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Percy Jackson, Son of The Sea
Characters: Percy Jackson, Sally Jackson (mentioned), Poseidon, Annabeth Chase, Zeus, Athena, Amphitrite, Aphrodite, Ares, Hera, etc.
Ships: Percabeth (mentioned), Sally/Amphitrite/Poseidon (mentioned)
Description:
Percy Jackson has always had a hard time in life, things come to a head in 2007, at the Winter Solstice when secrets come out and Percy learns a bit more about what Deities of The Sea are like. Part of my Percy Jackson AU Shorts, and Percy Jackson and his Confusing Parentage
Disclaimer:
I do not own Percy Jackson & The Olympians, or Heroes of Olympus, I’ve ignored Trials of Apollo as I haven’t read them yet. Please don’t sue me!
Throne Room, Olympus [Winter Solstice 2007]
The black haired fourteen year old stared at the ten foot tall Gods. Each had taken a place at their throne, and their child sat at the base. Annabeth with Athena and Thalia with Zeus. All the while The Gods and Goddesses around him debate his life, and ignore the protests of Artemis, he hadn’t expected that one, and Poseidon. A bang echoed through the room. The massive platinum doors Screecher over the marble and crashed into their supporting columns. At ten feet tall and raven hair that matched Percy’s perfectly a woman clothed in a shimmering sea blue dress stalked into the throne room. Her dress flowed out into a short train, like how water lapped against the shore. The bright red circlet made of Crab claws was nestled tightly into hair, hair that seemed to shift with invisible currents. Poseidon planted his face into his hands. Percy looked ready to melt into a puddle and disappear into the clouds that held up Mount Olympus. Before the Olympian Council, in all her divine beauty, was Amphitrite, Goddess and Queen of The Seas.
Her face was contorted and twisted like a mock of Alecto in all her Fury glory. The muscles in her arms tensed and flickered, her very presence was hot, almost burning, to the few Demigods. Percy grimaced at how Hephestaus and Hermes flinched at the power that wafted off the Goddess. She stopped directly beside Percy, who if he’d been paying attention, would have noticed her mocha gaze was locked on Zeus.
“These proceedings are for Olympians , Amphitrite. Not any God or Goddess who wants to participate.” Zeus sounded more exasperated than annoyed. “Please leave Amphitrite, the boy’s fate does not concern you.”
The water on Poseidon’s throne stopped. The air responded in kind. Zeus who had turned back stopped mid sentence. Percy felt the searing heat, a divine form, and Amphitrite’s dress was gone. Replaced by Celestial Bronze armour and Trident. Her circlet was now a full Greek war helm and a hurricane seemed to brew in her dark eyes.
“You would debate my son’s demise and expect me to wait outside? I am no damsel Zeus, or have you forgotten where Triton learned his skills to impart upon your daughter.” The hiss of her voice was like steam, her tone easily as sharp as the points on her trident, but Percy was focused on a single pair of words.
“Your son?” Zeus echoed Percy’s befuddled sentiment, alongside most of the other deities and Half-Bloods present. The youngest of The Elder Gods looked over to Poseidon. “ Her son?”
“I barely remember that night, two go- two deities got in bed with a mortal, and within a few weeks said mortal informed us she was expecting. It happens.” Poseidon shrugged while Percy gagged and wouldn’t meet his eye. That was way more information than he needed in regards to his conception. The Sea God looked down at Percy, he held a hand to one side of his mouth like it would stop Zeus or the other Gods and Goddesses from hearing his words. “Sally is not just another Mortal, she is Queen among them, but it’s easier to explain it to Air Head over here that way.”
Percy was really hoping his Uncle, The King of the Gods, Ruler of The Sky, and Drama Queen Extraordinaire, wouldn’t smite him for his father’s, step-father’s, words. This was going to get real confusing, real quick.
Amphitrite stepped forward, partially hiding Percy, and levelled a glare at Zeus. Now Percy, Annabeth, and Thalia couldn’t see whatever this glare was, their respective positions kept it out of view, but Percy could swear he saw Zeus shudder and possibly even a hint of fear in his eyes.
“Fine you can stay, argue your case, but the boy is still a threat and we will vote on the issue.” Zeus turned to Athena. The grey eyed Goddess had her gaze still locked on Percy.
“I withdraw my earlier comment.” Athena broke eye contact with Percy. “If our understanding of The Great Prophecy is correct then only a child of The Elder Gods could be the Prophesied Child. Percy Jackson cannot be said child as he is not Poseidon’s, or at least not fully, child. If he is Amphitrite’s then he shouldn’t be able to trigger The Prophecy. I withdraw my suggestion of killing him.”
“Daughter?” Zeus’ expression went flat. He looked over at Ares, the God of War seemed insistent on killing Jackson where he stood. Zeus was not so keen to risk war with his Brother and Amphitrite, or a fight in his Throne Room. “All for killing Percy Jackson please say Aye.”
“Aye.” Ares growls. The rest of them stay silent.
“All against say Nay.”
“Nay.” Echoed from all but two of the Deities. Zeus glanced at Dionysus and Hera.
“Abstentions declare yourselves for the record.”
“Dionysus abstains, I don’t care either way about Peter Johnson.”
“Hera abstains.” No other words leave Olympus’ Queen. Her glower aimed at Amphitrite said more than any words of hers could. Zeus glanced at all of his family and huffed.
“Percy Jackson, The Olympians have decreed you shall continue to live. You and your Demigoddess Friend are free to leave.”
Camp Half-Blood, Long Island Sound [The Next Day]
Percy and Annabeth sat next to each other. Their gazes pasted to the faded orange glow on the horizon, as waves barely lapped at the sands near their feet.
“So, you’re not Poseidon’s son. Think he’ll kick you out of his cabin?” The matter-of-fact question made Percy start, and Annabeth was almost knocked into the sand. She glared at him as he stared wide eyed at her. Annabeth’s grey orbs rolled in her head. “Gods Percy, I was joking, sorta, I doubt you’ll be kicked out of Cabin 3.”
“Well I wasn’t worried about that, but now I am!” Annabeth laughed. Her shoulders shuddered as she leaned back into Percy, a smile danced across her lips.
“You are a Seaweed Brain.” Annabeth looked out at the ocean, and caught sight of a woman in the waves. “It’s getting late, I should get back before the Harpies come around.”
“I’ll walk you back.” Percy was in the middle of rising when Annabeth set a hand on his shoulder, and flicked her eyes out to the waves.
“As sweet as that is, I’m pretty sure you have a more important conversation to have. Don’t get eaten Seaweed Brain, I’d hate to have to go to The Underworld to get you back.”
Annabeth walked away, and Percy glanced out to the raven haired woman who had stepped free of the surf. Amphitrite was clad not in a shimmering blue dress or bronze battle armour, but in a T-shirt and jeans. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and it drew attention to her mocha brown eyes. She looked far less terrifying, and her presence didn’t sear into him like it had in the throne room.
“Percy.” Her voice crossed the sand between them, but even its soft tone could break the off feeling that had settled in Percy’s bones.
“Lady Amphitrite.” She went for a step forward, but examined his face. She slowly curled until she sat on the sand, just beyond the water. Percy paused, this was his second time talking to a Deity on this beach, and both seemed more human than godly at that moment. A warm smile spread over her lips, as if she were reading his mind.
“I hope you know how many rules I’m breaking being here. Triton would be so disappointed, though your Half-Brother is easily disappointed in other’s actions.” The attempt at a joke only slightly eased Percy, it was like he didn’t know himself entirely anymore, especially when he was just starting to figure that out. “I thought I owed you an explanation Percy. Your mother, Sally, she is… Poseidon said it best. Sally is a Queen among Mortals. She caught your father’s attention, and in my jealousy I sought to find out what had attracted him to her. Instead of learning that, I found myself bewitched by her. I’m sure you don’t want to hear anymore on that front, so I’ll jump ahead a bit. During your fight in the creek, before your claiming, you healed in water. Such is a common trait of Poseidon’s Demigod children. We still weren’t certain who was more your parent at that point, and we felt it safer to have Poseidon claim you. The more I watched though, the more you manipulated water… I realised you might be more mine than Poseidon’s.”
“But Poseidon can manipulate water, can’t he?” Percy knew it sounded dumb the minute it came out of his mouth, but Amphitrite’s words had helped shed the awkward air, and now he felt dumb again. Her warm smile grew a bit larger.
“Poseidon may be God and Ruler of the Seas, but he was not born into them. I am a Nereid Percy, I am directly connected to the oceans, to water. Poseidon shifts currents and massive swells of water with ease, but he does that with his trident. Without his powers are more basic than mine. I am the one who manipulates water like you do. As much as Poseidon’s Demigod children draw strength and health from the water, mine would gain more. Your abilities are not just Poseidon’s or mine, they are a mix, no doubt because of your… interesting conception. You are more my child than Poseidon’s Percy. I just wanted to explain that I will not ignore you, nor do I wish to. Just like your Father, and yes he still is that, I am bound by Zeus’ laws. You have three parents Percy, and we all love you, never forget that.” Amphitrite’s hand reached into the water and her entire body began to shift into water. Just before she disappeared completely into the lapping waves a ghost of her voice reached Percy’s ears. “We both love you Percy. We are both proud. Here, a gift for you and your girlfriend.”
In the sand, a pair of corals. One a brilliant red, with an almost arrowhead look. The other a deep blue-ish green that matched the colour of his mother’s eyes whenever they went to Montauk. His hands pulled them out, his cheeks going crimson as he replayed Amphitrite’s last words. Annabeth wasn’t his girlfriend, she didn’t want to be right? Of course Aphrodite did happen to share Annabeth’s features more than not. Percy silenced those thoughts, he didn’t want to pass out before the Harpies came out. He turned back right before leaving to camp.
“Thanks… Mom.” Percy rushed up the hill and into Cabin 3 just before the Harpies appeared. If he’d looked back he might have caught the fading face of a woman as she smiled.