Author's Note: Did any of you got confused on the last chapter? Well, hopefully this answers your questions. BTW, you guys should leave reviews. Seriously. Please? I got 6 reviews but more than 50 followers? I could take anything, even flames.
~Kinda short, I really don't know what else to write. Is there anything else you guys are confused of? Oh, sorry for not updating by the way. I promise I'm alive, but I have other stories to update, and I'm busy this week. I promise I'll write an extra long chapter next time. Oh and by the way, Apollo comes in on the next chapter. Yay:)))
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Favor
Poseidon thundered out of his throne room, feeling anxious yet ecstatic.
The balance must be restored,
Two strings tied with a chord.
He knew it has something to do with his daughter's situation. And he knew he will need the help of a friend. He wanted to beat himself up. The answer was so obvious, he might have plucked his eyes out because he didn't see it before.
But first he needs to make a little detour just in case his suspicions were incorrect.
Poseidon gripped his trident and teleported to a temple in Greece. He didn't really care that there were tourists milling around, visibly shocked to see a middle-aged man suddenly burst through the air, holding a huge staff and wearing a full greek armor. The sea god merely winked at the small child staring at him open-mouthed, in which Poseidon swept past and continued along the hall of the large temple.
Tapestries hung from every wall, and huge statues of mythological creatures and greek tragedies flanked every corner of the hall. Tourists hurried along as the tour guide pointed to various paintings and told them its history. The paintings might just be myths to these tourists, but for Poseidon, it was more like a humiliating photo album of his godly relatives. How much Hermes would pay for all this blackmail material, he doesn't know.
Poseidon stopped at the end of the hall and carefully walked through the wall, which, of course, wasn't a wall at all, just a fabric of the mist. The sea god found himself in an underground temple, thousands of years older than the one above. Even a powerful god such as him could still feel shivers by walking through the creepy place.
In the middle of the room was a large table, and the walls around were carved with ancient disasters. The battle of Troy, the burning of Rome, even dating back to when Kronos ate his children. Poseidon felt himself gag.
"I see you've come to seek our advice." said three raspy, ancient voices.
Three old ladies wearing black robes appeared at the table, one holding a yarn, one holding a watch, and one holding a pair of shears. The three ladies all looked at Poseidon.
Stepping forward, the sea god spoke. "I'm here to question the prophecy that my servant has informed me. Is it true that you issued it?" he asked firmly.
The three ladies weren't fazed. "Of course." They said altogether. "Especially when it involves the fate of someone so fragile."
"Is this about my daughter?" Poseidon asked, worriedly. "She's cursed, and I need to protect her."
"So much potential." The first woman held out the yarn.
"Yet so little time." The second lady said as the third one took her shears and snipped the chord.
Up above, a scream of a little girl was heard.
"What's gonna happen to my daughter?" Poseidon asked frantically, getting impatient. "Is it true? Only a marriage can save her?"
But the three ladies merely looked at him in pity. "The balance must be restored." They said, their raspy voices staining the air. "Two strings tied with a chord."
And with that they disappeared, leaving an empty underground temple. Poseidon sighed and closed his eyes.
Meanwhile, Leto, mother of Artemis and Apollo, stood at the top of Mount Cynthus, the place where she gave birth. She was shocked to see the sea god walk towards her.
"Lord Poseidon, what brings me the honor of seeing you?" She nodded respectfully.
Poseidon breathe in. "I have, an incredibly huge favor to ask of you." He said seriously.
"And what is it that would make you travel here and ask me?" She wondered.
He gulped. "I have a daughter." Leto stared at him, uncomprehending. "A half-blood daughter." He continued.
Leto's mouth fell wide open. "Oh, dear gods." she muttered.
Poseidon raised his hands. "I know, I know." He rubbed his temple lightly. "I don't know what to do. She's in danger. Someone is trying to kill her, and now she's cursed and dying. Leto, please, I need your help." Poseidon ranted.
He stared pleadingly at the goddess, who sighed. "Fine, since you are one of the few gods I actually think has a brain." she decided.
Poseidon's eyes lit up. "Thank you! I am forever in your debt." He bowed respectfully in thanks.
"No need for that." Leto waved her hand dismissively. "What I want to know is, how exactly can I help you?"
The sea god smiled mischievously. "Well first, this meeting never happened." Leto nodded. "Second, where is your children, Apollo and Artemis?"
Leto merely shrugged. "Doing their duties, Artemis is still a maiden goddess. And Apollo is fine with being the sun god." she said.
Poseidon smiled. "Leto, what would you say if I your son and my daughter would be arranged to be married in the future?" He clasped his hands hopefully.
Leto frowned. "Why? What good will that do to you? Besides, why would you give away your only daughter like that?"
"Please, you don't understand. It fits with the prophecy the fates gave me. The balance must be restored, two strings tied with a chord. It's their powers. My daughter is cursed to with ice, and she'll need the sun to balance it out. Only a marriage can restore her powers and heal her." Poseidon stammered, yet Leto was uncomfortable.
"I don't know, what would Apollo say?" She asked.
"We can just tell them when they're ready, my daughter is just 6. I need that to happen if I want her to live. Please, help me save my daughter." The sea god practically threw himself at her feet.
"Okay, okay! Let's have our children be married." She blurted out. Poseidon beamed.
"Thank you!" he grasped Leto's hand. "I promise, my daughter will marry your son on her eighteenth birthday, and when she is healed, I will repay you." Leto merely nodded. Poseidon beamed once more and stepped back.
"I have to go, I need to see my daughter. Please, take this as some sort of down payment." Poseidon waved his hand and disappeared.
Leto merely gasped as a blue, gigantic castle with ornate windows and gates of pearls appeared right on top of the mountain.
Meanwhile, back at Atlantis, Poseidon appeared and sat down on his throne, pondering.
He had just given away his precious daughter, at age six, to someone she haven't met yet.
But of course, considering that she would die if he didn't find a way to heal her, what he did isn't really cruel, right?
Poseidon sighed. At least his daughter will marry Apollo, and not some useless jerk like Ares. Still, what would his daughter say? He's pretty sure Apollo would at least give the relationship a chance, but Percy? Never. She's as stubborn as a rock.
"Daddy!" a perky voice squealed. He looked up and smiled.
His six year old daughter ran towards him, her soft, raven curls flying in the air. She smiled and giggled, showing her white teeth and little dimples. Her sparkling emerald eyes complimented her fair skin. Poseidon smiled. His daughter has grown so much, he could practically see the beautiful woman she would grow up into. He would skin Apollo alive if he dare reject her.
"Daddy, can I ask you a question?" Percy climbed unto his lap and looked up at him.
"Of course you can. What is it?" He said softly. Percy pouted, obviously nervous about her question. She looked down and mumbled.
"Daddy, am I really your daughter?" she said. Poseidon cocked his head, eyes wide. "Why would you say that?" he stared in confusion. "Who told you that?"
The little girl looked sad. "Nobody." She shrugged. "But, why am I different? I saw Triton practicing with Delphin, and he could hold water. I can't. The water keeps turning into ice." Percy looked up at Poseidon, her eyes glistening with tears. "I'm not your daughter, aren't I?" she asked.
Poseidon shook his head vigorously. "No, no. Percy, you are my only daughter, and Triton's your older brother. I know it's hard, that you're different. But even if I could change anything, I wouldn't change a thing about you." He gently wiped his daughter's tears, who smiled at the gesture.
"But why am I not like you?" she pouted. The sea god smiled.
"Yes, you are. See your hair?" he pointed at her silky raven locks. "It's the same as mine. And your eyes? Only a child of mine can have eyes as beautiful as yours." Percy laughed.
Poseidon looked at his daughter lovingly. "I know your powers are…a little different." Percy looked down. "But you're still my daughter, no matter what." He spread his hands and they hugged, both of them smiling.
"Love you daddy." Percy said.
Poseidon grinned. "I love you too."
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