Percy Jackson and The Olde Olympus by knowledgechild

Chapter 3: Three Old Ladies Knit The Socks Of Death

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All words in bold were written by Rick Riordan

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When the boy appeared, Poseidon didn't know what to make of him. He was beautiful, but of course he would be, he is my son, and had a visible aura of power, even while talking and pulling Zeus' balls. Poseidon immediately cared for him, of course he would, he is the boy's Father, thought he would hold his further judgment until he knew more.

This mentality was automatically thrown out of the window when the boy said that it would only get worse. He could bestow judgment later if necessary, thought he didn't think it would be, Dionysus liked the boy even if he pretended he didn't; which was as good as a confirmation that Percy was nothing like Poseidon's late son Theseus; and Apollo looked at Percy like he was the universe itself, so Poseidon had high hopes.

On the boy's personality of course, the King of the Seas was already accepting having to ask for Aphrodite's help on looking good as a 'silver fox' as they called it.

The title Persephone read was a good example:

Poseidon raised an eyebrow "Well the title is not ominous at all."

Percy snorted "It will get worse."

He said with a crooked grin. Poseidon only sighed. I'm finally going to figure out if a god can die, he thought, and this boy will be the cause.

I was used to the occasional weird experience, but usually they were over quickly. This twenty-four/seven hallucination was more than I could handle. For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on me. The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Kerr—a perky blond woman whom I'd never seen in my life until she got on our bus at the end of the field trip— had been our pre algebra teacher since Christmas.

"Wow, that's terrible." Artemis frowned. "How long did they manipulate you for?"

"It was not manipulation, they were just trying to keep me safe." Percy said with a face.

Apollo looked at the kid with compassion "It is still manipulation, even if it was done with good intentions" He said. I may be starting to like my nephew more and more, Poseidon gave a little side smile. Percy looked conflicted, like he didn't want to believe that.

Every so often I would spring a Mrs. Dodds reference on somebody, just to see if I could trip them up, but they would stare at me like I was psycho. It got so I almost believed them—Mrs. Dodds had never existed. Almost.

"Grover" Hermes whispered.

But Grover couldn't fool me. When I mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, then claim she didn't exist. But I knew he was lying. Something was going on. Something had happened at the museum. I didn't have much time to think about it during the days, but at night, visions of Mrs. Dodds with talons and leathery wings would wake me up in a cold sweat.

Poseidon saw Dionysus looking at the boy by his side like Percy was a particularly interesting bug, but the Sea God saw the concern in his nephew's eyes.