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

* We Check In To C.C.'s Spa & Resort

The gods sat in stunned silence, the weight of the scene settling over them.

Poseidon was the first to speak, his tone unusually heavy. "Tyson... gone...?" His typically icy demeanor cracked as he clenched his fists, an unexpected ache tightening in his chest.

Rhea began to weep softly. "My poor grandbaby..." she sobbed, dabbing at her eyes.

Ares shifted uneasily in his seat. "That was... too close. They didn't stand a chance against something like that."

"Scylla..." Hades murmured, visibly disturbed. "No one should have to face a creature like that alone."

Zeus rubbed his temple. "We must remember—we're watching a moment from the past. My niece is still alive."

"I still can't believe the thermos did that," Hermes said, his voice laced with disbelief. "If it hadn't opened when it did... she might not have survived the fall."

"Perhaps not," Athena replied, her tone contemplative. "But even so, the outcome remains uncertain."

Suddenly, her eyes widened. "But what about my son—Anthony? Do you think he made it out?"

The question hung in the air, heavy and unanswered. No one spoke.

They would only know once the next scene began.

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We Check In To C.C.'s Spa & Resort

"We?! That must mean Anthony and Tyson survived the explosion!" Zeus exclaimed, his tone filled with hope.

A wave of cautious optimism rippled through the room.

Even Poseidon, despite himself, felt a flicker of hope stir within him.

I woke up in a rowboat with a makeshift sail stitched of gray uniform fabric. Anthony sat next to me, tacking into the wind.

I tried to sit up and immediately felt woozy.

The deities instantly grew concerned.

"Rest," he said. "You're going to need it."

"Tyson ... ?"

He shook his head. "Percy, I'm really sorry."

The hope the gods had felt before vanished, replaced by a heavy silence as they looked at Percy's image on the screen with pity.

Rhea, Leto, Shiva's wives, and the other goddesses wept quietly, tears streaming down their faces.

Poseidon shifted uncomfortably, a deep unease settling in his chest at the thought of Tyson actually being dead.

We were silent while the waves tossed us up and down.

"He may have survived," he said halfheartedly. "I mean, fire can't kill him."

I nodded, but I had no reason to feel hopeful. I'd seen that explosion rip through solid iron. If Tyson had been down in the boiler room, there was no way he could've lived.

He'd given his life for us, and all I could think about were the times I'd felt embarrassed by him and had denied that the two of us were related.

The gods murmured in sympathy as they watched the scene unfold.

Hera gently said, "She was just acting like any teenager would."

Demeter nodded solemnly. "It's normal to struggle with pride and acceptance at that age."

"She loved him. That was clear," Artemis added.