Daughter of the Sea || HoO

CHAPTER ELEVEN

(A/N: italics mean dream sequence.)

Tori definitely wasn't in Detroit. She stood barefooted on a beach, that was deserted, at the edge of  the ocean. The sun was setting and in the horizon she saw huge waves curling over and becoming smaller the closer they got to the shore. The water  just barely touched the ends of her toes. The scent of the salt water filled her nostrils, and seemed to calm every muscle in her body. 

"Isn't it nice," a familiar voice said next to her.

"What are you doing here dad?" Tori asked Poseidon, still facing the water.

"Can't a father simply visit their child?" he asked and she rolled her eyes.

"They can, but their normally not a god," Tori said, "didn't Zeus shut down Olympus?"

Poseidon just hummed in response. Tori turned to face her father and was greeted with sea green eyes. He was dressed casually in cargo shorts and Hawaiian shirt. His jet black hair was messy, and reminded her of Percy. No matter how casual her father appeared, he still had an aura of power around him.

"Where's Percy?" Tori finally asked.

"I can't tell you that child," Poseidon told his only daughter. 

"Well what can you tell me then?" Tori asked, clearly annoyed.

 "You must be cautious in Chicago. If are not to succeed she'll be one of the main reason why,"  Poseidon warned her .

"She?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Of course you can't," Tori mumbled.

The sound of distant thunder filled the abandoned beach. .

"We don't have much time. Zeus is getting suspicious of my disappearance," Poseidon said.

"Did you know Erica was a child of Aphrodite?" Tori asked. She couldn't handle her curiosity. 

"What-"

"Did you know my birth mother was a daughter of Aphrodite?"

"I didn't until after you had been conceived." Poseidon explained, his gaze turning towards the ocean. "Tori, when I learned of her parentage it was to late."

"You look just like her you know," Poseidon said. Returning his gaze on his daughter. "You have her blonde hair and blue eyes. Yours look more the the ocean though."

Tori gave him a small smile.

The sound of thunder grew stronger.  

"Victoria, my daughter, our time is up." Poseidon began to fading, "please be cautious of the journey ahead."

The beach began to fading away. Tori took one last look at the water, and a last deep inhale of the salty air. Her vision shifted. 

She was wrapped in chains, hanging upside down like a hunk of meat. Everything hurt—his arms, his legs, hischest, his head. Especially his head. It felt like an over inflated water balloon. She looked over to right and there was Jason. He was unconscious and in the same position as her.

"Jason," she called his name.

"If I'm dead," she heard him murmured, "why does it hurt so much?" 

"Jason!" she called once again. 

His eyes shot opened, and turn to her. "Tori? Are we dead."