The Tide Walker

by infinitygalaxies.infinitystars

Princess Annabeth of Athens met Prince Percy of Helike when they were just kids. A few years later, Helike was hit by a tsunami. Annabeth and her best friend, Thalia (Percy's cousin), can't believe that Percy's dead. When they're seventeen, they hear news about a pirate, the Tide Walker. Why does he sound so alike Percy? ALL RIGHTS GO TO RICK RIORDAN. AH but with Greek monsters!

2. Chapter 2

Finally, after nearly forever waiting, Annabeth saw a carriage drawing up outside the palace.
"Mom! Dad! They're here!" She called out, alerting her parents of the arriving guests.
Annabeth followed King Fredrick and Queen Athena Chase to the door. As the servants opened the doors, Annabeth gasped.

The people were gorgeous. And they looked very different from her. While she had pale skin, blonde hair and grey eyes; these people had tan skin, black hair and greenish-blue eyes.
The family entered. The two Kings nodded greeting to each other, while the wives talked about food and stuff. Annabeth watched the family.
Upon sensing her gaze, the King looked at her and smiled. Leaning down to her level, he asked for her name. After she gave it, he outstretched his hand for her to shake. "I am King Poseidon. This is Queen Amphritrite." He indicated his wife, who gave Annabeth a wide smile. Pulling a tall boy towards him, he said, "This is my eldest son, Prince Triton Jackson." The boy bowed stiffly before turning to someone behind King Poseidon. "And this is our little bundle of trouble," Annabeth heard a small noise of protest as Prince Triton laughed, "this is Prince Perseus Jackson." King Poseidon moved aside to let Annabeth see his son. She almost started gaping at the sight of him. He had shaggy black hair, and mesmerising sea-green eyes. They seemed to reflect the mood of the oceans, or maybe he influenced the oceans. His eyes and the ocean seemed one and the same, Both seemed slightly… for lack of a better word… choppy.
"Papa! My name is Percy! We already settled this on the carriage!" He turned to face Annabeth. "I apologise, Princess Annabeth," he said formally and apologetically, bowing while he said her name, "but it appears to have slipped my father's mind that I have always preferred to go by the name of Percy." His wide doe eyes didn't stray from Annabeth's own eyes. "I would appreciate it, Princess Annabeth, if you called me Prince Percy." Annabeth jerked her head in agreement. She nearly started at his grin. It was so innocent, so young, that it almost seemed too much of a juxtaposition in relation to the maturity of his spoken word.

"Come, my friends!" Annabeth's father called attention to himself, pulling the Jackson family's gazes from both Percy and her, to Fredrick. "Let me show you around the palace! Annabeth, you may show Percy the child rooms, if you wish." He said. Annabeth nodded and looked at Prince Percy. Bowing, he held out his arm, as if to say 'lead the way'. Annabeth half-smiled and walked in the direction he pointed, at the last second, tugging his hand, as if to reassure herself that he was still there.