The Sea Tyrant's Obsession (PJO x ROR) *18+* WTM/WTS Book 1

First Escape Attempt

Note: I am going by choice B because it's more popular. The poll is over.

(Present time)

As Poseidon's words hung in the air, the tension between them grew palpable. Percy's mind raced, searching for a way out, but the god's powerful presence was overwhelming. Suddenly, Poseidon again raised his hand and summoned a shimmering, golden trident, which he planted firmly into the ground. The cavern began to shift and change once more, and before Percy could react, they were transported to a grand underwater palace.

The palace was awe-inspiring, with walls of coral and mother-of-pearl, illuminated by the gentle glow of bioluminescent algae. Many colorful fishes swam gracefully through the water, and the floor was made of polished shells and stones, creating an intricate mosaic.

Poseidon gestured for Percy to follow him, his demeanor calm but unyielding. "Come," he said. "I will show you your new home."

Percy reluctantly trailed behind, knowing that she can't do anything against a god like him. However, her eyes kept darting around for any possible means of escape. They passed through grand halls and chambers, each more magnificent than the last, until they reached a large room adorned with intricate tapestries depicting scenes of the ocean's grandeur.

"Wait here," Poseidon commanded. "I will summon Proteus to prepare you for dinner."

Before Percy could protest, Poseidon turned and left the room, the heavy doors closing behind him with a resounding thud. Percy immediately rushed to the doors and tried to open them, but they wouldn't budge.

"F*ck!" She cursed. She was trapped.

Her mind raced as she paced the room, trying to come up with a plan. She knew she couldn't stay here, she had to find a way to get back to her world. But how could she escape the grasp of a god?

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hall, and the doors opened once more. A tall, slender elderly man with neatly slicked back hair and fins for ears along with markings near under his eyes. This was Proteus, the god of rivers and Poseidon's most trusted servant.

Proteus regarded Percy with a curious expression. "You must be Percilla Jackson," he said, his voice smooth and melodic. "My Lord has spoken of you."

Percy squared her shoulders, refusing to show any emotion despite the man giving a kind fatherly aura. "It's Percy. And I don't belong here. I need to get back home."

Proteus smiled faintly. "Lord Poseidon is quite taken with you. He believes you are destined to be with him."

"I'm not some prize to be won," Percy retorted. "I have my own life, my own choices. Poseidon can go f*ck himself!"

Proteus gasped, his expression filled with shock and a hint of sadness. " Such defiance is unwise, my lady. I understand your feelings, but my duty is to serve Poseidon. Come with me, and I will prepare you for dinner."

Begrudgingly, Percy followed Proteus through a series of corridors until they reached a smaller chamber filled with garments and accessories that shimmered with an otherworldly beauty. Proteus selected a flowing dress of sea-green silk and handed it to Percy.

"Put this on my Queen," he instructed. "Dinner will be served shortly."

"I am not your Queen!" She yelled, but Proteus pretended to ignore her and left.

"Damn it!"

Percy took the dress, her mind still racing with thoughts of escape. As she changed, she considered her options. She knew she couldn't overpower a god, but maybe she could outsmart them somehow. She needed to look for any opportunity to slip away.