#I think Epic's Poseidon would be very protective of Percy

[really-sleep-deprived-nerd]

Y'know, I've seen a bunch of fanarts and also a couple of fics where Poseidon from Epic the musical gets isekaied into the Percy Jackson show and the god just kinda adopts Percy and now there's just 2 poseidons running around the world, which are Great and very funny, but a concept I haven't seen is Book Percy getting isekaied into the show.

Like, fully grown, college age, fought and won 2 wars, could and Would fold Zeus like a lawn chair with zero hesitation, Book!Percy getting sent into the world of the show and getting to meet this weird, alternate reality where things and people are like he remembers them being but just slightly to the left: Grover is more confident in himself, this weird toddler version of himself with blonde hair keeps butting heads with Annabeth because of their beliefs and not because of who their parents are, and then just Luke, Good God Luke. Percy would have a mental breakdown over the differences between his Luke and the show!Luke alone.

Just, veteran book!Percy, who just really wants a break from the bullshit, getting thrown into the beggining of the camp, seeing everything begin to unfold and having the same nervous breakdown we are all having by watching the show of "Oh my god they are all babies"

Like. I think it'd be neat for a crackfic. You could get around the "But he knows how things are going to end!" by the fact that no he doesn't, he knows how they happened on his side, but on his side he didn't have any guidance, on his side Luke wasn't kind, on his side Sally Jackson didn't attempt to fight the Minotaur like a matador. Percy can make an educated guess about how things will unfold, but he can't be sure, the best he can do is help train and then protect the little toddler versions of himself and his loved ones that they are sending on a quest. Due to timing he is aware that it would be extremely fucking sus if there were suddenly Two sons of poseidon just cassually walking around, so after a quick talk with Chiron and Mr.D to catch them up (Not to ask permission, just to give them a heads up) if anyone asks he's just a weird minor ocean god gone rogue who wants to be a good, reasonable older brother

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Can you see Me?

This fic is part of a series I'm working on with all of Poseidon's kiddos, mythological and PJO and or Epic wise!

Characters: Triton+ Poseidon + Amphitrite + Percy

Summary:

He had always tried to be his best version and not disappoint Poseidon. But now that he knew Percy was his favorite son, it felt like a slap in the face. Triton knows he shouldn't feel this way. After all, Percy is only human and still young while he's a god and future heir of Poseidon. He should be above such feelings, it was unnatural for them. But he can't help but feel like he had to do better, to prove to his Father that he wasn’t replaceable.

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Triton watches silently as his Father and Percy make their way around the palace. They make their way through various places, like the garden. Poseidon is smiling brightly as Percy asks questions about the underwater kingdom. Triton doesn’t miss the way his father looks at Percy and it makes him boil inside involuntarily.

He had always tried to be the best version of himself and not disappoint Poseidon. But now that he knew Percy was his favorite son, it felt like a slap in the face.

Triton knows he shouldn't feel this way. After all, Percy is only human and still young while he's a god and future heir of Poseidon. He should be above such feelings, it was unnatural for them. But he can't help but feel like he had to do better, to prove to his Father that he wasn’t replaceable.

After watching them for a little bit longer, hidden behind columns, Triton decides he should go train to relieve his frustration. And so he does.

He takes a deep breath as he tries to calm his nerves. And steps into their private training area that is located in the back of their garden area. It was surrounded by abalone shell columns shimmering with blue and green light, reflecting the sea colors. The columns had been added so that they could use a barrier to protect people outside of it.

The young sea god puts his shoulder-length hair into a messy bun before he starts. He takes his trident in one hand and uses it precisely. The young God controls the waves as he does. That’s also one of the only times he doesn’t have his precious conch with him.

Percy and Poseidon come back as they finish their little stroll around the Kingdom and Palace and they witness Triton training. Percy is snuggled into his father’s side and watches the scene play before them.

“Don’t get too close to the barriers Percy, it’s dangerous,” Poseidon warns gently, as he holds onto the young demi-god a little bit more. The affectionate gesture also shows his possessive side a little bit. But Percy didn’t mind much. He was comfortable where he was.

Percy watches silently how his older brother trains. How he summons the waves and how Triton destroys the sea creatures. He moved with such fluidity. Percy couldn’t help but want to try.

“Dad, can I train with Triton?" he asked eagerly. Poseidon smiles down at him but shakes his head.

"I'm sorry Percy, but you're still too young and it's too dangerous for you to train with him for now. You still need to learn how to control your abilities more before you can try, I’m afraid.”

Percy huffs softly but he doesn’t try to fight Poseidon on it, knowing that it was a useless battle.

His father was surprisingly strict when it came to his safety. But Percy really wanted to try everything his godly siblings could do. After all, it was in his heritage. Triton seemed to finally notice that he was being watched and so he turned to face them.

“Father is right Percy, although I’m honored you want to train with me, I think it would be best if you learned a bit more about the way of the sea first.” He gives his baby brother a soft smile at the way he rolls his eyes.

Triton admits that he hadn’t been very kind the first time he met Percy, he was stressed then. But now, he tried to show him how much he truly cared about all his baby siblings. Despite his lingering jealousy, he didn’t despise the demigod.

“So, I’m the son of Poseidon but I can’t train with a trident yet? There’s no fun in that.” the twelve-year-old says dramatically. Both gods chuckle at his antics. Triton ruffles his hair. “Don’t worry Percy, your time will come soon enough. You’re still young.”

Poseidon smiles at the way his two sons interact. A far cry from what he had expected. He knew just how good Triton was as an older brother but he still sensed a lingering sadness when he looked into his eldest’s eyes.

Poseidon prided himself on being an attentive father. Or at least he tried to know his children’s every need. Even when they are technically grown, he can’t help but notice when something is wrong and he wants to make it better.

As night starts to fall, Poseidon carries an exhausted Percy in his arms as he enters the room Amphitrite had prepared for him. He pulls the blankets back and makes sure his youngest son is warm and comfortable as he carefully tucks him in.

Then the sea god leans down, gives him a gentle kiss on his forehead, and whispers, “Goodnight, my little one.” before he makes his leave.

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The next day, Poseidon and Triton have a meeting to attend together. They walk side by side as they make their way to the War room.

Poseidon takes his seat at the end of the huge table overseeing everyone, Triton sits on his right. And Amphitrite takes the left. “You may sit,” Poseidon announces.

The lieutenants, mainly merpeople and Cyclops, sit down. And their meeting starts. They’re all focused on what is being said except Triton. His mind is wandering, he’s conflicted.

Poseidon glances at him a few times during the meeting, not missing the way his son is unfocused. That doesn’t seem like something he would do normally. But the King doesn’t have time for this right now.

“Triton,” Poseidon inquires firmly. “You seem to be distracted. Is there anything you’d like to add?” The merman knows he doesn’t have the opportunity to say no but he’s not in the mood either, which his father has picked up on.

He meets his stern gaze. “I apologize Father. It won’t happen again.” Triton replies, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on him. He blushes slightly, but his Father is not done.

“You cannot afford to let yourself wander Triton,” Poseidon adds firmly. His temper started to get slightly angered. “Your duty to Atlantis comes first.” Triton looks down at his lap as he gets scolded in front of everyone.

”Yes, Father.” He nods silently. Before his father grabs the attention back towards the meeting. Triton tries to re-engage himself when the topic of the surrounding villages arises. He had been appointed to oversee them. While Poseidon dealt with Atlantis as a whole.

Their council comes to an end and Triton is quick to take his leave which doesn’t go unnoticed by his parents.

Usually, they would make their way back together. The Sea King sighs softly, but Amphitrite is quick to add. “You should have been nicer to him.”

Poseidon turns in her direction, an eyebrow raised.

“I have to be firm with him, Amphi.” He says sternly. But he was sad that Triton didn’t wait for him either.

“I don’t take things personally when Zeus comments on me at the council.”

She sends him a glare. “Maybe you don’t take it personally, but Triton is not you or Zeus, he’s your son and he longs for your approval, to make you proud.”

He rubs at his temples.

“I understand that, but once he’s King no one will be there to hold his hand. He needs to be prepared for everything, I cannot afford to coddle him.”

His wife’s glare doesn’t stop. “ I’m not suggesting you coddle him. I’m simply reminding you that, before being your Heir, Triton is your son. And sometimes it seems like you forget that.”

Poseidon sighs. He knows Amphitrite is right.

“You’re right Amphi.” She smiles finally and places a gentle hand on his arm. “I’ll talk to him tonight and apologize if he accepts to even talk.” He adds sadly.

“Do you remember when I met you the first time?” She asks, and Poseidon already doesn’t like where this conversation is going. But he nods.

“You just gained your underwater domain. You didn’t know anything. And sometimes you were scared because you wanted to prove yourself to your subjects and your Family.” She points towards the surface.

Poseidon smiles, he remembers himself then. It had been the first time he was on his own. He had to learn everything about the Sea and its inhabitants, and some things were harder than he thought. Having spent most of his life in Kronos’s belly, he was deeply scared without his siblings at his side, even if he would never admit it out loud.

Amphitrite takes his hand into her own and looks him in the eyes. “And now, you have become a better King than Oceanus could have ever been.”

“Thank you, my love.” He replies, going in for a kiss but she stops him in his tracks. She puts her index finger on his lips. And he pouts. “But, imagine what would have happened if you didn’t have the support I gave you then. See your Godling self in Triton.”

He listens attentively.

“He needs the same support I gave you all those eons ago.” Poseidon nods. “I know.”

Amphitrite wraps her arms around him, going for a cuddle because she knows that’s what he loves the most. “Then talk to him. Show him that you have faith in him as your son, not just as your Heir or Lieutenant.”

He returns her embrace. “I will.” He feels his wife plant a gentle kiss on his temple before letting go.

She makes her leave but turns as she swims towards the doorway. “And cheer him up, I do not want to see one of my babies sad.”

The Queen smiles as she swims away. He will try his best to make sure Triton feels loved. ……

Poseidon makes his way through the hallway leading to their family area in their PalaceHis thoughts linger on Triton and how he talked to him during the meeting. Their relationship was quite formal on the outside view, but in private Poseidon tried to remain approachable

He reaches his oldest son's room. His door is slightly open and so he knocks gently. “Triton? May I come in?”

“Yes, Father.”

Triton looks up from the scroll he was reading on his bed, as Poseidon enters the room.

Poseidon watches sadly as Triton quickly rises from his bed and bows in greeting.

"Triton, you know such formalities are not necessary.” He says as he guides his son back into his bed. Taking a seat on the edge as he does.

The young God blushes slightly at being scolded by his father once again. He didn’t want to upset Poseidon in any way.

“Is there a problem?” He asks after a few moments of silence.

Poseidon tries to collect his thoughts so he doesn’t make the wrong move this time.

“I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you during the council.” He says looking down at his lap.

Triton is taken aback by the apology, he thought he was going to get chastised even more then. Usually, his father would add another layer of criticism.

“Father…I- it’s alright.” Triton stutters out. He rubs a hand over his neck. “I know you mean well.” Poseidon watches how nervous his eldest son is around him and he feels his heart sink in his chest.

He never realized it before. He thought he was doing what was best for him. But now he sees that his relationship with Triton is not how it should be. He never wanted any of his children to be so nervous that they wouldn’t come to him if they had a problem.

“I shouldn’t have been so harsh with you, my son.” He says as Triton tries to avoid his eye contact.

This brings him back to his earlier instinct. There was something off with Triton since the beginning of the week and he will address it. So he changes the subject momentarily. “I also wanted to make sure you were resting after all that strenuous training you’ve done this week.”

The sea God watches carefully at the way Triton’s shoulders tense at his inquiry.

And the fact that he didn’t come into the nest for a long time doesn’t reassure him either. So he tries to get him to open up.

“Triton, you know you can tell me anything.”

He places a comforting hand on his son’s tensed shoulder. But Triton fidgets with his scroll, feeling like a small boy again. “It’s nothing important. I should go back to my scrolls anyway.”

But before he can pick up the scroll once more, his father removes it and takes his face into his hands, so now he can’t avoid eye contact anymore.

“I see that something is upsetting you my son, and it pains me deeply that you do not want to tell me.”

Triton looks into his father’s eyes and his self-protection starts to crumble slightly. “I-I know it’s ridiculous, but I simply feel like maybe you’ve changed your mind as for me being your Heir and-”

That caught Poseidon off guard. “What? How could you think that?” The young merman starts to feel even more unsure of himself. Thinking that he did upset his father. His shoulders slump slightly, Father is even more disappointed now.

“I-I thought that you might want Percy to be your Heir in the future.” Poseidon’s eyes widened in surprise. “Maybe, I should step down if that is what you truly want.”

Poseidon is not sure if he heard correctly. But as he takes a closer look at his son’s troubled expression he knows he did. “I never once thought of you stepping down Tri. You are my firstborn, my Heir by birthright and by my own will.”

Triton looks up to his father once again, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders, but he still doubts.

“I’m sorry for doubting you Father, it’s just that.. I saw the way he makes you happy, and I feel as if I could never do that for you.”

Poseidon feels his heart sink once again. “You do bring me joy, Triton, even if I don’t show it as much as I should sometimes.” He admits.

Triton refrains from accusing his father of favoritism. So he merely nods. “Okay.”

His Father is not convinced by that response though. “You don’t believe me?”

Triton is quick to change his mind. “I do, I believe you, Father.”

His tone is unconvincing. So Poseidon sighs and pulls him into an embrace. The younger God stiffens at the gesture. But then relaxes a bit, he feels his father’s hand hold the back of his head.

“I adore you Triton, never doubt that.” He whispers into his ear.

Poseidon presses a gentle kiss on the top of his son’s hair. He feels saddened that it’s been so long since he held him like this. Maybe he should have been affectionate with him too. Triton tries hard to fight the tears that threaten to come down as he finally feels the love of his father.

They stay like this for a few more minutes until they pull away from their mutual embrace. Poseidon takes a look at his son. He sees the tears glistening. He rubs them away with a gentle thumb. “I’m so sorry I made you feel this way, Triton, but I promise you things will be different from now on.”

Triton nods. And gives Poseidon a small smile that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“I missed seeing your smile, my son.” Triton blushes slightly at the attention. “I will make sure I see it more often.”

Triton blushes slightly as he feels a swift poke into his side and he lets out a small laugh before he can contain it. Poseidon winks at him playfully. It’s been a long time since Triton saw this side of his father.

“I’ll try to smile more, Father.” Poseidon ruffles his hair affectionately before he rises from his bed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it stays there. I know just the way to bring them to you.”

Triton's smiles widen as Poseidon playfully touches his fins resting on his bed. “I haven’t forgotten about those fins either.”

“Father, don’t think about it!” Triton protests while trying to refrain from giggling.

Poseidon chuckles softly as he watches his son squirm on his bed as his fingers lightly brush over his fins once more before relenting. “Alright, I’ll spare you for now.”

Triton lets out a sigh of relief. “Tomorrow is another day.” His father winks again. The Merman pulls himself under his blankets before his father has another playful streak.

Poseidon removes the scrolls and puts them on Triton’s desk before he pulls the blanket around his son. “Sleep well Triton, I love you.”

“Goodnight Papa.” He responds.

The Sea God smiles at the name. It had been so long since his eldest had called him that. He nods before leaving, hoping that Triton finally sees how much he loves him.

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His Blood Runs Gold I

Percy is a God: Part I

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We were warm and shivering,

and young and ancient,

and alive.

-We Were Liars, E. Lockhart

Time is non-existent anymore. Percy should be twenty this year but now that he has ichor flowing through his veins, he can be 102 or 5. He has done things Homer would write epic poems about. If he were around at the dawn of time Ovid would have happily dedicated the Metamorphoses to him. But today Percy Jackson has been a god for three years and he has never felt more mortal in his life.

“Percy my boy, what are you doing here?”

“Hello Father, Camp Half-Blood is throwing a campfire in my honour and I thought it’d be rude not to show my face.”

“Very noble of you son. I remember back in my day the Greeks–“

Percy zoned out, tired of hearing how people bowed down to all these stuffy Olympians. The camp threw a celebration every year on the day he got immortalized and in return he reinforced the borders and blessed every demigod before they leave at the end of summer. He doesn’t know if he’s doing a good job, he doesn’t even know if what he does is making a difference, but he doesn’t know how else to give back to the camp and the people that saved his life again and again; who loved him and fought next to him and oh gods followed him into battle.

He’s never had the chance to talk to Chiron, who’s always busy with this demi-god and that satyr, and this nymph. He barely gets the chance to talk to all his old friends– between the new campers wanting to hear his stories and the general chaos of end of summer camp-life. He thanked the powers that be–what a jarring thought that he was one of those powers now– that he managed to find days in-between to see Annabeth and Grover.

He smiled to himself as he remembered the last time he saw Annabeth. She had been moving into her own apartment to start her third year at the University of New Rome. To his unsurprised delight she had chosen archaeology as her major but somehow slipped Latin and Ancient Histories into her schedule. He had helped carry bags and bags filled with books up to her room and they spent the day setting her up and making sure everything was in its place before she started the year.

Their relationship had progressed so softly, so slowly, Percy sometimes felt like he had imagined the year they had as a romantic couple. After he became a god they managed to go on a few dates, some interrupted by hothead immortals and revengeful monsters, and some blissfully alone. But once Annabeth started university and Percy was called again and again to help with this problem and that, it became a hassle to set up dates and figure out when to meet. They didn’t grow apart, so much as grow between. And although he missed the softness of Annabeth, he had gained a friend who knew him more deeply than any being alive– he was eternally grateful for that, and he couldn’t hate what they lost out on.

“Son, are you listening?” Poseidon pulled him from his thoughts.

“Yes father, it really was a great time for you. I have to go now, but Iris message if you need me.” And without waiting for a reply Percy strode out of Olympus and into the streets below.

He considered snagging a car but decided against it, since you couldn’t very well drive into Camp Half-Blood. Instead he walked into the ocean and let the current take him all the way to Long-Island, till he could smell the strawberries on the ocean wind and hear the echoes of camp games and reedpipes.

He stepped onto the beach, loving the soft sinking impressions he made in the sand. After his blood turned gold he realized he could walk on the sand and make no footprints whatsoever. The idea scared him so much he sunk under water and cried for three hours. How could he leave nothing behind? How could he have no imprint? It was Tyson, riding on his rainbow hippocampi who found him and showed him how to balance his weight; showed him how to step into the sand and not on it. When his footprints reappeared once more, he hugged his brother so hard if Tyson weren’t a cyclops his ribs might have cracked.

So Percy walked up the beach and through the strawberry fields, taking the time to breathe in the forest air, the fruit breezes, and ah the smell of chaos.

“JACKSON!” Connor Stoll yelled.

And with that single announcement Percy was home.

The day was spent in good spirits: racing with various campers up the wall and avoiding every deadly thing it spat at you– even if he couldn’t really die; then eating in the dining hall and getting to travel between tables without getting glares from various houses or Chiron; laughing as all the food turned blue just for him.

When it was time Percy walked with some of his friends; Clarisse who grew to be a steady, if raging fire, by his side, and Connor Stoll who is now the oldest of the Hermes kids since Travis left for college, and of course Will who above everyone reserves the right to make sure his friends were protected.

In a moment of vulnerability, he broke down on Percy’s immortal shoulder and wept. I don’t want to bury anymore of my friends Percy. I don’t want to be tending to them as they die in my infirmary. I can’t do it anymore. For him, Percy double, sometimes in moments of obsessiveness, triple checked his border defenses.

Now the little group walks around the perimeter of the camp and talks softly and contentedly as Percy knocks against the shimmering force, leaking power into the hollow spots.

“How is everyone at camp?” He asked.

“Fine, nothing has changed much. Ever since the Giant War it feels as if everything has calmed down to a lull. I’m wary it’s the eye before the storm but gods-dammit we deserve a break.” Connor answered.

Percy hid the rage of that truth but let the ache of those words settle in his bones. He simply nodded at Connor and turned to Clarisse.

“Are there any new campers who need to be protected?”

“Only a few, a lot have moved to New Rome over the last years.” There was a bitter edge to her words, caused by the sting of loss.

“You cannot blame them for wanting a life that is not concentrated to three months of safety.”

“I know,” Her nostrils flared, she kicked the rock in front of her. “I know. It just sucks that there’s so few of us now.”

“Maybe we can see about hosting annual games at each camp over the summer?” He suggested, careful to not step where the cracks spidered underneath him– even if the labyrinth had collapsed there was still the chance something tunneled beneath.

“I think that’s a great idea.” Will piped up, “Maybe then I can convince Nico to stay for more than one week.” He rolled his eyes, but the glimmer of happiness in them gave away his annoyed pretense.

“I will talk to the Praetors over there and let you know.”

“Thank you, Percy.”

They turned to face him.

He stared at them for a moment, studying their faces. Even now, all these years later it was jarring to see the signs of growth in their make-ups. He couldn’t say aging, they were barely hitting their twenties, gods Will was still a teenager, albeit not for much longer; but it was weird to watch as they grew up, watch as time changed their features, changed them.

Clarisse, who used to be a spitfire of rage and fierce protectiveness was now, more a well-kept hearth. She was still full of flame, but it was contained, and her fierce was warm instead of scorching.

And Connor, who had been attached to his brother at the hip, was all grown up. Travis was three years into a degree and Connor, although a prospective honours student, had forfeited college until he could figure out what he wanted to do. He was the sole head of the Hermes cabin, but somehow, he kept up the mischief as if the two were still together. The shenanigans are some of Percy’s favourites to hear around the campfire.

And Will, who is dating Nico di Angelo. The two were often running between the camps, though Nico more than the child of Apollo. It was Will, Percy thought, who brought the camp together, more than anyone. And Will, who in the process had lost the most. For him, Percy would continue to be here every year, would continue to help if they called when they were in trouble. Because he too was tired of seeing his friends die. Tired of seeing his friends mourn.

“It’s almost time for me to go but I wanted to say,” He fought to choke back the rising wave of emotions, “I wanted to say thank you. For keeping my home safe. And thank you for being my friends.”

Their hug lasted many moments, ribbons of friendship passing between them. And when Percy walked back into the sea, he was glad no-one could tell the difference between tears and ocean.

Friends, the word echoed in his head. So few and far between since he became a God. It was not that people feared him, they just became… wary. They fell into that space in-between, where one wrong move could plunge them into fear. When he first turned divine, he counted on his fingers how many friends he had, and if he didn’t have enough digits, he deemed it a good day. Now he can count with aching clarity all the people who loved him, and still have fingers to spare.

Annabeth asked him once if he regretted taking up Zeus’ offer, if he regretted turning his red blood gold.

He hadn’t answered her till three weeks later, over a three am phone call.

I don’t regret it, he had said, because I know I can help this way. I know I can protect my family and friends better this way. And when the phone had gone dark, he had whispered into the void of his room– an alcove of coral far, far, far underwater– I don’t regret it, but I’m so lonely. The tears at that admission did not stop flowing for many hours.

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Siblings - Percy Jackson

For Percy, finding out he had a sister that was as human as he was could probably be the best thing that happened to him. Now, don't get him wrong, he loved Tyson to bits, but it just wasn't the same, and since he started working for Hephaestus' Underwater Forges he barely ever saw him. But still, there was something different with his sister. The thing is, Greek mythology is incredibly confusing by itself. And having two different, but very similar mythologies, at the same time only worsened it. It'd be too long to explain how, him being son of Poseidon, while his sister was daughter of Neptune, worked, so it's just enough for us to know it is possible to happen and that's how it was.

His sister's name was Madison, although he had gotten the liking to calling her Mads. She had brunette hair and chestnut eyes, in contrast with Percy’s jet black hair and sea green eyes. But they were a lot more similar when it came to personality, both being awkward but also charming in their own way. They were only a year apart, and right from the moment they met they’d barely leave each other’s side.

But how did they meet? Well, actually he didn’t meet her at the same time as he did with the rest of the Roman demigods. It was some weeks later, in a very classic place for a son of Poseidon. The sea. Percy was strolling down the beach, not having anything to do and just enjoying the soothing marine breeze and the occasional feeling of the cool water against his skin. He reached the end, where the golden sand abruptly transformed into an exuberant forest. He decided to stay there as he waited for the sun to disappear in the horizon. Little by little, the sky began transforming into a beautiful orange, light red, and lavender watercolour, which was reflected in the vast ocean ahead of him. But suddenly, he saw something that called his attention. There was an object in the water. At first, he didn't give it much thought, it could even be a dolphin, since it was far enough to be able to swim in that depth. But it kept getting closer and closer, until he recognized it was a human. It wouldn't be that much of a surprise to see a human coming out of the sea, if it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't seen their belongings anywhere, and now that they were close enough, he was able to notice that their hair and clothes weren't soaked. Well, not their, but her, it was a girl. In that moment he didn't even think of this, but later that night he'd see how stupid he was not to realize she was one of his kind, since no regular human could be underwater without getting wet. But right then it took him by surprise. The girl seemed a bit startled too when she became aware of his presence, probably because she didn't think there'd be anyone there.

"H-hi." She greeted once she was in front of Percy and with no way of avoiding him.

"Hey." Was the only thing he said. After an awkward silence he managed to form another sentence. "How can you be, you know, dry?"

The girl giggled "It's quite a long story."

"Are you a demigod?" He suddenly blurted out. She looked at him surprised, not expecting him to know, and she simply nodded.

"I'm Percy, by the way."

"Madison." Another silence followed, this time interrupted by her. "Why do you know about demigods?" She asked as she sat beside him.

"I happen to be one." He smirked, gaining his confidence.

"Really?! You must be new then, I've never seen you on the camp."

"Neither have I." He soon became aware of the fact that there were two camps, making it a lot easier as to why they had never seen each other. "Wait, are you in Camp Jupiter?"

She laughed at his question. "Of course. Where else would I be?"

"That explains why we've never seen each other... I'm not from there, I'm from Camp Half-Blood."

"Camp Half what?" She furrowed her brows and gave him a sceptical look.

"Camp Half-Blood. It's the Greek one."

"Well, those are some big news. And what are you doing here?"

"It's quite a long story." He answered repeating the same she had told him before. She laughed, something that for some strange reason reminded him of his own laugh. "Weird." He thought, and just pushed those thoughts aside. "I was there a couple of weeks ago. In your camp. I think it's safe to say that I've now met everyone."

"You were missing the best part then." She said grinning widely. Again, there was something in the way she smiled that also reminded him of himself. He came back to reality when he noticed Madison's stare. "Uh?"

"I was asking who your godly father is. Or mother."

"Oh, it's Poseidon."

"Really?" Her eyes lighted up when she heard his words.

"Yeah."

"My father is Neptune."

"Wait, isn't that technically the same one?"

"I suppose."

"That makes us brothers then." It suddenly made sense. How there were things about them that felt so similar to him.

"But we look nothing alike."

"That must be because of our mothers." He couldn't really assimilate it. And neither could Madison. All that time they had been pretty much by themselves, but having someone just like them felt like nothing they had felt until that moment.

"I just remembered." Percy said excited. "You have another brother. Well, kind of. He's a Cyclops, but he's the best dude you'll meet. I'll have to take you to see him, he's gonna be so happy."

   ~ ~ ~

For the past days Percy stayed in Camp Jupiter. Madison was having a great time being able to show his brother around and having him meet her friends. And enemies. Not that she had many, but Percy had insisted in knowing who they were. Just in case, he said. He had no idea what he had to do when being a brother, so he took the safety path and remained being himself mostly, but his most protective side also appeared from time to time. This always made Madison laugh, finding it really funny how he'd glare at anyone she didn't particularly like whenever he walked past them.

But after another week she was eager to go with Percy to Camp Half-Blood. See how different things were in a Greek demigods camp. Percy was a bit reluctant. He was sure he could easily take care of her, but he wasn't sure if she was ready to leave the camp. After all she had never been on a mission, and the furthest she had left was in her occasional gateways in the sea. And in their case, the sea meant constant protection.

"You’re telling me I can't go when you went in your first mission being how old? 12? 13?" She had a good point in there. If he had been able to literally go down to hell and come back alive, why couldn't she go to his camp? He finally gave in, not before making a mental note not to tell her any of his adventures, at least not in such detail as he had. "But it doesn't just depend on me. You'll have to ask the ones in charge if they give you permission."

"I already did. They said it's ok as long as I go with you. And..." She run to her cabin, and in less than three minutes she was back "I already packed my things. And yours too. So we can leave right now." She said as she handed him his bag. "Are you sure you got everything?"

Madison rolled her eyes "Yes dad." She mocked. Percy lightly hit her, faking annoyance. "Let's go then."

    *time skip*

"Oh don't be like that."

"I said no, boss."

"Blackjack, are you kidding? Didn't you say you'd serve me on everything?"

"On everything necessary, yes. You don't need me for this, I can just stay. It's quite nice here actually."

"But all the dangers there are outside! Can't you at least take her?"

"No is no, boss. Plus, I promised the others I'd go with them to get some donuts. You know there's no way I'm refusing to that."

Percy sighed in exasperation. Even if he was taking Madison with him to his camp, his idea had always been for Blackjack to take them. That way, there was no chance a monster could attack them. But his dear Pegasus friend wasn't helping at all. He saw there was no way of convincing him, so he just began walking away.

"Call me when you need me, boss." Said the horse as Percy left. The boy just huffed, making both Madison and Blackjack laugh. Well, Blackjack neighed, but it could perfectly be translated for a laugh.

"He says he can't take us." Percy said, trying to ignore the fact that his own horse was laughing at him.

"I know." Percy looked at Madison stranged. "How do you-"

"I can understand horses too." She cut him. "I'm a daughter of Neptune after all."

"R-right. I sometimes forget I'm not the only one." He let out a nervous snicker, and Madison laughed again at how forgetful he was. "You can't escape the adventure now!" She grabbed one of his arms and began pulling him towards the exit of the camp, excitement radiating from her.

    ~ ~ ~

Percy had to be grateful. Throughout the whole journey they didn't come across a monster a single time. Madison was slightly disappointed because she had been hoping to fight an epic battle and be able to narrate it when she arrived, but Percy cheered her up by telling her she'd have enough battles in the future. 'If you were me you wouldn't want to go through any of that in the foreseeable future', he once said. It had taken them about two weeks to arrive to the forest that surrounded the Greek camp. Reaching to this part always saddened Percy. Even if his mother was no longer in danger, he still remembered that tragic day vividly. Madison noticed the sudden change in her brother, but decided not to ask him about it.

"So, we've basically arrived." He began, not wanting to remember that day. "Only go up this hill and you'll be able to see the camp."

Madison nodded and followed Percy. They were halfway to reach the top when a noise made them stop in their tracks. "Do you hear that?" Madison asked.

"It sounds like a... " He stopped in the middle of the sentence, analyzing the noises. He could hear the stomps of hoofs, but they didn't sound loud enough to be from a Minotaur. But the noise increased, so it could just be far. "Like a Minotaur. But I think quite a small one." He was able to recognise it coming from his right, so he turned to that side and prepared for the imminent attack. "Stay behind me. Hopefully you won't need to do anything."

Madison was about to protest when the creature appeared from the shadows. Percy would've taken his sword out if it wasn't for the fact that he instantly recognised who it was. "Grover!! Shit, you scared me! "

"That's what I was trying." He went to give him a short hug, noticing Madison standing behind Percy when he hugged him. "Mind asking, who is she?"

"Oh, this is Madison, my sister. Mads, this is Grover, my weird half goat friend."

"I'm not 'half goat', I'm a satyr. But the important thing is, since when did you have a sister?"

"Since like a, uh, three weeks ago?"

"And how did you meet?" Grover asked as they continued heading towards the entrance of the camp.

"While I was at Camp Jupiter, I was one day by the sea and saw her there."

"So she's Roman then." Percy only nodded as an answer. "Does that still make her your sister?"

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, we later on asked to be sure, and they told us it's something that can totally happen."

"And I thought we had enough with one of your kind. Anyways, welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Madison."

"Thanks." Madison smiled. "I was wondering, how are things different here?"

"Uh... Well, first off there are Greek demigods." Madison laughed at his obvious answer, making Grover blush a little. It didn't matter how long it passed, he'd always be Percy's shy and only friend while at school. "I-i can't really know if there's anything different, I've never been in a Roman camp."

"An important difference is that you don't have Mr. D running the camp." Percy added.

"Mr. D?"

"You'll soon meet him. He's an incredible guy." He answered sarcastically.

    ~ ~ ~

Madison was enjoying her time to the fullest. Mr. D had greeted her... Well, like he greeted anyone else. He had already changed her name just like he did with Percy, so they assumed he only did it with any of Poseidon's relatives.

It happened to be a special day, since they were playing Capture the Flag. Madison was nearly jumping from excitement, as Percy told her how was the game going to be, the rules they used and the best tactics to win.

The afternoon finally arrived, coming with it the start of the game. They all put on their armours and helmets with a blue or red plume, depending on the team they were in. As every year, Percy was in the blue team, and thus so was his sister. He told his tactic to the rest of his teammates: both of them would be the ones in charge of the flag. In that way, having some of the strongest ones closer to the flag would make it more difficult for the other team to get it and easier for them to protect it. They then prepared a series of strategies to get the red flag, and after a whole hour of preparations, they were ready to start.

Chiron signaled the beginning, and right then every demigod began running to their places. Percy and Madison found the perfect location to place their flag, where it was well hidden and where, at the same time, the opposite team could catch a glimpse of it without giving away their exact position.

"So the plan is" Percy began saying. "If someone comes I'll go and fight them. You stay next to the flag in case they are too many and I can't deal with all of them." Madison opened her eyes widely "Are you kidding Percy? I'm not gonna stay here without doing a thing."

"Look it's dangerous and-"

"Percy. It's a game."

"I know, but they can be very harsh and maybe they hurt you."

"I've been 16 years by myself, don't you think I can handle a Capture the Flag game?"

"I'm sure you can, but I'm saying that just in case... "

"I swear, you're such an stereotypical brother."

"Why you say that?"

"Cause you're always so overprotective."

"I'm not."

While the two siblings argued about this little thing some other demigods from the red team appeared. By the time they noticed their presence they were incredibly close to getting their flag. Madison was the first one to see them and she run in their direction, drawing her sword. Percy stood where he was for a moment before following his sister. Regardless of their efforts by fighting two demigods each, there was a fifth one they didn't see, who made his way towards the flag and easily took it. Percy and Madison stared dumbfounded at him, realizing how easily they had lost just because they didn't want their respective sibling getting hurt. For some reason they found that very funny and began laughing non stop, while everyone looked at them puzzled. When Grover arrived he just rolled his eyes and said "And this is why you don't have siblings together."