I haven't updated in forever. I know, I know. Here's the chapter you want! Or I don't know what you want, but…xD

TRITON

Triton paced in his room, glancing out the window every so often. He couldn't wait to find out why his father had summoned him. It wasn't every day he went into the royal court of Poseidon himself.

Alright, so he did go into the court every day, but it wasn't every day that he was so formally invited. Triton idly wondered what was going on. Perhaps palace renovations? Ever since the battle with Oceanus, when the palace had been absolutely wrecked, nothing had been quite the same. Triton found that he missed the way his home had once been. And, of course, there was also the fact that Perseus Jackson was on a dangerous quest that he would likely not return from.

Triton was well aware that Percy was Poseidon's favorite son. Strangely, he had come to realize since their first (and last) meeting that he did not envy the boy. Perseus had done many heroic things, accomplished what even Hercules had not, and more than lived up to the greatest heroes of Greece. Yet the story of his life was unsung; the tapestry of his life was only seen by those in it. The bards did not proclaim his deeds as they had once done for Achilles, and even the scrolls the mortals used mentioned him not. But still Percy labored to save the world, time and time again. It was a sad, thankless thing heroes did. No, Triton did not envy Percy Jackson.

But perhaps, every so often, he wanted to have the same love from their father as Percy had. He took it for granted. Triton would not.

Triton would have stayed in the same position, thinking, for the rest of the day if Amphitrite had not then entered his room. When he turned to look at her, he couldn't help but gasp.

His mother was a joyful goddess. Of that he was certain. But now, her eyes were dark, and the laugh lines around them marked stress instead of amusement. She held herself stiffly, as if afraid she might break. "Triton, my son, your father wants to speak with you. In the throne room."

Her voice usually lilted with the accent of the Nereids, but now it was strained. Triton cast his mother a concerned look before hurrying to his father. What had happened to make Amphitrite look so worn? Surely Poseidon would tell him, and they would figure out a way to fix it. After all, they were both gods, even if Poseidon was an Olympian and he but a minor god.

When Triton finally entered the throne room, he immediately located his father sitting alone on his throne. The guards and servants that usually attended him were gone, and Triton was the only other being in the court. Father and son were alone.

Poseidon looked as old as Amphitrite. He hadn't looked so aged since the battle against Oceanus—his hair was streaked with gray, his eyes were full of pain and his posture was not that of a proud Olympian god. It was of a broken, lost old man, who had seen all of the world's sins and none of its goodness.

Triton shuddered. His parents looked so ruined.

Poseidon spoke then. His eyes were so blank and his tone so flat Triton wondered if he was even speaking at all. "Triton, my son...one of my only sons."

Triton frowned. "Father?"

Poseidon sighed, a great heaving sigh that spoke of the same sadness his eyes showed. "The quest is over."

Triton did not need to ask which quest his father spoke of. There was only one quest of real importance going on. Still, a wave of surprise rolled over him. "It is? And…how did it end?"

"Badly. Well, not truly badly. Gaea has been conquered."

Triton let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Living in Poseidon's palace with his parents was a good life, but little news reached the bottom of the sea. "What else, Father?" For Gaea's vanquishing should not hurt his parents so. That couldn't be the only piece of news.

Poseidon took a deep breath, and Triton noticed that his hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. "Percy and Annabeth are dead."

Triton froze. "What?"

Poseidon said nothing, only closed his eyes and bowed his head.

Triton thought of Perseus Jackson. Now the tales of his life would never be sung, and his deeds would never be recognized. Now the story of Percy Jackson would go unnoticed by the masses, and none of the mortals would stop to gasp at his name. Famous mortals got more recognition then Jackson, yet he had saved their lives over and over again. Mortals, he thought with contempt.

Then Triton remembered that Percy's mother must had been one. He wondered what she was like. She must have been smart and strong and brave to have raised such a hero, and Chiron, the old centaur, must have done a good job with the boy to have molded Percy into such a strong young man.

Who was now dead.

Triton tried to find inside himself the hatred he'd once felt at the very thought of Perseus, but it was lost amidst his respect and pity. He truly didn't hate Percy. He only pitied him for dying.

Something occurred to him then. He was the sea messenger god. He could be the one to tell the bards the story of Percy Jackson, to finally honor him in death. And when Perseus was famous, everyone would thank Triton himself for being the only one who cared enough to continue the legacy of one of the greatest heroes of the age.

Yes.

Triton nodded to himself. Perseus Jackson might be dead, but his legacy would live on.

That wasn't sad at ALL. But anyway, review/fav/follow/request please?