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A daughter of the Sea, as playful as the waves and as free-spirited as the mists, and as stubborn as the unrelenting surf. Marie was this at only three years old. She was the gentle breeze and the happy dolphins where her brother was the fighter, the rocks that protected the gentle parts. Marie was Percy's world. She knew this. She stayed calm because she needed to be. The other campers were upset about why he was hurt. So, she told them why he had a collar that shocked him. At one point she asked a scary looking girl to help protect Percy and her from bad, smelly Gabby.
"Bad man hit Pewcy and make him scream. Poll help feed us. Poll good. Gabby weally bad. Even Pewcy is scawed of him. You look scawy but you don't hit me. Keep Pewcy safe?" Marie asked Clarisse. Clarisse melted at Marie's question. Her opinion of Percy had shifted forever now. Percy had done the stupidest things but now it made sense.
"Sure, squirt. I'll protect you and Percy. Most of us had it rough. Not like you two, though. I promise to never hurt you or Percy from this day forth. I swear it on the river Styx." Thunder boomed, the oath was sealed. Clarisse picked Marie up and carried her to koi dinner. Nico would watch over Percy.
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Children of Poseidon
FanfictionPercy has a little sister from his father's side. He is 12 and abused. She is four and somehow finds him at Camp Halfblood. There are descriptions of abuse and no, I didn't put trigger warnings. I'm sorry for the oversight
