before the war."

"Well, I just can't stop thinking about the diary. It's so beautifully written, and I really feel like reading more," Annabeth whined.

"Well what are me waiting for?" I said getting up. The feelings were mutual.

Grover grumbled something about "love" and "Hunters" but I pretended to ignore him, and it wasn't hard seeing as Sally's diary had taken me half way there.

Annabeth fervently flipped through the pages and found the bit she was at from tracing it with her fingers. She smiled, and moving her legs excitedly, she started to read with a dramatic, narrative voice.

"Dear Diary,

Should I read this is a few years, I'm sorry future Sally – I couldn't help it!! Atlantis is too amazing for me to even remember yet talk about even!! It was such a beautiful place and I was stunned at the architecture, and I didn't want to make notes for my diary at all. Not at all. I was too stunned to notice it.

Lying here, on this bed, I really can't remember everything about Atlantis-

I remember the whitewashed walls glimmering under the sun. It looked exactly like Hawaii and Malta combined, and the innards of the city were clean and paved well with ancient mosaic tiles. The whole place was too blue – and it was in all sorts of blues – azure walkways, baby blue marketplace walls, and though the outside of the city was white, inside was blue and blue and nothing but blue – and right at the middle of the place was a huge winding stream with a petite chocolate brown log bridge over it. I remember seeing all sorts of exotic seaweed plants and underwater cacti plants everywhere – unrestrained, or potted, and they were still robust and full of lustre as they stood majestically, most standing limply since underwater, they were used to swimming like stalagmites.

The people were very different – though they walked erect, disguising themselves as humans dressed eccentrically in Greek clothes, I could see that they were of all sorts – mermaids, Hippocampi, sea snake-women and other beautifully gorgeous things. This was Poseidon's land.

I remember walking around, and I remember seeing everything everywhere – Atlantis was too mythical to talk about – how can I talk of it? Can such a ting even be explained?

Choose your most blue, most exotic under water unique Greek village. Then design it with the most deep-blue-sea accessories you have ever imagined. It was twice as beautiful as that.

I'm under a blue blanket on a nice, big bed, and right to the right of my bed is another one, where Poseidon is sitting, his reading glasses hooked on his nose and his lamp light reflecting light onto his thick novel. I think he was reading Tuck Everlasting, but who knows. I can quote word by word his comments just a few moments ago on our talk.

"So," he started, sitting on my bed and smiling at me. "What do you think of Atlantis?"

I couldn't tell him how much it meant to me, him bringing me here. Atlantis had been…off the hook!! It had been amazingly fantabulously fantastical, amazing, brilliant, awesome, remarkable, splendid, grand, overwhelmingly astounding, marvellous, and fulfilling and most breathtaking!! How could I possibly tell him all that?

I really didn't know how to phrase it, so I did the most unexpected thing; I jumped to my feet on the bed, ran to him, and hugged him around the neck as hard and as passionately as I could.

He seemed stunned, but he intertwined his large yet soft arms around me too.

"Well, I'm glad you liked it," he grinned at me, placing me onto his lap and ruffling my hair.

"I can't explain it – it was…it was…"

"Don't say anything, I know what you mean."

I thanked him silently and smiled too.

"One thing, though, Sidon," I started, a little confused now. "The first time I met you, I couldn't see you for who you were, but the next day I was able to. How come?"

"Well," he mused. "The first time I met you, I transformed myself into a human so that I could touch you without giving you a tingly feeling on your skin – the effect of most gods on mortals. There I was actually human, yet on the beach, I appeared to you after in my true self, and I let the Mist cover me."

"Ahhhhhh," I said, as if from an epiphany. "What is the Mist though? You never explain it too well."

"Well, if any magical disturbance appears around mortals, the Mist is instantly brought with it, and it disguises the magic to put another illusion in human minds, seeing as we want our secret world so well protected."

I kind of got the gist of it.

"Sally," he said, a little distracted.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Do you believe in love and first sight?"

I was stunned for a moment, He was asking me, and he was sort of suggesting that the girl might have been…well…me. But what would I say? What could I say? A girl without experience, what could she say?

"I think love has become a much downgraded thing," I started. "It's lost nearly all of its truest meaning which was definite at first. But I believe that true love is there for those who want to find it, which can experience it. It is a force ready to envelop anyone who sets their mind to it. True love is a seriously rare thing but love at first sight even rarer. I guess "sight' implies to looks, so that's not entirely the most "true love" thing you should be with someone for. I think it's the deepest, most unpredictable quality that you must treasure, and use it to rely on the person you love. Why do you ask?"

"Aphrodite said to me once," he smiled, "that my path of love will be long winded and rocky. I have already separated and gotten together with so many women – I have had fifty five children in real life, yet as she told me, I have not found true love, until now. She told me that my love would be directed towards a clear sighted mortal, and ever since I have met you, I have felt a different type of love for you. I believe it is true love."

I blushed.

"But the thing is – I'm completely plain. I've been with you for like three days now. How can you find love at first sight in….me?"

"Well that's the thing," he said, excited, on his knees. "I don't know whether I like you or love you, and its just this weird tingling in my heart."

How weird. That's exactly how I feel thinking of him.

"Ditto," I told him. "Even I like you," I said, blushing heavily.

"Well," he said. "It's a little too early in the stage, but I was thinking, since you don't have a place and I just wander about, do you want to-"

He paused, and frowned.

"Come with you…?" I finished the sentence for him.

He shook his head, and immediately, my heart turned to lead and dropped to my disturbed bowels.

"It's too dangerous for you." He frowned again. "Should there be an emergency, it would be putting you in grave danger."

"This is so cliché!" I yelled, getting up and walking about. "The hero of my life just takes me to a mythical underwater paradise island, makes me the happiest person I've been before, and so we decided that my being around him is dangerous? Don't you realise? I have seen these monsters you're worried about! I have passed them! They ignore me unless I talk to them! I am safe against them because I am human – they can't harm me, because I am too insignificant!"

He sighed, "Yet I'm not insignificant. They will find me and you too."

"And do you not have your other two powerful brothers who WILL step down to help you? Are you not as powerful as your father? Are not most the other gods derived from your family roots, and you being the oldest ones of them all?"

He shook his head, "but I have forms even I would not want you to see. It is only best that we are not seen each other."

"Because it is dangerous??" I yelled, flabbergasted.

"Yes."

"Don't you get it? You're in love!! Are you going to thro me away?"

What was I saying???

"Of course not!" He fired up. "I love you and don't want to see you hurt at all – however abnormal it may sound right now."

"You like me as a friend, yet you're ready to through the only true friend you have at the moment??"

"I'm not throwing you away!! I'll tell Aphrodite to give you a soul mate!"

"Will that give you peace, knowing that you lost a good friend just because of an assumption that's he was too fragile to be with? I've heard of this before – I was once friends with a girl called Stephenie Meyer who's had this idea in her head of the exact same thing!!"

"At least you'll be safe! I care about if you're alive – I acted foolishly, bringing you to my world, and I only did so because of my heart!!"

"And I know your heart is in the right place, Poseidon, but now you're listening to your buffed up head!"

"My head is not buffed up!!" He went red.

"It is a figure of speech you idiot!!" I was screaming, really.

"Great- so now I'm an idiot for not knowing that and wanting to keep you safe!!"

"STOP BICKERING!" I yelled. "Shut up! You don't even know what you're saying, and you're letting your mind take over your heart!! Why do you want me gone?? Am I that bad??"

"I love you!" he yelled. "I love you and I know it, and you are not at all bad, Sally Jackson!"

"Well, letting love get between your presumptions and true emotions isn't right-"

"Aphrodite says the same things – and yet her advice is too meaningless!!"

"Call me Aphrodite then!"

"You're better than her okay? Don't compare yourself!! Stop whining!"

"Stop bickering!"

"I would if you could just understand that I don't want to leave you to the mercy of the raw outside WORLD!"

"AND I DON'T WANT TO LOSE THE ONLY ONE I'VE EVER LOVED LIKE REALLY IN MY LIFE!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THI-"

Mid yell, I felt tender lips pressing themselves gently into mine, their dry softness caressing mine slowly and deliberately – and then the wet, yummy skin brushing mine. The pressure was so activating – instantly, my eyes closed of their own accord and I squeezed the lips back, not knowing what I was doing. He had started it. A tear rolled down my face and landed on the floor, forgotten. I only thought of this sensation pulsating so strongly through my body-

He put is arms around me in a soft yet tight bear hug, that didn't allow me to move. He hugged me harder and his lips pushed forward with more pressure, as if each move he made was fuelled by his incomprehensible love for me.

I was breathing heavily, moving mine now – this way, then that way, until he held my face straight and took it one level forward – tongues.

I was lost in bliss, surprise and love. My heart pumped erratically, not only blood circulating around my body, but now a new type of serum – that one of commitment and heavy, sugary worship.

He let go of me, lip sand all, and hugged me as tight as he could, laying his head on top of my brown, curly hair, and he snuggled his head inside them, like he was holding on to me like I was the last thing he had.

And now, I could perfectly see him on his bed, determined not to look my way. He was deliberately counting on the "silent treatment" to repel me, and only so that I could go back home and be safe.

I couldn't help it diary. I went right to him, held his hand, blushing, and did the last thing I wanted to.

"Thanks," I said, sniffling.

"For what," he said, with a poker face and a strained voice.

"For giving me the only teenage experience I've ever gotten. Thanks you're the first to kiss me."

"Likewise."

That was quite surprising. Never been kissed by a girl?

I sighed. "Sorry for getting overboard over something so trite. But I can help you."

"I don't see how."

"We'll figure that out-" I giggled.

He looked at me, the corners of his mouth twisting up. His expression softened.

"You're really beautiful when you giggle." It made me blush.

"You're so pretty you won't even believe it yourself." He kept on staring at me.

I looked at him shiftily. "Well, I can't complement you because you're beyond awesome. You're hot, you're gorgeous, and you have a personality that amazes me,"

"Likewise," he laughed. "When I met you, ragged and worn, your attitude took me by surprise, and I was so thrilled to see someone like you – someone I hadn't met in years in years. There's hardly anyone in the world as Sally-ish as you."

There was a pause in which I smiled.

"Sally, why don't you come sleep here? It is late, and yet it will get cold because of the sea breeze, and you might fall sick."

"Okay," I said, and even though I knew he didn't mean it in the dodgy sense, I went to him, with my quilt and sat down.

That is where I had asked him for a moment, and I had gone to my bed while he read again, and I wrote all this down.

I refuse to show this to him even though he's asking me for it. I can't – it's the locker of my heart, and I won't let it loose, not even to him.

The last thing I wanted to say before I close the diary to go sleep next to my new God love: a kiss from the heavens was my first and best kiss ever, and I don't think any other sign of love can match how much his lips on mine mean to me."

Annabeth closed the diary page, and flipped back to the beginning, and that same picture of Poseidon with Sally glimmered in the afternoon light. They looked so happy.

"They're in Atlantis," she pointed out some seaweed pots and a tiny stream with a bridge in the background. It looked so tropical; I couldn't believe I hadn't seen it.

"This explains my mom's entire blue craze," I said, my voice cracking from how much I wanted to cry because of the way Annabeth had expressed my mom's emotions. "The blue is a memoir to her of the time she went to Atlantis. That's why she's so obsessed with blue."

"I think I'm about to cry!!" sniffled Grover.

"Don't!!" Annabeth and I both patted Grover, though the two of us were channelling his emotions, and were already feeling the same giddiness after reading all that.

"There is just so much love in the world!!" Grover sniffled again. "I wish I knew my parents' first meeting."

"Me too, with my parents of course," Annabeth added.

"I really think mom should do well as a novelist," I commented. She really would earn big, and maybe we could live in some fancy place where she'll be known."

"Your mom knows how to write really well," Grover said. "I'd love to read her books."

"And though I'm dyslexic," Annabeth started, "I can read your mother's stuff easily, because it connects to me, and I'd too be excited to read her books!!"

"I still think it was a pretty short entry," I said.

"The diary entry? Yeah it was. But that's only due to the fact that she couldn't write much. She must have been speechless from the visit to Atlantis. I would have been," Grover smiled at me.

Annabeth, instead of commenting, flipped to that same diary entry, which had ended perfectly on the right-hand side page. She flipped that over to show some black, rough writing: some diagrams of eyes, glazed, and gorgeous tridents-

And a poem.

My mother wrote poems???

This time, I wasn't dyslexic enough to not comprehend what was written; in fact, I read without pause or problem the beautiful poem she had written:

"To throw away life seems like such a waste

Even to those of the worst luck, the meanest taste

Because in every chance lies an opportunity;

Just learn to seize it, and trust your immunity.

His green eyes materialize in my sight;

Every moment, every second, every night;

His arms are always around me, and I feel home-

I've never felt such love; I could run from Manhattan to Rome.

The ecstasy that paralyses me on his touch;

The electricity that jolts my sinews is too much.

His feelings are likewise, as mutual-

Like Aphrodite is putting upon us a ritual.

There were moments where I could sense a dream;

The ridiculity of it all, the nonsense, the tip of the dream cream.

Yet I choose to live a dream, have it never sever,

The love I have for him, let it be there forever;

I pray to you fate, thank you for this opening…

I hope in my destiny, you see our love ripening."

I sort of thought it wasn't all that brilliant, but it had so much feeling in it; I could help but be touched by it. And I was Percy Jackson, a boy, and it was touching me. This was an occasion.

I left Annabeth and Grover to go to their cabins to mop up for themselves – their eyes were bloodshot and wet. I was left alone with the fluffy pink diary.

I leant back and landed on my back on the springy grass, only to stare full int the face the pleasant blue sky, azure blue and clear. I could almost see through it my imaginary view of my dad, almost as if he were reading her diary over my shoulder, from way, WAY high up.

What would it be like if I read his diary?

Should I read his diary? Sure, I wouldn't know where to start-

No. My dad's views would be too Poseidon-like. I wanted to know my mother more, as she was really the actual parents who had looked after me so carefully all my life.

I hope, if she ever finds out that I have her diary, she won't get mad. All I want to do is to know her, consequently attached to my quest of getting to know my father better.

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