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Athena's Handprint

Athena's PoV:

You know that groggy feeling when you just wake up and forgot what happened, and if you aren't at you own home you start panicking and end up slapping the person next to you? Yes, that happens to immortals too.

Anyways, that was what happened this morning when I was on the lounge chair at Poseidon's place, again. The lounge chair was huge- it was almost like a king sized bed and was soft and comfortable too. I could feel arms wrapped around my waist almost protectively. I could feel my brain expanding and deflating with anger; who dared to hold me like that?

At that point I hadn't realized that I was underwater, or that a school of fish was staring at Poseidon and I bemusedly, as if they were on their way to start rumors about a couple- whoah, where did that come from?

However, in this split second, I whirled around, whipped out of Poseidon's muscular arms and slapped him in the face as hard as I could with all my godly strength. This was the moment my memory chose to come back and my eyes registered the sleeping figure as Poseidon.

I gasped as Poseidon's eyes flew open, his eyes blazing with anger, like the ocean on a stormy day. They softened when they saw me, though, but I didn't feel any less embarrassed, especially with the golden handprint that was quickly forming on his face.

"Sorry," I squeaked, "I didn't mean to do that." I scrambled away and into the palace. That was a mistake, though, seeing that it was Poseidon's home, and he knew it infinitely better than me. I immediately flashed back to my room, knowing that he would run after me.

I flopped onto my bed, reflecting on the way things had become in the past few days. My daughter was going to think that I hated her, and she and Percy was going to be stuck in that pit for Zeus knows how long.

Thunder boomed.

Scratch that, even my father didn't know.

I conjured up a ball, hoping to forget my embarrassment. It was displaying a scene in Tartarus. Annabeth's arm was around Percy's and he seemed to be dragging her along. A group of arai snuck up behind them, but Percy already sensed them. He took out Anaklusmos, slashed the first row who was attacking him. I could hear Annabeth telling him that he shouldn't kill the monsters, as it would inflict a curse upon the killer.

The only option was to run, but they weren't in any shape to do that. They went back-to-back, but suddenly, Annabeth cried out. Her eyes were milky. The curse from Polyphemus. Percy, hearing her panicked cries, redoubled his effort, and slashed through the rest of the arai. I shivered. Even witnessing the scene was gruesome. 

Percy was covered in welts, cuts and gashes. Annabeth's milky eyes had returned to their normal state. She was in a better shape than Percy, and heaved him up, walking towards the direction of a small hut.

I shut off the crystal ball. I wish I had a relationship like my daughter's. It might be hard for me to admit, but I knew that they were the one for each other. I could only hope that my love life goes as smoothly- scratch that, more smoothly than my daughter's.

Word count: 552

A/N: Sorry for the crappy chapter, I don't know what to write and how to progress with the story- suggestions are really welcome.