I wrote this in simpler language than I usually do, 'cause, you know, it's who it is. And this one is sad :(

TYSON

Tyson was pottering around in Poseidon's undersea palace, making weapons and smiling to himself. Poseidon had said that he had NEWS! About PERCY! And ANNABETH! He couldn't wait to find out what it was. He was sure that bad Gaea was gone and good demigods had won, all by themselves. They were brave and smart. Good demigods.

Tyson watched fish swim by the window and waited for his daddy to call him. If Tyson interrupted an important meeting by running in-even though he really, really wanted to-Poseidon would not be happy, and Tyson wanted him to be happy! It was good for the cute sea creatures, like Rainbow, when Daddy was happy. The seas were calm and there were NO earthquakes. Yay!

"Tyson?" A voice drifted into the room, and the young Cyclops perked up. That was Poseidon's voice, which meant he got to hear the news!

Delighted, he raced out of the room, screaming, "DADDY!" as he ran down the hallway into the great throne room, whose big doors were thrown open wide. But he pulled up short when he saw his father, brow wrinkled in confusion.

There were no servants or guards or anyone besides his daddy, and he looked terrible. Poseidon's beard was much grayer than usual, and his normally happy green eyes were sad. In fact, his whole body was sending out imaginary waves of sadness, from the way he stared emptily into nothing to the clear grief on his face. He didn't look normal sad. He looked…broken. Yes, that was the right word. Like a machine that needed fixing!

"Tyson, my son," Poseidon said quietly, and even Tyson couldn't miss the way the sea god's voice cracked on the last word. "I have news for you."

"I know!" Tyson started to bounce with excitement. "Percy and Annabeth are coming home to visit! And celebrate their win against bad Gaea with good demigods!"

Tyson would later compare Poseidon's expression at his words to resemble someone feeling their heart shatter into a million pieces. "Tyson." His father's voice was incredibly soft and sad. "Oh, my son."

"Yes! I'm your son!" Tyson couldn't believe that Poseidon was STILL not telling him the news. What for? Tyson had already spoiled his surprise! Oh, no, was he sad because of that? He would have to make it up to him some way. Maybe he could-

"Tyson." Poseidon cleared his throat, interrupting his son's frantic thoughts. "I am afraid…that you've got the news wrong."

"Really?" Tyson frowned. "So the good demigods won't have a party with us here?"

"No, they won't. Percy and Annabeth won't, that is."

"What? Why, Daddy? Are they sick? Are they hurt?"

"No, Tyson. Percy and Annabeth aren't sick. Or hurt. And they won't have a party here with us. They will never be sick or hurt or have a party ever again. In fact, they will never live ever again." Poseidon's voice was as empty as his blank stare.

For a few happy moments Tyson was puzzled. But why wouldn't they-

And then he realized what his father was trying to tell him. Why he was so sad. What he meant when he had said that Percy and Annabeth would never live ever again.

"PERCY!" Tyson howled, tears welling up in his eyes. His vision blurred as sobs shook his body, and he screamed in horror and anguish and grief and pain. Indescribable pain. Percy was his big brother, who had loved him and protected him and befriended him when no one else would. And Annabeth was smart. Pretty and smart, and she loved Percy. That was good enough for Tyson. He was happy for Percy.

Or had been.

His tears came faster, and through them he could see Poseidon still sitting on his throne, frozen, tears streaming down his own face. He didn't get up to comfort his son, and Tyson didn't think he was even able to. Oh, Daddy, he wailed in his mind. Please tell me it's not true! Tell me it's a joke! A joke, like what the Stolls play on me!

But no one came to comfort him, and his daddy sat motionless where he was. So Tyson sat down on the cold floor and cried, all alone, lost in memories of his brother and the pretty girl together, happy….

And alive.

Ow! Stop doing this to me! Well, it's me doing this to myself, so I have literally no one to blame but myself. Ugh, how sad. Anyway, please review and let me know how this was and how I did!

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~ravenclawshadowhunter13