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Chapter 01 In the name of love, I chose Ignorance as my eternal bliss.
Four-year-old Percy Jackson was sitting in the back of her mum's car, sadness in her eyes, knowing what happened was her fault. She does not know how she killed the snake or how she woke up with it tangled next to her, but she knows she will not be coming back to Saint Mary's daycare.
“I am sorry”, the soft sound of Percy's voice startled Sally as she looked behind her to see her daughter's beautiful sea green eyes with guilt and sadness.
“What? Baby no.” Sally said, startled out of her wondering thoughts while looking to her daughter's knowing eyes so much like her father, with those beautiful greens that you can only see in the sea swirling like currents. Sometimes she wonders if her daughter is also as clear-sighted as she is.
“I got kicked out of another daycare,” she said miserably, knowing that she caused more problems for her mom.
“It was not your fault, Percy. You and I both know it's not your fault. We have no control over what happened. They had no right to say that to you; you did nothing wrong”. Sally said with so much conviction and sadness at the situation at hand, knowing that nothing was Percy's fault and anger at the daycare for calling Percy a monster and being so cruel to her sweet little girl, who has so much kindness and care in her heart. Her sweet little girl will not be welcome there again, but Sally will be damned if she doesn’t make sure that daycare will be looking for new employees.
Sally is terrified of the day she will have to let her little girl go into a world she can offer no protection. She's terrified of what it would mean for them. She's terrified of what the Greek world will do to her daughter, a child born against an oath. For now, she hopes to keep Percy out of that world for as long as she can. It terrifies Sally that Percy's scent is already attracting monsters at such a young age; she will have to find a way to hide Percy from that well a little longer. If only she had known what kind of a monster she would bring to their lives in the name of protection, if only she had known how much she and her daughter would suffer at the hands of the monster she brought to their lives in order to protect Percy.
Percy was reaching six years old when she saw Gabe, her mother's boyfriend, and knew deep down in her bones of the Bruce ribs and aching cheeks that she would receive from him. She doesn’t understand what she is feeling yet or where she was getting those feelings, but she has a feeling she will know soon. She didn’t like him much, but didn’t say anything because she thought he made her mother happy. Percy loves her mother, for she can feel the deep, intense love Sally had for her like sea currents that churn around her, dragging her deep into her mother's embrace. But if only she had realised sooner, he made no one happy, only himself. Soon, little Percy will learn to hide bruises from her mum, how to lie with a smile on her face so that her mother would never know that Percy already sees a world yet beyond her understanding, a world her mother desperately tries to hide her from.
Percy was six years old when she wanted to get far away from Gabe and find her real father so he could take them away from Gabe. It was also the first time she had a weird dream of a young teen who gets separated from her sisters, only to be waylaid by a man of high lineage and laughed at by his compatriots. They outraged her with impunity, knowing their stainless reputations would act as an impregnable shield against any word she made that to speak. She saw another man come to the young teen who was now grieving near the beach with hair dark as midnight sky, with eyes that swirl green that change like the current of the sea. She watched as he helped her up in her grief, bringing her to the safety of the temple of his niece. Percy watched as a man who she could only describe as intense screaming storms and churning currents and tides of the deep ocean of crackling and quaking earth and thundering hoofs all put together in the body of a man.
He was powerful, but Percy knew deep in her bones that this man would never hurt her.
Thus began the Percys’ Journey of dreaming of the past of the stories her mum told her when they went to bed. If only she had known at that time how much of a gift and a curse the sight can be for a person. At a young age Percy realise she was not normal, that normal people don't see echoes in other people, what she will come to know as a person's aura, soon the bright ocean with in her will show her why she shouldn’t tell what she sees in people with their echoes, their past, their present or their future, for she had seen the fate of people who see too much.