A.N: Good day everyone or night or whatever time it is for you at the moment. I am very thankful that you found this story interesting enough to click the link button. So I hope I don't disappoint with this little prolog and you enjoy this story. My mother tongue is sadly in no way English, so please forgive me for any mistakes. I will try to get better myself and hopefully find a beta soon. But really that is like searching for that goddamn needle in the haystack. But I will not give up! (cue brave heroic face) Still if anyone is interested just say so in any way possible. Now I will shut up and let you read my very first story. Nearly forgot: Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Olympians is in no way mine and I do not get anything from this besides numb fingers.

Calm Sea: Daughter of Poseidon?

Prolog

Sally Jackson was always quite a special mortal. From the day of her birth, she noticed the strangest things. Not that she would call them strange because for her to see a horse with wings, a person with eight arms or a woman who had features of a bat was normal. Her parents when they were still alive would beg to differ.

Still she loved her parents more than anything on the world. They laughed with her, hoked around, and taught her a lot in the few years they had together. She was five years old when the accident happened. For a five-year-old girl who stayed with her uncle to be suddenly told that her parents were dead, was terrifying.

She felt utterly lost like there was no ground under her feet anymore and she just kept on falling. The light in the distance growing smaller and smaller. Never to be seen again. The mysterious, magical things in her surroundings didn't interest her anymore. Normally she kept looking for them trying to figure out what they were or why nobody else could see them.

But the death of her parents hit her hard, harder than even the mean boy's words and mean actions. Heck, she didn't even react to his actions anymore. She was just like a doll, like a marionette. Her body kept moving but her mind was chained.

After one month of this sad spectacle her uncle had enough, took her out of kindergarten and traveled with her all around North America. He educated her on plants and surviving in the wilds. So he taught her how to use a shotgun, knives and other various weapons and objects that could be useful in the wild.

Slowly but surely the life came back to her beautiful blue eyes. Her uncle Rich was very happy to help his niece in one of the few ways he knew. After nearly one year of travelling, he took her to Lake Ontario. The place where not too far of her parents' plane met the ground in the most horrible way. For both the ground and its residents as well as the plane and its inhabitants. Her parents who sat in it included.

Her uncle told her that her parents were always kind and loving people. They were considering and strong-willed too. If they got something in their head, it was useless and a complete waste of time to try to talk them out of it no matter how crazy it sounded. They were passionate of the things they loved.

Sally listened with more open ears and sharper mind to him as they sat together at the campfire near the shore of the lake than in years.

The place was breathtaking. Not in the so gruesome you fear to breath because of the noise art, but in the fear of breathing because it could interrupt this peaceful and magnificent sight way.

It was late. The moon and stars listening to her uncle Rich telling stories of her parents, the fireflies dancing around them in excitement of hearing of new tales to tell their family and the trees slowly falling in a deep peaceful sleep with the soft breeze to calm them.

Sally Jackson took a look around herself still listening with more than well over half of her attention to Rich and decided that her parents were in the right place if they died here. A strong breath of wind blew her brown hair away from her face in a soft caress.

She decided right then and there to be just as her parents were: passionate of the things she loved, sympathetic and kind to other people, strong-willed to fight with life itself and the fates personally, because honestly once was enough. Not another time would she get pushed down so fiercely without a fight which could go down in history.

Everything bad that life would throw at her she would hit bat as a curve ball. She wouldn't give up no matter how hard these times could be. No, she wouldn't go down without struggle like one of these princess girls.

So she decided to go and live her life like that. She grew up just as she wished she would. Experiences were her teachers and life her tutor. She read and listened to everything so that she could understand things better, understand people better.

This hobby started in her the dream to be an authoress and she wouldn't give up on that dream no matter what. This she swore on the grave of her parents themselves. Her uncle Rich was supporting her and her dreams as good as he could.

And so the wheel of time went on as she grew up and got older and wiser, but also a bit rebellious, a side-effect of being so strong-willed she guessed. She found out that the supernatural being she saw came straight out of the Greek mythology. She seriously hoped it would not extend to the gods too.

Because than all her hard acquired knowledge of science would go down the toilet. That would be a nightmare. Not even ''Saw'' would compare to the horror she would feel then.

She would probably go straight to her science teacher and tell him something along the line of '' You whole lifework is just a big accumulation of made-up shit, so please be so nice and stop telling us all this non-accurate nonsense. Good day!"

Sally would be able to call herself lucky if she didn't get thrown out of school right away with a homerun batted from her science teacher himself. The principal would probably be the one to push her into ball shape.

Not like she would do that; her poor science teacher wouldn't be able to take it that all his hard work would be for nothing. Understandable if you asked her. And hey the laws of physics still worked just fine, so it was still all ok. Besides the fact that tomorrow she had a science test she wasn't really prepared for... well shit. Time to learn!

A few years after her realization that at least the monsters of the Greek mythology were real and she was in her last year of high school her uncle Rich lost his fight against cancer. She dropped out of school in the beginning of the school year to take care of him. Small jobs she took from nearly every place that wasn't too shady to take care of him.

To Sally dreams and passions were important but family went over herself a million times. She would suffer through Tartarus itself if it was for the sake of her family. So no wonder it got her bad when he died but at least she was prepared. Still it hurt a lot. But like she promised she lived on her life and stood up again.

But really about now she was ready to call fate a bitch on her period and life a grumpy old woman.

Maybe she shouldn't even have thought that, because it appears that she forgot the best friend of life and fate. Can you guess who it is? YES that's absolutely right! Karma probably the queen of bitches herself!

And it seemed to be the case that Sally Jackson got a lot of karma built-up.