Percy Jackson does not belong to me, but my character does.

I feel suffocated all of a sudden, and then a light, I feel hands holding me all of a sudden, I hear voices in the background, I can't see, I struggle to open my eyes, I cry out. I feel exhausted. And next thing I know I am asleep.

"Hey, my little girl, are you hungry?", I hear a woman's voice, her accent sounds different. I open my eyes, I feel panicked, I am tiny, this woman is either a giant or I am really small, 'What happened?' I think, then all of a sudden, my memories come back to me, I have just been reborn, the Fates, they spoke to me 'I can't remember what exactly they said to me. All I know is that one, I am hungry and two I was chosen to be reborn. Fantastic!'.

I'm 6 months old now, and so far I am doing okay. Its been rough but I have no choice in this. My mum, Sally, is really amazing and beautiful. I love her already. Her accent though isn't that great but I have gotten used to it. I am in the world of Percy Jackson, the world of the Greek gods. And my father, I haven't seen him yet. My mum looks sad sometimes, I think its because of him.

I can't sleep right now, the joys of childhood is an overactive mind, and the attention span of a fly. I'm alone with my thoughts. I miss my mum, Sally, I can't explain it, I feel lonely, but I don't want to wake her up, she has barely gotten sleep over the past week, cause I got a flu and kept her awake most nights.

I hear a sound at the front door, I hear footsteps in the house, they are too heavy to be Sally's. I sit up to face the door to see, I am ready to yell out. I see a man's silhouette. He comes closer to my cot slowly, I can feel power radiating from him, he feels like home, 'this must be my father'.

He sees me looking at him, "Hello my son", he says softly. 'Geesh, is he blind? Shows me just how much he knows', I think.

He picks me up and gasps, "A daughter, my first daughter", he laughs joyously. "What is your name darling?", he asks. 'Well I can't answer that', I think.

"Her name is Rhea", I hear the voice of my mum say to my father. He turns around. "Sally... I wanted to come but I couldn't. How have you been? I can't believe I have a daughter, thank you Sally", my father says.

"I've been good. Tired though. She is a joy to have. I have missed you Poseidon", she replies.

"I've missed you as well, you look as beautiful as ever", my father replies as he hugs me tight to his body. 'This is getting awkward for me, they are sharing a moment and here I am, just staring between the two'.

"Come, let me make us some coffee, we can catch up", she says. My father nods and follows her to the kitchen with me in his arms. My father is wearing Bermuda shorts, with a beach style T-shirt. As a baby, everything fascinates you, and that doesn't change just because you are reincarnated. So here I am pulling at my father's colourful shirt, playing with the one pocket, putting my small fist in and out. I hear my new dad chuckle as he looks at me.

"She is beautiful Sally", my mum nods and hands him a cup filled with coffee.

I can feel my hunger rising, and my mum can even see it. She prepares my milk (awful stuff), and hands the bottle to my father.

"Here you go Poseidon, time for your first feeding", she says to him, he stares at her a bit fearfully, "I don't know what to do", he replies.

She tells him what to do, and my hunger is sated for now, I can hear them chat more, but I am losing focus. "You could knock next time", I hear my mom scold my dad, and those were the last words I heard.

I wake up the next morning, staring at the bars in my cot, they feel like a prison. I didn't even see my dad leave, I feel tears gather in my eyes and I start to cry.

My mum comes in, even when she fed me she couldn't get me to calm down. I don't know why I can't calm down.

After three days, my mum looks like she is at her wits end, I see my mum pray to my dad to come.

I realized that I have to try and control myself, my poor mum.

Not even half and hour later, there is a knock at the door, I'm hiccuping in the living room, my mum just went to answer the door. "Sally what's wrong, you look awful?" I hear my dad's voice.

I hear her hug him, "Rhea has been crying non stop for the past few days, right after you left. Nothing I do can calm her down, she hasn't been sleeping well, eating well, she is not sick. Please can you help", I hear my mom beg. 'Damn, I have been terrible at this'.

I see my dad approach me, "Hello daughter" I look at him and start crying, he picks me up and tries to soothe me, its not working, 'he left me, let him suffer as well'.

"Shh, its okay, daddy is here", he swings back and forth with me in his arms.

He sat there for an hour with me in his arms, hiccuping again. I'm exhausted, and so is my mom, she fell asleep next to him probably about twenty minutes ago. He lays back with me on his chest. And we both fall asleep.

Time Skip

So my dad has been visiting on and off for the past year. Trying to keep it secret. I am nearly two years old. He and my mum are good friends. They have been a great team, but its getting more difficult for my dad to stay. He spoke to me one night when he came to visit, and said,

"You know, it's becoming more difficult to keep you secret, and if I stay longer you will be in even more danger, your scent will become stronger and the monsters will come. My brothers can't know that you exist, especially your uncle Z. He will have no qualms about killing you. I can't have that. You are so special to me. I've wanted a daughter since the beginning, and I lost hope long ago that I would have that. You gave me that hope again my daughter. Soon I will have to leave you, you will probably hate me in the future, but that's okay, because at least you will be safe".

'I wish I can tell him that everything is going to be okay, I'll forgive him because I understand'. But all i can do is babble.

Unsurprisingly, one night my mum and dad were sitting and chatting, and I was playing on the ground close to them, I think I was around 10 or 11 months old, time is a bit tricky when you are a baby. I spoke my first word "Mamma", following with "Dadda", when I wanted to show them how I played with my Teddy Bear. Of course they were ecstatic, and so was I. Finally I was growing up, and soon I would be able to do things for myself.

Time Skip

I just turned two years old. My mum and dad are both here. I got some cake and presents from my dad and mum. I could speak really well for a child my age. My dad bragged that I was superior to his brothers' kids that came before me.

In the background I could hear them talking quietly, "I'm sorry Sally, but the time has come, I have to go soon, next time I come would be my last time. My family is becoming suspicious. They will notice soon. I wish you could come live in my domain, I can protect you and little Rhea better there..."

I can't hear anymore of what they are saying, my ears feel blocked and my vision becomes watery. 'No, I have to control myself, I knew this day would come'. I breathe hard.

I stand up and go to them with my red, splotched face, "Daddy, I don't want you to go", I say to him. Both of them realized that I heard them.

He replies to me softly, "I love you, you know that right?", he asks and I nod.

"I love you and that is why I have to leave. Its dangerous for us to be together daughter. I would love nothing more than to keep with me. One day you will come and visit my home, Atlantis, under the sea, you can swim with the dolphins, meet your big brother Triton, and even talk to the fish. But for right now, you will have to be brave daughter. Can you do that for me?", He asks again, and I nod, but reply, "I don't want be brave daddy. When will I see you 'gain? "

He replies a bit tearfully, "I'll come visit you again soon daughter". I lean into him, resting my head on the crook of his neck.

His last visit was a dramatic affair, meaning I was dramatic. I held on tight to my dad and refused to let go. He didn't have the heart to tear me from him. My mum had to do it. I don't know what came over me, family matters to me, and I was losing a big part of that. I wish I could meet the rest of my family but not until they don't want to try and kill me.

My mum suffered the most, she lost a friend, and the father of her child. She was prepared for it though. She lost a lot of sleep over the months to come. I often woke up crying out for my father, and I can sometimes hear him in my dreams, comforting me.

Every year so far my mum would try and take me to Montauk, where she and dad met. I would always ask her to tell me stories of him. She even told me stories of my big brother Triton. I'm going to be honest, I am terrified and excited to meet him someday.

I remember the story of Percy Jackson, I really hope that I don't have to go through the shit he went through. Those crappy prophecies, all those fights, death, loss, etc. I really hope I have a better relationship that he had with our dad.

I don't think I replaced Percy, I'm just from a different reality than what he is. He still exists but in another universe, this one is just parallel to that one.