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Percy let out a heavy sigh as he walked down to the beach at Montauk. He looked around. Nobody was in sight.
He had been at his mom's and his usual cabin for about a week now. Of course his friends and family were iMessage messaging every day. He was on a “vacation.” Or so he claimed. He was really trying to get away from life for a bit while practicing his powers.
You see, his powers had continued to grow as he had gotten older, but his parents and older siblings had been placing limits on what he could and couldn’t do. And he was sick of it. He wasn’t made of glass. For Zeus’s sake. He had won two wars. Two. Like all capital letters.
So here he was, standing at the very edge of the beach. Water lapped at his feet every time the tide came crashing in.
Reaching out his senses, Percy closed his eyes. He felt a tiny whirlpool begin to form in his hand.
As Percy stood on the beach, the whirlpool in his hand started small but quickly grew, spinning wildly like his own tangled emotions. It pulled in water with a fierce energy, mirroring the chaos he felt inside. The swirling force seemed to tug at him, almost knocking him off balance.
The power seemed to intensify, and Percy started to feel a bit worried. He felt a tugging sensation in his gut. His control was starting to slip. Oh my gosh, panicked Percy internally as he tried to get a hold of his out-of-control powers. The whirlpool had moved from his palm to the fricken ocean in a couple of minutes.
Percy was starting to feel rather lightheaded in his attempt to control the raging sea.
All of a sudden, the ocean went still. Percy sagged to his knees in relief as the growing pressure in his body released itself.
A rather tall shadow appeared in his vision. Percy looked up to see his older sister Kymopoleia looking at him with gentle but concerned eyes. Welp, it wasn’t every day one saw the goddess of violent storms looking gentle.
“Little one,” said Kymopoleia as she knelt next to her brother in the sand. “Are you well?” asked the goddess.
Percy heaved a sigh.
“Yes, thanks. I don’t think I would have been able to hold that much longer,” declared Percy.
Kymopoleia's expression turned from concerned to stern. She held out a hand for Percy to take.
Grabbing his older sister’s hand, Percy was gently pulled to his feet. His sister began walking them towards the cabin Percy was staying in. Kym’s grip was so tight Percy was practically being pulled. He didn’t even have to walk.
“Kym,” began Percy only to be hushed.
“We will talk inside the cabin,” said Kymopoleia firmly.
“But Kym,” whined Percy, only to be tucked under his big sister’s arm.
“Ow,” yelped the demigod as three hard smacks landed on his backside.
Then he was back upright, being pulled towards the cabin. Point understood thought Percy as they finally reached the cabin. Kymopoleia was quick to maneuver them back towards Percy’s “room.” How she knew which one he always used was beyond him.
Opening the door to Percy’s bedroom, Kymopoleia led her little brother into the room before closing the door behind them.
Percy took a seat on the bed and watched his sister pace back and forth in front of the door.
Kymopoleia took a deep breath and released it before she stopped directly in front of Percy.
“What in the heck were you thinking, Perseus?” exclaimed the goddess. There is a reason we put limits on what you can do. You couldn’t have severely injured yourself. Frick, you could have died,” she said, looking her little brother in the eyes.
Her point seems to be getting across because Percy looked ashamed of his actions.
“I just wanted to prove I can handle it,” blurted out Percy. “You guys treat me like I am glass and not the savior of Olympus,” exclaimed the demigod with a hint of bitterness in his voice.
Kymopoleia paused, and her expression softened. Taking her brother's chin in her hand, she tilted Percy’s face up so he would meet her eyes.
“I... we know how capable you are, little storm. We make the rules we do in order to protect you. We have failed you. We should have been protecting you from the very start. But we are going to fix that. I love you so very much, Perseus, and so does the rest of the family. It is because we love you that we make the rules we do. And I will not stand for watching you be so reckless with your safety. Not when you mean the world to me,” declared the goddess.
Percy felt a few tears fall from his watery eyes.
“I love you too, Kym,” said the demigod with a small smile.
Kymopoleia returned the smile before letting go of Percy’s chin and sitting on the bed beside him. She patted her lap, causing Percy to let out a tiny whine even as he complied with her unspoken request.
He pulled his pants down before laying across his sister’s lap.
“I will let you keep the underwear this time, but if this happens again, Perseus,” threatened the goddess.
“It won’t,” promised Percy.
Kymopoleia adjusted Percy’s position slightly so that his legs were trapped by hers before bringing her hand down in a loud smack.
Percy let out a hiss as the first swat landed. Bur Kym didn’t give him time to process it as she continued to lay down harsh swats all across Percy’s backside.
“Owwww, Kym,” cried Percy as the heat continued to build.
“Kym,” Percy whined as a volley of harsh smacks hit his bottom. “I am sorry. No more.”
Kymopoleia simply adjusted Percy started targeting his sit spots.
“You will never be so reckless with your safety again, Perseus,” scolded the goddess.
“I won’t,” wailed Percy.
Kymopoleia laid down a few more swats before stopping the spanking.
She rubbed her little brother’s back as he cried into his arms.
Fixing Percy’s pants, she quickly pulled him into a tight embrace.
“It’s all done, little storm,” reassured the goddess.
“You hit so hard,” cried Percy.
“Do you want me to make sure you still have a butt, little one?” teased Kymopoleia.
Percy’s crying slowly died down as he gave his sister a half glare, but there was a smile playing on his lips.
Kym picked his cheek.
“Glaring isn’t nice, little storm,” teased the goddess with a smirk.
Percy stuck out his tongue.
“Can we play some Uno?” asked the demigod.
Kymopoleia gave her little brother a smile.
“Of course. Shall we invite Triton, Benth, and Rhodes?”
“Yes. We will crush them,” exclaimed the demigod smugly as remembered the last time they played uno.
So both brother and sister stood up, heading to the the fireplace in the cabin (hearth) to go bug their other siblings. No doubt it was going to be a chaotic evening.