Poseidon's Daughter

Chapter 2

Annabeth and I were summoned by my father and her mother early one morning.

Annabeth came to my room and jumped on my bed, startling me awake. She curls her legs up to sit cross legged. I sit up and run my fingers through my dark tangled hair, "hey."

"Goodmorning." She smiles.

I check my phone to see it is seven in the morning. Glancing up at my best friend I scrunch my nose, "it is too early for you to be this happy. What's going on? Did you have a date with Percy last night."

"Haha, no, you're funny though." She fake laughs then puts her genuine smile back on, "I'm happy because my mother and your father have called for us. I hardly ever get to see my mom. No offspring really get to see their godly parent much."

"Well that sucks." I sit up, "why is that anyways?"

"Well for one, it's not that safe, two, they're ways busy, three, we can't all get too attached. It's not good for mental state because people worry too much. " she explains.

"Oh. Makes sense." I say, "still sucks though. 'Cause I'm stuck with you guys."

She rolls her eyes and pushes me back, "get dressed loser."

Once in some skinny jeans, combat boots, and a soft, cream, see-through, long sleeved sweater, Annabeth and I race down the long hallway to the throne room.

I slouch against the doorframe, panting, "I beat you."

"Dream on slowness."

I give her a little shove, "shut up."

"Ah! Girls." A woman calls, "goodmorning."

"Hi mom." Annabeth greets sheepishly.

"hello Annabeth." She smiles at her daughter, "and hello to you Lainey."

I smile warmly, "goodmorning Athena."

A tall man with a trimmed beard, dark hair and green eyes that match mine appears in the corner of the room. I feel my heart warm as I greet him, "goodmorning Poseidon."

He chuckles slightly, "please, Lainey. I'm your father, call me something to that extent."

"Okay." I mumble, "goodmorning dad."

His lips turn up in a satisfied smile, "much better my dear sweet daughter."

I blush just a bit. I've never loved someone as fast as I loved Poseidon. Maybe it's just because he's my dad. My real dad. And it angers me because my "dad" Derrick always would say "my sweet baby girl. Your daddy loves you so much." And kiss my head, then five minutes later I'm getting slapped in the head for something stupid. And it angers me that my "mom" Lauren wouldn't do anything about it. She's not my mom. And that pisses me off, I don't know who my mom is. I love her and I miss her, whoever she is. Wherever she is.

Sometimes I would have dreams about a woman. I can never see her face clearly, but I know she's beautiful. Stunningly beautiful. Just by they way she talks, the sound of her voice, full of care, full of passion. Full of love. I know it's her, it's my mother.

"Lainey?" Annabeth's voice snaps me out of my daydream that I didn't know I was having.

"Hm?" I ask.

She rolls her eyes jokingly, "we have to go to the pond in the garden and examine your reflection."

"What?" I scoff.

"Just playing." She chuckles, "we have to go train."

"Um." I hum skeptically, "okay?"

Her eyes roll again, "come on."

Annabeth drags me to the training arena. She hands me a bow and some arrows and starts, "we're going to practice with each weapon until we find one you're comfortable with."

"Okay." I say and follow her to the targets.

She demonstrates by pulling the string back and releasing, the arrow flying straight to the center of the target. I couldn't do that if I tried.... And I tried. Eighteen times.

Finally I look at Annabeth, "I love trying new things, but I'm not getting any better."

"That's okay." She assures, "we're here to find what you use best. Let's try daggers."

She hands me two knives about ten inches long. After sprinkling some weird powder on a practice dummy, the thing advances towards me. I grip my weapons and take short lunges into the stuffed doll. I'm not to bad with the small knives. But they just don't feel like they're for me.

"Awesome!" Annabeth compliments, "but you just don't look that comfortable with them..... here try this."

She hands me a sword, as soon as I take it there's nothing in the world that made me feel more like myself. It fits perfectly in my hand, it was the most comfortable feeling ever. When I grip it, I feel a surge of power through my veins. My eyes flashed and I had more energy than I ever have before. It made me feel like I was in the water. This was it.

"Annabeth." I turn to her, "this is it. This is what I need."

"How do you know? You haven't even practiced with it." She says skeptically.

I shake my head, "I just know. Who's sword is this?"

She bites her lip nervously, "ummm"

"Annabeth?" I push, "who's is it?"

"No ones." She answers, I give her a look and she spills, "it's yours."

"What?" I gasp, taking in the sword once more.

"I knew you would prefer a sword." She smiles to herself, "Percy does too. His sword is Anaklusmos-"

"Riptide." I mumble.

"Right." She continues, "Poseidon had Hephaestus make you a twin sword of Percy's. This is Anaklusmos's sister, Thálassa Pikró."

"Sea Biter?" I question.

"Yep." She comfirms, "Percy's turns into a pen, but look what yours does."

She taps the small engraved trident and the blade shrinks down into a ring with a trident as long as the bone connecting my first knuckle to my palm on my ring finger. I jump back in surprise, "woah! That is so cool."

"Just like Percy's, if you lose it, give it time and it will come back to your finger." She explains, "how awesome is that?"

"Pretty awesome." I beam, "how do you know so much about my sword?"

"Because I helped design it." She confesses, "I knew you liked rings so I had the idea for it to transform into a trident ring."

"How do you know so much about me?" I tilt my head.

"I knew you long before you knew me." She whispers.