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

Back To Where It Started (Edited 11/1/24)

Anthony looked on in horror as he watched the waves swallow Percy whole, his arm reaching out toward her but grasping nothing. Panic surged through him—a tidal wave of fear and helplessness. "Percy!" he shouted, his voice cracking as he scanned the turbulent water, hoping for a glimpse of her dark hair or familiar figure. She was more than just a friend; she was his girlfriend, and the thought of losing her filled him with dread.

When the last crest of the wave crashed down, leaving nothing but frothy white foam in its wake, Anthony's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't just stand there. Without a second thought, he dove into the ocean, the saltwater stinging his eyes as he searched frantically. He swam deeper, each stroke fueled by desperation, but the sea was vast and indifferent, showing no sign of Percy.

After what felt like an eternity, he broke the surface, gasping for air. He looked around; the camp on the shore now seemed so far away. "Percy!" he yelled again, his voice a mere whisper against the roaring waves. But silence answered him.

Defeated, Anthony swam back to the beach, dragging himself onto the sand, soaked and shivering. The sight of the empty shore felt like a knife to his gut. With a surge of adrenaline, he turned and sprinted toward the cabins, his heart pounding in his chest as he called out for Chiron and Mr. D, hoping they could help.

"Chiron! Mr. D!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the camp. "Help! It's Percy!"

As he reached the main area of the camp, he saw Chiron's familiar form, half-horse and half-man, moving towards him with purpose.

"What is wrong, Anthony?" Chiron asked with concern. "And where is Percy?"

Mr. D followed closely, his brow furrowed with annoyance. "Why are you yelling, Chase?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"Percy—I saw her being taken by the waves at the beach!" Anthony gasped, water dripping from his clothes. "Something pulled her under! I think it was a god or some kind of powerful being!"

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air. Chiron's expression shifted from concern to alertness. "Gather the campers!" he commanded, his authoritative voice cutting through the murmurs of surprise. "We have to act quickly—Percilla is in trouble!"

"I knew that girl always had a knack for trouble," said Mr. D, sipping his can of grape juice. "But now, this is serious."

As Chiron called for order, Nico, Will, and Thalia rushed over to Anthony after being summoned from their cabins, their faces pale with worry. "What happened, Anthony?" Nico asked, his voice steady but laced with concern. "Where is Percy?"

"Percy is gone! The ocean just grabbed her, and she disappeared!" Anthony explained, his voice trembling. "Something bad took her!"

Thalia's expression hardened. "Then we need to look for her. We can't leave her to face danger alone."

Nico stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he processed the situation. "Did you see what it was?"

"It happened so fast," Anthony replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "One moment she was standing right next to me, and the next, she was dragged away and vanished!"

Will placed a reassuring hand on Anthony's shoulder. "Don't worry, Anthony. We'll find her."

Chiron looked at the gathered campers surrounding him. "Listen up!" he said, his voice rising above the crowd. "Percilla Jackson has been taken by an unknown enemy. We cannot afford to waste time. Split into groups and search the beach and the surrounding area. Will, Nico, you're with me. We'll check the undercurrents; there may be a trace left behind."

Mr. D stepped forward, pulling out his phone. "I'll notify the other Olympians about Percy's disappearance," he said, his voice serious now. "They need to know, especially Poseidon, her father. We may need their help."

"Please make it quick," Chiron urged. "Every second counts."

As Mr. D dialed, Anthony couldn't shake the image of Percy's terrified face as she was pulled away. They had fought so hard to save the world, to protect their friends, and now, it felt like everything was unraveling again.

"Anthony!" Will called, breaking him from his thoughts. "Are you okay? You're soaked to the bone. You need to warm up before you get sick."

"I'm fine," Anthony replied, though his voice trembled. "I just can't believe this is happening."

"We need a plan. If there's something powerful out there, we have to be careful. We don't know what we're dealing with," Nico added.

Thalia nodded in agreement. "Exactly. We can't go charging in without knowing more."

"I can use my powers to sense if she's nearby," Nico said, his voice growing more confident. "I'll try to reach out to her spirit. If she's in trouble, I might be able to find some clue."

Anthony felt a flicker of hope at Nico's words. "Really? You think that will work?"

"It's worth a shot," Nico replied, determination etched on his face. "And if we find any sign of her, we need to act fast. No waiting around."

Thalia stepped closer, her expression fierce. "Then let's do this."

Just then, Mr. D finished his phone call, his expression tense as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. Anthony, barely able to hold back his anxiety, stepped forward.

"What did they say?" he asked, his voice tight with hope and fear.

Mr. D looked at him, and though his usual expression of indifference remained, there was an undercurrent of intensity in his eyes. "That was Hermes. He informed Poseidon," Mr. D replied. "And let's just say he's... less than pleased."

Anthony swallowed, uncertain whether to feel relieved or even more worried. "Poseidon... he's coming, right?"

Mr. D gave a sharp nod. "Hermes said Poseidon's furious. He's demanding answers from the other gods and won't let anyone keep him from retrieving his daughter. Hermes has already alerted Zeus and the rest of the Olympians. They're mobilizing, but you know how they are—there's bureaucracy, even with family."

Thalia crossed her arms, her expression fierce. "So, the gods are on this. But what if they get bogged down in their own rules?"

Nico stepped up, his jaw set in determination. "If we wait on the Olympians, who knows how long it'll take. If Poseidon's angry, that's good, but Percy's still out there alone."

Anthony clenched his fists, looking at Mr. D. "So, what do we do? We can't just stand around while they argue!"

Mr. D sighed, his expression softening just a fraction as he regarded the campers. "The Olympians are unpredictable, and Poseidon's anger may bring both haste and chaos. But you're right—we can't rely solely on them."

Thalia glanced at Chiron, then back to the group, her eyes blazing with determination. "We're not waiting. We'll start our own search along the coast. If Percy's out there, she's counting on us."

Mr. D cleared his throat. "And remember, if Poseidon's on his way, things may get... messy. But we know this camp, and we know Percy. Follow your instincts."

Anthony felt a surge of resolve, emboldened by their words. The love of his life had risked herself countless times for them all. Now, they had a chance to repay that.

Percy had always been the hero. But now, maybe it was his turn to be the hero for her.

"Hold on, Percy," the son of Athena whispered, a prayer in his heart. "We're coming for you."