Poseidon Point of View:

In the middle of the night, I heard it again: The sound, when someone tossed about, the fearful gasping, the frantic breathing.

Finally I heard him getting up, slipping a t-shirt on and leaving the cabin to the jetty. Carfully I sat up and saw Percy through the window at the beach, illuminated from the moonlight.

Torn, if I should go after him or not, I remained in this position a few minutes longer. Damn it! He was my son and I was his father. Fathers were meant to be there for their children!

Determined I threw my covers back and went out of the cabin to the beach.

Percy had let himself fall on his back into the sand. One arm lied on his face as if he was tired and wondered if he should just fall asleep.

He muttered something I didn`t unterstand at first, but as I closed up on him I heard him: „Why didn`t you help me and let me go through the absolute hell every night now?"

I knew immediately, that he talked to me. Well, not to me as Pete, but to the sea, to me, his father Poseidon.

His voice sounded so tired, so weak, I thought, he would fell asleep by any second. „Everything okay?" I asked and regretted it the second it left my mouth.

My mind screamed: „Everything okay! Something better wasn`t on your mind?!"

Percy sat up fast and looked at me alarmed: „What the... - Where did you were coming from?"

„I heard you, when you left the cabin. I was worried.", I confessed , because it was true.

Percy sighed and slumped back into the white sand, „I`m sorry. I didn`t mean to wake you. Next time I`ll be quieter."

I shook my head and sat down beside him, „You didn`t wake me... well, okay, you did, but anyway I have a pretty light sleep."

Percy didn`t answer. Instead he buried his head tired in his hands and took deep breaths.

The waves that periodically hit the shore had a calming effect on me, so I dared to ask him: "You have nightmares. Yesterday already and tonight too. And I believe every night, right?"

He groaned, "Yes."

"How long has this been going already?" Slowly the concern really spread through me. The situation seemed more serious than I thought.

"Since... I am back ... from... the place I always dream about.", Percy sighed, "I wish it would really be a dream."

Interrogative I turned my head to him: "What are your dreams about? What place was so bad?"

Surprisingly my son began to laugh: "You really are curious. But if I remember correctly, I wanted to tell you the story after you trained enough. And this place appertains to the story."

"Oh.", I only said. "Answer me at least one more question: Is that the part of the story, why you hate Poseidon? Sorry, don`t like him very much."

Percy nodded, stood up and went to the shore until the seawater washed over his bare ankles. Immediately the tiredness disappeared from his face. Okay, the question of how he could look so awake after all the nightmares was just answered.

Why hadn´t I thought about this? He simply splashed water in his face and voila: A wide-awake son of Poseidon.

Suddenly I sensed an impatience I couldn`t endure and an idea formed in my mind: "How about we practice now? I mean, I´m sure we both can`t sleep now and I want to know, how it was going on?"

Percy looked at me slightly grinning, "You`ve forgotten about the harpies, haven`t you? They could come after as in any second."

Oh, damnit. How could I forgot?! I cursed.

"Relax. If you are so eager, we can practice on the web, but not at the beach, alright?", Percy said and went back to the cabin.

Ten minutes later we faced each other again with our swords in the right hand. We had changed our clothes, before we went out, so the danger of being injured wasn`t so high. Percy was right the night before. Even in the night it was hot.

"So.", he said grinning, "Attack me. Try to hit me." I nodded and observed him. He stood there completely relaxed and waited for me to do something.

I raised the sword and tried to hit his side but he casually responded to it and my blade got sidetracked from his. I quickly swung it toward his shoulder, but he parried the blow, as if he had never done anything different in his life.

"You reveal every move.", Percy cautioned me, "You don`t have to focus on the point you want to strike. Let your sword go there by itself. Swordplay is like dancing. Your movements must be so natural, that your enemy doesn`t know, where you want to hit him."

This went on like that for two hours until we decided to stop, because by know I was sweating again. My bones felt bruised and I was sure my muscles would be sore the next day.

Breathless I put my sword away and sat down on the edge of the web.

"Okay.", Percy said and sat down beside me, "You want me to continue to tell the story.. Well, euh, Leo had begun to build the flying ship Argo II with his cabin. They were slow, but finally they finished. I woke up at the wolf house in North California in june, I think. The goddess Lupa, who raised Romulus and Remus, trained me for a few weeks and then I had to find Camp Jupiter. The worst weren`t the two gorgons, which followed me, but my amnesia. I couldn`t even remember my own name. The only thing that came into my mind was Annabeth. It was terrible knowing that this girl means something to me, but I didn`t know what..."

At this part I wanted to roll my eyes, but I just couldn`t. I couldn`t hate the girl, that meant so much to my son.

Percy kept talking: "I met Juno, the roman version of Hera – who isn`t much better than the greek by the way – at the camp border. She gave me the choice: I could go back into the sea, where I would be safe and escape my fate, or I could carry through the Tiber to New Rome."

I stared at him confused, "What is so bad about the Tiber that you had to choose?"

"The Tiber is roman territory.", Percy explained, "And at that time I was invicible. The curse of Achilles is a greek curse. Juno warned me it would be washed away if I cross the border. I didn`t care. I didn`t have any memory about my former life and thought: Why not? So I carried her over the border and she introduced me as son of Neptune."

"How did they react?", I asked.

"Not very enthusiastic. Neptune is not really admired there. They fear him of course, but they don`t worship him. His children bring misfortune. It`s difficult to find friends there when you don`t have any memories. I mean, they want to know more about you, but you can`t tell them anything. Hazel and Frank, a daughter of Pluto and a son of Mars, were the only ones I was friends with. Reyna, the praetor was nice too, but Octavian was an asshole. Sorry for the expression, but trust me. He is one. I was desperate and scarred. I asked my dad for help; that he should tell me what I had to do. He never answered."

My heart tightened as I saw the bitterness, the grief and the disapointness in Percy`s eyes. Percy told me how he, Hazel and Frank left the camp to free Thanatos. When he came to the part with Polybotes his voice faltered

"I felt so sick. I almost threw up. Fortunetely Iris helped me."

Once I was a god again I would send Iris a gift basket. When Percy told me about Phineas I had to take a deep breath to stop me from sreaming at Percy for making a bet. There was a fifty-fifty chance for him to die!

Percy stopped telleing me the story after he and his friends escaped from Frank`s home, "After the next time I will tell you...-"

He couldn`t go on, because in that moment a nasty bang caused the air to shiver literally.

Hey,

I hope there were not too many mistakes in the chapter. I haven`t had time to go trough it, so if you find some tell me :) I can only get better when I know where my mistakes are.

I`m sorry it took me so long again. I plan to upload an one shot about Percy and Poseidon. Would you like that?

See you,

Laura :)