Triton: Competition

Summary: He'll never live up to his half-brother. He hates that most.

Note: written for Alexa159's oneshot challenge. (Whew. Finally finished.)

"Father?"

"Yes, son?" Poseidon seems distracted – distant – somehow. Triton wonders why, briefly, but then pushes the thought away.

"Is it true, about the Percy boy? Did you break . . .?" he trails off, and his father does not reply.

This is all the answer that he needs.

. . .

Word of the Great Prophecy gets to Triton – because he has people everywhere, of course.

"A half-blood of the eldest gods,

Shall reach sixteen against all odds,

And see the world in endless sleep

The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap.

A single choice shall end his days,

Olympus to preserve or raze."

He's sort of a bit envious (why didn't he get a prophecy?) and he knows that it's a little one-sided. After all, the prophecy didn't say it was Percy – even though all evidence pointed to him. He's jealous because all he gets to do is play messenger and fight in some damn war that isn't even his. (Hello, can anyone say unfair?)

Percy isn't thousands of years old like he is, why does he get all that damn glory? First off, he's returned Zeus' master lightning bolt – he hasn't even seen it. Then, he gets the Golden Fleece – the Golden Fleece is here? And he's also defeated the Titan Atlas, and returned him to his rightful place – he's never even been to Mount Othyrus.

And when he hears that Jackson boy has conquered the maze, the might maze of Daedalus, he cannot help but want to turn him into salt water – he has rarely ever been outside of the water.

Percy gets the best of both worlds.

. . .

Jealousy – an emotion formed with the courtesy of Eros. He should not feel jealous – he is a god; all mighty; all powerful. Human emotions were beneath him. And jealousy was certainly a human emotion. (A raw, unjustified human emotion at that.)

Out of his entire existence, he was rarely jealous. (Jealousy didn't suit his being much.) He didn't think that regular mortals deserved his jealousy. Sure, they got to live on land – but who cares?

This did not count.

Because, as much as he hated to admit it – he was jealous of Percy. (That wounded his ego pretty frickin' bad.)