The Blood of Poseidon [Based on Percy Jackson]

Chapter 51~ Letter

Dear Percy,

If you're reading this, then something major has happened, and I won't be staying at camp.  Camp half-blood is the home I've known since I was 7, and you're the brother I've known since then. Which is why I had to write this, because I don't think I would've been able to say it to your face.

Hopefully I wasn't kicked out of camp for sacrificing Jay's life and hopefully we're all still alive that you could read this letter, otherwise I would've wasted an entire evening drafting it, only to be left unread.

I know you were suspicious of Zale, but I think he's a really great guy. He helped me train, he gave me useful tips and he may be even better than you (I'm joking...slightly.)
He's a great swordsman, and has incredible form even though he says he's a bit rusty from not practicing in years.

To be honest with you, I think I see a bit of Dad in him as well. I don't know if maybe dad blessed him when he was born, or maybe it's my mind playing tricks on me, but when we're alone, I could just see that wave behind his eyes- the confident, unrestrained pull of the ocean. But he looks away too quickly, and changes the subject before I could even mention it.
Please don't think I'm crazy for this. I know dad would never be at camp, and I know he wouldn't disguise himself as a demigod- not when he gave me this mission, and I ran because I was too scared to do it.

But one night I sat out on the shore, and I wanted to talk to him- tell him how sorry I was, that he should ask you instead, and that I know I'll never live up to his expectations because I don't use my powers fully- and I understand that.
So I talked to him, with the crashing waves in the background and there was no response but maybe he was busy. Then Zale, who I didn't even know was there, came up behind me, and said that I shouldn't say sorry and Poseidon will understand and he'll forgive me.
How I hope that is true.

He let me talk about my time in Tartarus, how I was tortured and just wishing someone would help. How everyday I could feel my memories slipping away to the point where I couldn't even remember my name, until it all came rushing back again- an effect of a Titan using his powers on you I guess.
And for the first time, I didn't feel like I was being judged, or pitied because of what happened, because he was just a calming presence and he listened to me. For hours on the shore, we talked and his life was interesting-pre camp Zale worked with sea animals!

You may hate him, maybe because he reminds you of Luke, but I beg you to give him a chance Percy. I think if you do, both of you will get along and be the best duo in swordsmanship camp has seen (After Jay and I- but I guess I owe that to you too because you taught me everything I know.)

I hope you forgive me for stabbing Jay, but Dad said it was the only way to ensure everything worked out, and honestly maybe it was the easiest way for him, but most difficult for me.

You don't know how many times I've stayed awake, with you talking in your sleep just two bunks down, wishing that you were chosen for his quest instead.

He refused to tell me what was the purpose of this great battle, or why it was so important for him to defeat Oceanus, when they've never fought before. I wish I knew because it would have possible made it easier, but he said if he did tell me, I wouldn't have been able to focus on the quest as purely just a quest- and he was true.
If he had told me before that his life was in the line, then I would've sacrificed anyone, if it meant that he lived. Because he would have done the same for me. And you. Despite how much I may try to deny it, I know he would have done the same.

But sometimes, I wish it were you, because I know you wouldn't have done what I did. You wouldn't have been a coward and sacrificed the love of your life to save everyone else. To save dad. No. You would have saved Annabeth, and everyone else, even if it meant that you sacrificed yourself. That's just how you are.