Our Fates Were Intertwined Long Ago

Glancing down at the cut formed from Clarisse's spear, Percy observed with horror that his arm was not covered solely in red of human blood.

But dotted with the gold of the Ichor of the Gods.

'Well', Percy supposed. He had always been a freak even among demigods. It was only a matter of time before the cause showed its roots.

'How fittings that I be born of the one considered the Father of Monsters', he thought bitterly.