Percia Jackson gasped harshly jolting up out of her bed. Her chest heaved with the effort to take in breath, body shaking from the lingering images of the nightmare.

What was that? She hadn't had a dream of such intensity since Gaea had been defeated. Never before had any of her siblings featured in her dreams, at least not the immortal ones. Was Triton dying? Impossible. He was too strong to be defeated. But then, why did she have the dream?

Pushing back the covers she slid from her bed making her way into the kitchenette to make some tea in hopes of soothing her rattled nerves. As she waited she glanced around her one room apartment located in one of the slums of Miami. A small ratty couch sat to one side, a broken coffee table with cinderblocks holding it up serving as her desk/kitchen table. She didn't have a TV, only a small radio that tended to produce more static than music. The carpet was dingy, but cleaner than it had been when she first moved in. The kitchenette had a small sink, counter and stove, the dilapidated fridge taking up the most space. Her futon, which masqueraded as a bed sat against the other wall next to the closet holding what few clothes she had. The only things decorating the walls were a few of the photos she managed to keep from her time at Camp.

Her sea green eyes wandered to those, studying the figures in them. One had her, Grover and Annabeth, just after her first quest. Another had her, Nico, Jason and Thalia. A few had members from both camps and even one large group photo after they survived the War of the Giants. Her favorites were of her, Blackjack and her brother Tyson.

Funny how it seemed like that happened years ago instead of just sixteen months.

Oh how far the Hero of Olympus had fallen. Going from the hailed demigod daughter of Poseidon or Neptune, depending on the camp, to a nameless minimum wage worker in Miami Florida, just trying to make ends meet.

She supposed she should have seen it coming. Everyone threw her away at some point.

Her mother Sally Jackson had met her father, the god Poseidon and had an amazing love affair with him, or at least she said so. Then she got pregnant and it went downhill from there. Percia knew her mother wasn't a bad person, but she had wanted more out of life. Instead she got stuck with a half blood daughter who had monsters coming after her, and was forced to marry smelly Gabe to keep them safe.

Sometimes she wondered why her mother didn't just give her up. Over the years she had steadily grown to ignoring her daughter, often leaving for days at a time. Percia had learned how to take care of the household and cook because gods knew Gabe wouldn't. The worst part of it was that her mother turned a blind eye to Gabe's treatment of her, only scolding the man if his 'discipline' led to a trip to the ER.

However such trips didn't happen often, as her powers were active from a young age. Water healed her many times. She'd known, even then how different she was. Her mother hadn't wanted to tell her, often changing the subject or just pretending the question never came up. The healing had been the first clue, then her ability to stay under water for long periods of time. Once at the Aquarium she heard the sea creatures speaking and had a rather informative conversation with a pony at the state fair their school field trip took her too.

While not the greatest student, thanks to her ADHD and dyslexia, she had a good mind and a very good memory. She understood early on to keep her abilities a secret, but it didn't stop her from developing them. Learning to call water to her, have fish listen to her for small commands, or perfect her healing techniques.

She also learned about the monsters.

A few had attacked her, but she found ways to escape, looking to the local street kids to teach her ways of avoiding them. Once she spent three months on the streets to learn how to survive, as well as get away from Gabe for a while. Sadly the police found her and took her home. Only the Fates knew how she survived that beating.

It took some time, especially with her disorder, but she finally pieced the puzzle together. Her ability to read Ancient Greek proved a big hint in her search. Though she hadn't truly believed it until the Minotaur attacked and Grover took her to Camp Half Blood.

There she truly learned about the Olympian gods and her father. She also learned about her role in the world. But she had accepted it, because now she had friends who treated her like family and a parent who was interested. She even had half siblings that she hoped would accept her.

Boy had she been wrong.

Sure almost everyone at both Camps accepted her; until her part was over and some new Hero came along. Her father paid attention to her, until he didn't need her anymore and his newest child took his time. And aside from Tyson, none of her half-siblings even deigned to acknowledge her existence, unless they wished to insult her.

It had all come to head only four months after the final war. Suddenly Poseidon's son Trent showed up. Only three years younger than her, he was the epitome of arrogance. Unlike Percia or Tyson, Poseidon had taken a more active role in his life, despite Zeus' decree and telling his other children how he just couldn't break the law. Like he didn't break the Oath he made on the River Styx either.

Trent strolled in acting like he owned the place, and surprisingly almost everyone fell in line. Only Percia, Nico, Thalia and Jason didn't fall for his superior act. Unlike her three cousins though, she didn't have the ability to get away from it.

Percia didn't want to leave the first place to actually feel like home. But soon enough Trent had the others turning against her until she felt she had no other choice but to leave.

So she hitched a train south and found herself in Miami. Given her abilities with sea creatures she managed to get a peon job at the local aquarium and somehow survived. Thankfully no monsters had seemed inclined to hunt her recently, though she still practiced her skills just in case.

Everything had been quiet and she almost felt content with her lot in life. Until now.

The whistle from the pot broke her thoughts and she poured the water into a mug allowing the tea to seep. Pulling out the honey and milk she let her mind creep back to the dream.

Something in her gut told her it wasn't just a reaction to the day-old sushi she'd had last night. This was more along the lines of the dreams she had once she started Camp Half Blood.

Putting the milk away and grabbing her mug she turned to walk out to the tiny balcony she lucked out on only to start in fright. Sitting comfortably in their rocking chairs, working on the threads of life, sat the Fates. Dread pooled in her stomach, remembering the other times she'd seen the women.

"The Sea is dying without his love," Clotho murmured.

"Only a Daughter of the Ocean can save them," Atropos continued on.

"For the Sea's Heart must be returned," Lachesis added.

"Or the entire world dies with Him," the three finished together.

That didn't sound good.

"Sea? You mean Triton? Triton's dying," she gasped in shock. "But… but that's not possible!"

"All things are possible, Daughter of Poseidon," they replied in their eerie way.

"Daughter of… Poseidon is the Ocean in your phrase. So I can save Triton? Right," she nearly begged. While her older brother may not have been the best to her, he was still family and the thought of someone other than him ruling Atlantis made her sick. No one would be as good of a ruler.

"Speak to the Ocean's Queen. She will tell you the path only you can choose." The three faded out like a ghost, leaving her apartment empty once more.

"Well this is going to be fun," she muttered irritably.