Chaos's Oath

A Egyptian God has a Greek Parent

Kelly’s P.O.V

 

I burst into the throne room to see my dad fuming, when he saw me his face softened. I was a special case, Zeus even let me live with him when I was a little girl so I was his 2nd favorite child. He never told me who his favorite child was but I had a pretty good idea, it was Percy Jackson… I was mad at him for that. I mean who wouldn’t be, it’s like ‘Yep my favorite son has been missing for centuries but he will always be my favorite and a bit more special than you will ever be Kelly, he could be dead right now but you know… You will NEVER accomplish half the things he did in the short time we knew him.’ Although dad never said it I had felt like he thought it… “My Lord, is there anybody else in this room with you?” asked Clarisse, who had come with us to show us the ropes.

“No, there isn’t but I do not appreciate it when demi-gods break down the doors in my castle!!!” Poseidon roared at them causing everyone to float back a bit in their bubbles.

“We saw him enter the palace, do you mind if we look around?” Clarisse asked.

“Who are you looking for?” my dad asked.

“Captain Hurricane,” I answer, Clarisse nods because he wont go hard on me… or so I thought.

“Why are you looking for him?” Poseidon asked.

“So we can hold him for questioning,” I admit after three minutes.

“WHAT DOES HE NEED TO BE QUESTIONED FOR?” Poseidon roared, causing tears to fall out of my eyes. Dad never yelled at me like this never, and I was afraid but you couldn’t tell in the water.

“He had people mysteriously appear and Kameron told us to come after him,” I say, which only made Poseidon angrier.

“DO NOT LISTEN TO HIS ORDERS IF YOU DON’T SEE REASON IN IT! I OVER POWER HIM AND I SAY NO MORE TAKING ORDERS FROM PRICE!” Dad yells, causing people to look around confused.

“But Kameron is the best warrior we have!” complained a girl in the back.

“No, Captain Hurricane is… I am demoting Kameron and making Kelly my ambassador until further notice.” Poseidon says, causing people to gasp all around.

“You know he’s right, Prissy would have passed Kitty by a far,” mutters Clarisse.

“Didn’t know you thought that,” rang a voice behind the throne.

“Prissy?” Clarisse asked in a hopeful voice as the water started to drain from the room.

“Not Exactly,” says the voice, coming out from behind dad’s throne. The boy looked exactly like dad, just shorter.

“PERCY!” Clarisse squealed, running up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek and Percy just stood there shocked while she walked back through the remaining bit of water on the ground.