~PERCY~

I awoke with a massive headache and a aching back.

What the heck? I wondered groggily.

Then I remembered.

I was floating on the Gulf. I had been knocked out by something, or someone.

But who-or what, exactly?

"Well, well, well, look who's awake." I heard a voice say sharply and cruelly.

I managed to open my eyes.

I saw a pair of sea-green Roman sandals in front of me.

My head jerked up in surprise.

My blood then froze.

Her brown hair flowed around her ageless, tanned face. Even now, with the purple and sea blue-green crown, she looked incredibly regal and beautiful, but that still couldn't hide the iciness and sharpness that was in her eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked. I tried to make my voice cold and menacing, however, it came out as a weak croak.

I felt like I recognized her, like I had seen her before-outside of my dream, that is, but I couldn't quite figure out who she was.

She gave a chuckle.

"I figured my attire would give it away. Or maybe that you've met me before, but I suppose you will find out soon enough, that is when she wakes up." She spat at the word "she" and gestured to the northwest us.

I knew she was talking about Aly. She had to have been.

"Percy?" I heard a groan from a distance away.

"Aly?!" I stomach flipped in fear for my sister.

I knew she couldn't drown in water, but still, I was worried. After all, that she-devil could still have hurt her.

"Percy? Where are you?" she was still groaning, but her voice was now stronger.

"Over here. Follow the sound of my-" the next thing I knew, I was thrown backwards, the water crashing against me.

It wasn't the water that hurt, but the force.

"PERCY!" I heard Aly yell as I felt the black spots dance in my vision.

I took a deep breath to keep blacking out, and forced my eyes open once again.

I then saw Aly near me. Her eyes were full of fear and worry.

"I'm OK." I managed to choke out.

Great acting skills, Jackson. I thought with sarcasm.

I stood up, trying not to gasp as my stomach flew into my throat.

"What did you do to him, you crazy witch?!" I heard Aly scream at the goddess.

The goddess chuckled.

"I'd have to do nothing, if you'd but give me what I want."

"What's that?"

"Your life." she replied.

"ARE YOU FREAKIN' OUTTA YOUR DANG MIND?!" Aly drawled out her scream.

The goddess rolled her eyes.

"Deaf and stupid." The goddess told her.

I felt confusion flood me.

"Deaf?" I echoed.

"Who are you?!" Aly demanded.

The woman rolled her eyes.

"Don't play games with me, girl."

"I really don't know you." Aly told her.

The still-unknown goddess searched her face, and then, when she seemed satisfied that Aly was serious, she threw her head back and let out a loud laugh.

"This is rich!" She laughed. "They'd told me they'd give me revenge, but not this! This is amazing!"

"Revenge?!" I managed, then remembered the first part of the prophecy:

Daughter of the trident lost by design,

confused by sea's jealousy.

Sea's jealousy...

blue-green...

met before...

"Amphitrite." I heard myself say.

Aly had looked at me.

"What?"

"Amphitrite. Goddess of the seas. My-our-father's wife. Our step-mother." I explained.

"Our step-mother hates us?!" Aly gaped at me.

"I am not Amphitrite." The goddess said. "I am Salacia, Roman goddess of the seas."

I saw Aly stagger backwards as if being slapped.

"You. You. YOU!" Aly hissed out the words as soon as she was able to again stand. Each word came out louder and sharper than the last.

The woman chuckled.

"I. AM. GOING. TO KILL. YOU!" Aly announced, her eyes filling with that fierce rage that I had seen when she was fighting Mrs. Dodds, but about 2000x greater.

"Try it." Amphit-Salacia dared.

Aly's eyes filled even greater with hate- and I didn't think that was possible.

The water around us roared and slammed into Salacia, who skidded backwards from the force. Aly took that moment to draw her sword off her neck. I would've helped, but I was in too great of shock to do anything but stand there.

Salacia laughed evilly and flicked her hand. Aly flew backwards and bounced across the water like a stone.

I started to jump in, when I saw Aly riding the waves, her sword held out in "fight me" pose.

I knew I wouldn't be able to pretend her harmless after that.

The way she looked as the water carried her at high speed toward the goddess was that of someone who had definitely had fought before, and was someone you did NOT want to mess with- that is, unless you wanted to have to superglue your neck back onto your shoulders.

I just hoped it would pay off against an immortal sea-goddess.

Well, well, well, what did you think?

Thrilling?

Hopefully...

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