~PERCY~

Let me just say: being a demigod, well, sucks.

Yes, I can control the sea. Yes, I can breathe underwater. But I get all of this at a cost.

I constantly have to look over my shoulder for monsters. And I have nightmares. Not just normal, I-can-escape-them-by-waking-up nightmares, but nightmares that usual tell what is going on, what will happen, or in this case, what has happened.

Very terrifying.

Today was no exception, unfortunately.

I dreamed I was in a hospital room, which already screamed not good. Nurses and other hospital workers walked around me, not noticing I was there, because, well, I wasn't. As was normal in a hospital, most everything around me was white. But something didn't feel normal about this room.

That's when I looked over at the sign. (Which took me a while to read because I'm dyslexic)

Pre-Natal Intensive Care

I had no idea what that meant, but I had the sickening feeling I was about to find out.

I went into the room (without my permission, of course) and saw that the room was like another hospital. However, there was one difference: babies cried and screamed. I went to a room down the hallway, again without my permission, and walked through the door.

In the room, a woman with bright blonde hair was sleeping. Her face was pale and drawn, but she was sleeping soundly. Nearby, I heard ragged breathing, and saw a sight that made me want to puke, or cry, or both.

There was a little baby in a small long cylinder-thingy. They were surrounded by lamps and covered in little suction cups with wires.

But the thing that made me sickest?

The baby was like a pile of skin. No chubby cheeks or bright eyes. Only too large, dull, half-closed ones that seemed to be struggling for life. I wish I could say they were beautiful, but I'd be lying if I did. They had a pink hat on which was the only indication that she was a girl

I walked towards her even though I didn't want to, and stared down at her.

She didn't look at me, or even acknowledge my presence. She was probably too focused on trying to get air.

I heard a light knock on the door, and looked up.

A familiar woman with dark brown hair and tanned skin walked in. She was dressed in a purple toga and blue-green sandals. Her eyes and circlet were a matching blue-green eyes. I would normally call the woman pretty, if not for the cold, hardness of her eyes.

I knew instantly she was a Roman goddess.

Her voice was equally cold.

"So, you're asleep, eh?" She told the sleeping woman. "I am not surprised. I'd do anything not to look at that anyways."

I realized she was talking about the little baby, and felt my blood boil. I wasn't the softest person in the world, but at least I had a heart.

She walked over to us, and her power and cold persona radiated off her skin.

"So, I finally get to meet his daughter. Why am I not surprised he's not here?" Her words were filled with sarcasm. "He's probably ashamed to look at you." Then a cruel smile crossed her lips. "At least now there will be no way he will claim you. You're too ugly and useless!"

Before I could fire off a few choice words at the Roman she-devil, my dream changed.

A woman with blonde hair and fair skin and deep, chocolate brown eyes was sitting on a porch swing, singing softly. It didn't take me long to figure out the woman in the hospital bed and this woman were one-and-the-same. Although this version of her looked much healthier.

She held a baby in her arms and was rocking it and singing softly. She had a French accent, and was singing in the language.

Was that the same baby from before? I wondered.

It most likely was, but it was still shocking. The baby, like her mom, looked much healthier. And she was smiling, too.

I couldn't help but grin.

That is, until I saw a man walk out of the screen door.

He had sun tanned skin and was dressed in a purple button down shirt and khaki dress pants with some dark blue Roman style shoes. He had jet black hair and a small amount of matching stubble on his chin.

Where have I seen that before?

That's when he looked up at me.

And I looked back into my father's glowing sea-green eyes.