This is chapter four.
I actually now have a plot! Be aware, there will be Dark!Percy. If you don't like that, I'd stop reading in... about five chapters, I think.
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We didn't have to wait there long. The ocean was cold, but not overtly so; it was pleasant.
Like him.
We floated there, feet occasionally kicking out as I tried to peer out into the gloom.
Poseidon, send me a sign...
We continued to float, and I continued to stare off into the distance. Strange, but the far away light seemed brighter...
The light came closer, and it slowly changed shape, eventually becoming a beautiful woman.
She stopped in front of us, the Mako shark she was riding swimming into the depths unknown.
She touched my head. "Annabeth," she said, quietly, sadly. A warmth spread from her fingers, into my forehead, and then into my body proper. It filled me up, and suddenly my vision flexed and changed. I could see, perfectly, through the ocean. It wasn't exactly seeing normally, but I could still see everything around me, right down to the piece of drifting seaweed in the gloom fifty meters away.
I could also breathe perfectly, perhaps better than I could breathe air. When Percy- I tried hard not to flinch- had done it, it felt like there was a slight catch in my throat, like I supposed how people with asthma must breathe. That was gone.
She also touched Thalia and Nico. Their muttered exclamations confirmed that they also could now breathe like a fish.
Then she smiled again. "A gift from Poseidon. He wishes to bestow his welcome," she said. "Please follow me. He would like to talk to you."
The woman turned around, forgoing the shark and instead swimming away. Not knowing what else to do, I shrugged at Nico and Thalia, and followed her.
We seemed to be going in a downward direction, and I wasn't even surprised when the pressure didn't crumple us like tin cans. Poseidon didn't want to kill us. I don't think.
In the distance, a green blob appeared. As we drew closer, it drew larger. Finally, it became an intricate castle, with crenulations, sprawling courtyards, and eerie green lanterns. All underwater. It was amazing to think that this, this castle, could exist deep down in the ocean. But when you're a demigod, you get used to stuff like that, and it's kind of a normal occurrence.
We swam to the entrance, a carved set of wooden doors.
"These doors used to lead into the ballroom of the Titanic," the woman said. "Poseidon rescued them."
Nico coughed fakely, badly hiding the word 'megalomaniacal'. I frowned at him for being disrespectful.
Poseidon is my best chance for getting Percy back. I must stay on his good side...
The woman either pretended not to hear Nico, or maybe wasn't pretending. Either way, she opened the door for us, and we swam inside.
As soon as she closed the door behind us, the water mysteriously disappeared, leaving no trace it was ever in there. Also, mysteriously, our clothes were perfectly dry. More powers of the water God. If life was a lottery, being a demigod was like winning. Being a powerful demigod was like winning by yourself, without others sharing in your prize. Well, despite the monsters and stuff like that.
A monster may have taken Percy. If it has, I'll find it and tear it in two and consign it to the oblivion where it came from whilst its screams echoed in my ears...
I shivered. My viciousness was scaring even me. Normally, I wasn't a violent person.
I wondered, off–handedly, if I was going crazy. I had the moodswings, I had the sudden personality changes. Maybe Percy had been all that kept me from a mental institute after it happened.
The woman snapped me out of my reverie, opening another door set into the wall. This lead to an average sized room, where Poseidon sat in a throne.
"Lord Poseidon," I said, bending to one knee and looking at the seashell patterned floor. I felt Thalia do the same beside me, and Nico did too.
"Rise, heroes," Poseidon said, the power in his voice reverberating around the room, free and unrestrained, like the ocean. "We have much to talk about."
Like him.
I blinked back tears and stood.
It was dark when I woke up. It was the bottom of the ocean, so far down that no light could be seen above, apart from an extremely faint glimmer no one except a person with my eyesight would be able to see. Despite the lack of light, I could see where I was. I turned my head and saw faintly glowing celestial bronze chains, binding my torso and legs to something else I couldn't see. I could see the undersea oddities crawling around my feet, oblivious to everything.
I tried to remember where I was, and what I had been doing, shoving down the panic that was starting to engulf me. Nothing came to mind. It was blank.
I'm Percy Jackson, I thought, suddenly anxious, wondering if I'd lost my memory. My mother's Sally Jackson. Poseidon is my father. I am married to Annabeth Chase. Well, Annabeth Jackson, now. I live in New York...
"Ah, you're awake," a smooth voice said from a little way off. I knew that voice. I dreamt about that voice. It shared the same dreams as that purple eyed fucker.
"Kronos," I spat into the water. It came out as a blast of water.
He shouldn't have been able to hear me, but he could all the same.
"The very same. Hello Perseus," he said, stepping into the faint light that was cast by my chains. My prison, I realised now.
What the hell had I done to be in this situation?
"There's something I need you to do for me," he said in a silky voice.
"I won't do anything for you. Go to Hell," I spat at him.
"Oh, Percy," he said, feigning concern. "You're already there."
End chapter four. :D
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