AN: An idea I had to tap into how destructive the children born of Poseidon's bloodline can be. And how Percy growing up had something besides monsters to fear.

May Monsters Shield Me from Man (first look)

-Percy-

Percy bit into his pillow, trying not to let Gabe hear him cry, not wanting to give the man another excuse to hurt him. Percy's Mom was being kept late at work meaning she wasn't there to stop Gabe from hurting him, to laugh as he did so. The bruises under his shirt, placed where Percy's clothes would easily hide them, ache and burn.

Eyes flitting around, Percy glanced at the shadows of his partially open closet. He remembered his classmates talking about how they were afraid of a Monster under the bed, or a Monster in the closet.

But nothing in his closet or under his bed had ever hurt him before. It was just the MONSTER drinking beer on the couch in the next room over.

"Please." He whispered softly, salty tears running down his cheeks "Please…if you can hear me monsters…please save me and Mommy from Gabe."

Exhaustion began to settle in, his body aching from the tears and the beating as darkness consumed him. As he drifted off, he never noticed his tears dissipating into motes of golden light, offerings to the 'monsters' he had beseeched.

-Chrysaor-

Standing on the prow of his ship, Chrysaor the golden Sword stared out over the choppy waves of the Mediterranean. The ancient lands were a chaotic place still, but a place rife with plunder for those willing to fight for it.

"Please." The whispered voice of a child reached him, carried on the wind "Please…if you can hear me monsters…please save me and Mommy from Gabe." As he heard the voice, golden light dropped a few tears into his palm. The divine nature within them called out to him, spoke of a half-brother. A child begging his monstrous kin for aide even without knowing it?

This warranted looking into the situation.

-Kymopoleia-

Sighing in boredom, the daughter of destructive sea storms swam through the abandoned ruins of the first Atlantis. The gods had moved with the flame of the west, but she had been left behind. Abandoned and forgotten by everyone for the nature she had inherited from her father.

"Please." A soft child's voice that sounded like how Triton once did reached her ears "Please…if you can hear me monsters…please save me and Mommy from Gabe." As she listened, golden light deposited tear drops in front of her. The salty drops, different from the salty sea around her, screamed with her father's power.

"A little brother?" she was stunned before the prayer fully hit her, breaking her imprisonment. The blood of Poseidon called for her aide, begged for her protection. The earnestness and genuine plea in the first offering she'd had for thousands of years stirred the storms within her.

"Let us go see who would drive my brother to the arms of monsters."

-Antaeus-

Bored, Antaeus rested his head in his palm, watching yet another boring and routine gladiator fight in the ring before him. There were no competitors left with any spark, none who could excite him or offer a spectacle worthy of his father Poseidon. When the weak voice reached his ears, he was still stunned enough that he almost fell from his seat.

"Please." The voice pleaded "Please…if you can hear me monsters…please save me and Mommy from Gabe." Golden light placed salty tears on his palm, the salt containing the traces of his most honored father Poseidon.

"Someone would torture my kin, the blood of the Great Poseidon?!" Antaeus rose, "It would seem some fool has earned becoming a spectacle within my arena." None were allowed to kill his siblings before their time, not when they had yet to have a chance to glorify their father's name.

-Orion-

Letting out a calm steady breath, Orion sat within the depths of the forest, calmly preparing his meal. The death at the hands of his mother Gaea from her scorpion, and the subsequent centuries he spent reforming in Tartarus, had been enough to shatter Apollo's curse of madness. He was sure his father Poseidon had something to do with him getting out of the pit unseen and not being further relegated to the sky alongside that blasted insect.

"Please." The voice of a scared child made him think back to happier days with the hunt before the curse had caused the unpassable rift, of rescuing abused children with Artemis when he had called her friend "Please…if you can hear me monsters…please save me and Mommy from Gabe." Golden light filled the palm of his hand with tears. Tears that thrummed with the power of the sea.

Not only did he have a little brother, but someone had the gall to abuse that child.

Rising ominously, Orion clutched his bow tightly, artificial eyes gleaming in the night. He had a new target to hunt.

AN: So yeah, Gabe is in for a PAINFUL way to die and Percy now has a bunch of powerful and dangerous babysitters/role models that ensure he knows about the Greek world much earlier and has a much different education/mindset by the time he reaches camp.