Percy POV

Something was wrong with Stacey, I knew that much. I would grill her on it later but for the time being I heard the horn being blown, signalling an attack. I shattered the sound barrier and ran for the Camp entrance. I was met with a small army of monsters. I sighed and shook my head. My training exercises were harder than this. I charged. Slash, duck twirl, jab, decapitate. Repeat. That was pretty much my schedule the whole attack. I shooed some of the younger campers away when they tried to help. As I kept battling monsters were getting more and more annoying. Eventually I decided enough was enough and I REALLY let loose.

I took a step back and spread my wings, the tips alone sent a least a dozen monsters back to Tartarus as I stretched them. It was getting very irritating to fight with the hood in my face, so I quickly changed my appearance and threw it off. I gave myself golden eyes and tousled blonde hair. My nose was smaller, and my lips fuller. I looked absolutely nothing like myself. See, the thing about being the primordial of malevolence, you kind of get to be really REALLY powerful. I glared, and pure hatred coursed through monsters veins. That really isn’t healthy for your complexion. One by one they poofed into golden dust. Hatred does that to a person, err monster. I also could have evaporated all of the monster blood they had, but.. it’s a lot more fun to use my other powers I found out I could have done that as a son of Poseidon when I moved in with Chaos. I’m still trying to learn the new ones myself. I tucked my wings close again, and managed not to impale anybody. I figured the wind would blow away the dust the monsters left behind. So rude.

I turned around, all of the campers were staring at me. Piper was rolling her eyes, and Stacey looked a little confused, probably about the appearance change. I clapped my hands,

“Well. If that’s over I’m going for a swim. See ya on the flip side!” I say and flash back to the beach. I feel sand between my toes and breath in the smell of the beach. I take off my hood and let it fall on the ground. I make myself a pair of shorts and step in, not having to worry about my father sensing my presence. Even though I’ve gotten considerably stronger, water still is nice. Verrry nice. I dive to the bottom and lay down letting my head fall on the sand. Fish swim by and greet me. I have an exceedingly boring conversation with a catfish, but it meant well. I close my eyes. I feel the water coursing through my lungs and every part of me feels alive. No matter what happens, or how powerful I become, I will always be a son of Poseidon, and of that I am proud. As I lay there I had been stretching my wings, but quickly folded them when a small fish was killed by the tips. I of course promptly resurrected him, but I still felt guilty. It’s a very traumatizing experience being on the wrong ends of the wings.

I kept still for a while, but got restless and decided to visit my father. As I swam I met a few sea serpents, which I nodded at, showing them who was boss. I arrived and smiled as I walked in, Annabeth had done a wonderful job. Wait no- don’t think about that. Annabeth killed you, you hate her. I banished the thought of my ex from my mind and kept going.

I finally reached the throne room, and the dolphin guards let me in. Poseidon looked up and smiled warmly when he saw me. He dismissed whoever he was talking to, swam over, and crushed me in a bear hug. He pulled back smiling,

“How are you my boy?” He said heartily, making the palace shine, as it reflected his emotions.

“It’s been awhile, months! It gets boring down here!” He complained good naturedly. I chuckle,

“Glad to know you missed me.” I say smiling. I look around the room for something that could be improved, and notice that in the far corner, the wall looks a little bland. I quickly pull the light energy nearby out of the air to form a tall sculpture of the two of us together. Percy and Poseidon. The other gods, and demigods if they see it will wonder but he’ll know, and thats what counts.

A/N: I AM A WORM. A WORTHLESS WORM. (If you know what that is from I applaud you) I haven't updated in a month and I can't even make a proper excuse. I can however, try. Okay so I had a humongous case of writers block. I am also trying out other ideas for a PJ fanfic. So far I am planning on making one where Percy is skitzafrenic and abused. I've read a lot of abused Percy stories and want to try to make one, and have yet to see one with skitzafrenia involced. I have a lot of the plot lined out, and I'm not sure if I'm going to involve the gods or not yet. I'm so sorry about how short this is, it's more of a filler chapter than anything. Hopefully I will get some more ideas for this soon. In case you are worried I HAVE NO PLANS TO DELETE THIS ANYTIME REMOTELY SOON. If I don't update for a while it just means I have writers block. I have seen your ideas for OC's and love them! They will show up soon. As will feels. BAHAHA. (Percabeth will live)

Your favorite demigod,

Isa Rivers