The Child Of Time

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3rd Person-

Percy felt...empty.

He'd gotten the bolt back to it's rightful owner, and had been welcomed back at camp as a hero but he still felt empty.

Grover had set off on his quest to ind the lost god, Pan and Annabeth was planning on returning home for the school year.

Percy scowled and kicked the sand into the surf. He was back into his assassin's uniform and had alot of assassination's to do.

But here he was...just here. "What am I supposed now?"

"That's just up to you." A voice said behind him.

Percy didn't have to turn around to know who it was. His beach sandals, khaki shorts, Ralph Lauren polo t-shirt defined him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I think the real question is," Poseidon gave a small smile to his son as he sat next to him. "What are you doing here?"

Percy shrugged, not answering his questions.

"You should be enjoying camp's activities, just being a kid." Poseidon gazed out into the ocean, his eyes lost in thought.

"I'm far from a kid," Percy spat. "I've done alot of growing up lately if you haven't noticed."

"I've noticed, Percy." Poseidon said. "And most of that is my fault. I'm sorry."

Percy scoffed, "For what? For not being there my whole entire life? For throwing me into this mythical universe that shouldn't exist? For leaving me in an orphanage to rot for eternity? What are you sorry for?"

"For everything and anything." Poseidon bowed his head solemnly. "You wouldn't have been in this mess if I had been more careful. Maybe if I'd hadn't gotten so caught up with Sally, you wouldn't hav-

"Have been born?" Percy whispered. "I should've known it. You think I'm a disappointment or something. You wish I hadn't been born."

"That's not entirely what I meant," Poseidon started.

"Of course it isn't. You gods think you can just apologize for something, take it back, and be on your merry way. Do you even know how messed up that is? No matter how many times you try, I'll never get my mother back." Percy stood up, turning his back on his father. "And no apologies can ever fix that."

"I know I can't bring Sally back but I can, at least, try to make things right-with you. If you'll just give me the chance, I know I can..." Poseidon trailed off as he looked into his son's eyes.

They were a dull golden; decided. He wasn't going to forgive him.

Ever.

"You know what you can do for me?" Percy whiled around. "You can just stay away from me. And I wish I hadn't been born either. Maybe, this way, you would actually get accused of stealing the bolt and serve the punishment."

Poseidon scrambled to his feet. "Listen, boy, I command you to st-"

"What are you going to do, Poseidon?" Percy dared, his anger rising as the waves themselves commenced a dangerous storm. "Are you going to command me to stop? You don't own me."

Percy ran back to camp, leaving Poseidon alone.

A mob of faces greeted him as he tore through the camp.

"Where you headed, Perce? We've got a good prank on the Aphrodite girls coming up-you in?"

"Not now Connor, Travis." Percy pushed past them, lurching further into the crowd of bystanders.