Think Greek - A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Daughter of the Gods

Frank huddled around with everyone else in the room, staring shell-shocked as the three girls told their story. Amy, it seemed, had fully regained her composure and was helping to tell the story, putting in details where Piper and Annabeth forgot them. They finished explaining, and looked over the wide-eyed group.

"This has never happened before." said Frank, mainly to break the silence.
"No," said Annabeth, "But you have to admit it makes sense."
People seemed to snap back to reality there, as if a blanket of confusion had been taken off the room. Murmurs of agreement ensued, and so did the opening of the side door.
Frank drew and loaded his bow with alarming speed, as well as all the others. The door creaked open, and there stood a tall man in a Hawaiian shirt sporting a black beard.
"Dad..." Percy murmured, walking towards him cautiously.
The God of the Seas held out his hand and shook Percy's with a smile on his face. Percy was unprepared, so the shake seemed more like a violent jerking of his hand. "Hello, Percy. It's good to see you, although you're not exactly who I came for." Poseidon looked at Amy. "Ah, my beautiful daughter, how you've grown! Just like your twin, eh, Amy?" Poseidon playfully elbowed Percy then strode over to where Amy was standing, her eyebrows knitted as if in mid-question. He pulled her into an overjoyed hug, releasing when Amy tensed. "I mean, I know I may have separated you guys at birth and all, but I knew you'd find each other someday-"
"Wait, wait just a second. You had twins with one of our moms, let her give birth, separated us and then left our mom? Yeah, real heroic. And what about me? I'm sure Percy over here has been getting special guidance from yours truly his entire life, while I do what? Wait here boiling in the sun till the day I die?" Amy's face was more hurt than angry at this point. Frank noticed she developed a slight country accent when she got mad, and it kind of scared him.
Poseidon looked over Amy's sad expression, then tried to explain the whole "gods don't take care of their kids thing" but stumbled across his words, finally realizing he may have gone a bit far with this one.
"I'm so done." Amy put her hands up and started to walk away when Poseidon did the almost unthinkable.
"Hi done, I'm Dad."

And for a split second, Frank thought Amy was going to punch her dad in the nose, but she didn't. When she turned around, she was laughing. "Okay, maybe you won't be so bad." A wide smile that looked scarily identical to both Percy's and Poseidon's spread across her face, becoming infectious around the room. Soon everyone was laughing, and Amy's hair had turned a pastel shade of orange. When everyone had managed to calmed themselves down, they noticed Poseidon had gone, but nobody seemed to care. They were all too happy. This Amy may not be so bad, Frank thought as he watched Hazel and her leaning up against each other laughing with a few of the others at something someone had said.