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PERCY'S POV
The seat of Poseidon stood just to the right of Zeus's, but it wasn't as big as the King's of the Gods.
Gods in their natural state are about twenty feet tall, so I could just reach the edge of the seat if I stretched my arms.
"Help me up" I told Annabeth and Grover.
"Are you crazy?!" Annabeth asked.
"Probably" I admitted.
"Percy" Grover said, "The gods really don't appreciate people sitting in their thrones. I mean like turn-you-into-a-pile-of-ashes don't appreciate it"
"I need to get his attention" I said, "It's the only way!"
They exchanged uneasy looks.
"Well," Annabeth said "this'll get his attention."
They linked their arms to make a step, then boosted me onto the throne. I felt like a baby with my feet so high off the ground.
I looked around at the other gloomy, empty thrones, and I could imagine what it would be like sitting on the Olympian Council-so much power but so much arguing, always twelve other gods trying to get their way. It would be easy to get paranoid, to look out only for my own interest, especially if I were Poseidon.
Sitting in his throne, I felt like I had the entire sea at my command-vast cubic miles of ocean churning with power and mystery. Why should Poseidon listen to anyone? Why shouldn't he be the greatest of the twelve?
Then I shook my head. Concentrate.
The throne rumbled. A wave of gale-force anger
slammed into my mind:
WHO DARES-!
The voice stopped abruptly. The anger retreated, which was a good thing, because just those two words had almost blasted my mind to shreds.
Percy. My father's voice was still angry but more controlled. What exactly are you doing on my throne?
"I'm sorry, Father" I said. "I needed to get your attention."
This was a very dangerous thing to do. Even for you. If I hadn't looked before I blasted, you would now be a puddle of seawater.
"I'm sorry" I said again. "Listen, things are rough up here."
I told him what was happening. Then I told him my plan.
His voice was silent for a long time.
Percy, what you ask is impossible. My palace—
"Dad, Kronos sent an army against you on purpose. He wants to divide you from the other gods because he knows you could tip the scales."
Be that as it may, he attacks my home.
"I'm at your home" I said. "Olympus."
The floor shook. A wave of anger washed over my mind. I thought I'd gone too far, but then the trembling eased.
In the background of my mental link, I heard underwater explosions and the sound of battle cries: Cyclopes bellowing, mermen shouting.
"Is Tyson okay?" I asked.
The question seemed to take my dad by surprise.
He's fine. Doing much better than I expected. Though " peanut butter" is a strange battle cry.
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The Undetermined || pjo
AdventureLiz is an unclaimed kid with no family and no idea of who she is. Her only home is Camp Half-Blood When Camp is at risk of being in the middle of a war because of the Gods that don't care about her, she will not sit back and watch as it happens. WAR...
