The Sea's Storm

The Sea's Storm Issue #12

A/N. *Claps* Time for a review!

"I don't really understand the apple part. Is Atlas the real atlas from pjo or is there something else?

What's the secret Poseidon is saying?" -Adil Mubaraq

Well Adil, the apple was a real golden apple of immortality. As for Atlas, you'll find out next chapter. Not this one sadly, but hey, at least it's soon. Poseidon's secret is this chapter, so there's that.

Anyways, that's our only review, so, CHAPTER TIME!

A Week Later

     Percy stared in the mirror as he fiddled with his tie. He undid the knot and started again. Again, he did it wrong. He undid the knot and reset the video on his phone and played it again.

     He followed the tutorial on how to tie a tie, and still somehow he did it wrong.

     "Goddamn it." He muttered under his breath as he undid the knot for the tenth time that hour.

     Zoё came into the bathroom. She watched him struggle to tie his tie for a couple of minutes. "Do you want some help?"

      Percy turned to her. "Please."

     She came up close to him and started to tie the tie. She tied it perfectly on the first try.

     "How? You have to have witchcraft powers to do that."

     She patted his cheek. "Of course I do."

     Percy breathed in deeply.

     "You ready?" She asked.

     "As I'll ever be." He decided.

     They got into Percy's car, and drove to the funeral home. The universe seemed to have a sense of humor today, since The End was playing on the radio.

      Now, come one, come all to this tragic affair

      Percy pulled up to the funeral home, parking in the empty parking lot. No one had bothered to show up but them. Percy closed the door behind him as he and Zoё walked into the building.

     Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair

     The room was beautiful, and Percy hated it. How dare it be pretty when people were mourning their loved ones. Grand archways, high ceilings, and rows upon rows of pews made him think he was in a church. At the back of the room, where all the pews were facing, was a table. An urn was in the center of it, surrounded with flowers and pictures of the deceased woman.

      So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot

      Their footsteps were the only sound in the room, echoing in the massive chamber. It was a massive difference from what a funeral usually was. Only two people, dressed in black, the only ones remaining to mourn Sally Jackson.

     You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not

     They stared at the table, full of items, with the urn being the centerpiece. The pictures of Percy's mother smiling at the camera brightened the room, despite how much it seemed to want to be in darkness.

     "I'm going to go to the bathroom." Zoё whispered in Percy's ear, before leaving the huge room.

     Percy shakliy breathed in, wanting to cry, but having no tears. The scent of the sea filled his nose as someone appeared next to him.