Poseidon ignored his merson and greeted Percy Jackson. Or more of Percy asked about a million questions. Why did he look weird? How could he help? Why wasn’t Tyson in the fight? If Kronos was dead?
Out of all those questions, Poseidon held his smile. He was fond of his demigod son, and it wasn’t being hid from Triton. Triton grimaced and began to swim forward but he forgot about his invisible cage and was slammed backwards.
Amphitrite had already left and Poseidon’s non halfblood son would have, except he was still trapped. Poseidon released him with the flick of his pinky finger.
Battles the Sea god could not see flashed between Percy and Triton. “Come to help at last?” Triton smirked leaning on his miniature trident.
Percy looked like he was going to punch his big brother in the nose. Instead his face flashed from anger, to calm. “Tell me what to do.”
Poseidon was deeply impressed. He knew his son’s actions. The sea could not be contained nor controlled. Percy was fighting hard against his instincts. None the less, the god secretly thanked him. He did not need sibling rivalry at this moment.
A few minutes later Triton looked at his father. “I’ll be going to the front lines father. I will not fail you.” He glared pointedly at Percy, but either Percy didn’t take the cue that he was accusing him of failing, or he didn’t care what Triton said.
In the end, Poseidon, against his nature sent Percy back to Camp Halfblood. He would have loved to have his demigod son stay with him at the palace. He could have shown him the underwater realm and they would fish together maybe. Of course, direct contact like that was strictly forbidden.
Percy looked genuinely afraid for his father, and Poseidon could sense all emotions in the sea. Let this child live, if you care anything for the Olympians. He thought to himself, a silent plea to the three Fates.
He told Perseus to ask Chiron about the Great Prophecy. “It’s time.” He told him.
He sighed and changed back into his true transformation. Sea weeds around him stood straight up as he changed and grew strong and healthy. The mermen coming in from being wounded leaped from their stretchers, healthy and strong.
This was one of his best powers, but it waned his energy so much, Poseidon knew that if he changed again he would not be able to do that for at least a day or two.
Oceanus approached in his stupid chariot, as Percy had described it, and the snake Poseidon would tie in knots, as Tyson had said. Poseidon hoped that was true.
“Poseidon! Yield now and I will have pity on you! You can become one of my servants, or perhaps even entertainment!” Oceanus boomed. His voice sent water spiraling away from him, like mini whirl pools. Some of them crashed into buildings, Poseidon’s beautiful buildings, and they cracked. Two or three more hits of those, and they would go down.
“I hope you’re prepared for a long trip Oceanus. I may not see you until a few more millennia- I’ve heard Tarturus does a wonderful job of holding visitors.” Poseidon retorted wielding his trident. It shone with magical light.
Oceanus laughed. “Oh, you’re still young compared to me, but the sea is even more ancient then you. I was born with the sea young god.” As if to prove his boasts Oceanus lifted his arms and the sea rushed together.
Poseidon held his trident in front of him, just as the sea crashed into him. The trident acted well as a shield but it was not made for that. He was thrown backwards and he landed on the steps of his temple. Poseidon grimaced and got up.
“Really Oceanus. If that’s all you’ve got, I have nothing to fear- Old Man.” He taunted weakly. He tried to make his voice sound strong.
Oceanus stroked his serpent/sword thoughtfully. “Oh no little Sea god. That was my warm up act.” He tapped his serpent and it expanded until it was even bigger than a kraken.
Poseidon looked up at it, feeling suddenly very small. He willed himself to grow until he reached his limit. The serpent was still a good twenty or so feet above him. Poseidon gritted his teeth and jabbed his trident at the serpent’s skin, experimentally.
The trident bounced off harmlessly. Oceanus was reclining on Poseidon’s throne when the Sea god looked up. “Oceanus, how dare you-” he was interrupted by the Serpent smacking him over. The Sea god went flying into the water and he would have hit the Amphitrite statue, but instead he used the water to his advantage.
It bent to his command and shot him back at the serpent. It turned just in time to get a full on water rocket in the face. It fell backwards stunned, but not killed. Poseidon roared in anger, his battle cry rocking the city.
He plunged his trident into the monster’s tongue and it shuddered through out its entire body.
Poseidon turned around to face Oceanus once more. The old god was gone. Poseidon made a 360 and no sign of the ugly duckling anywhere. Great.
Suddenly, something slammed into the back of his neck. Poseidon crumpled.
Few times did Poseidon have a vision. It only happened in times where he had two choices and it showed him one path in particular. He scowled to himself. “Not now!” He muttered as his vision started.
Visions for Poseidon: A gift from the water. Shows him one path for his options. Only takes one second, but feels much longer. He can feel pain in them. Emotions are also included in the package.
Poseidon blinked. Where was he? He tried to move his arms and legs, and realized he couldn’t. He was stuck. The fuzziness from his eyes cleared and he looked around. The other 12 Olympian gods were there too. It seemed to be a dark room.
A torture chamber? He guessed. It was not Tarturus whatever it was. But it still had the same gruesome affect, as if to say, let your guard down. You can’t escape so stop trying. A cold chill went down Poseidon’s back as if someone had just poured cold water on his back. Normally Poseidon liked the water, but this felt evil.
He realized he was suspended to a wall with golden chains holding him in place. Obviously, whoever had wanted to trap him was not doing a good job. Poseidon thought. I am more powerful than gold!
The shock came quickly. He willed his power to burst into the chains, to break them. The gold chains shone with blue-green power and the ocean crackled in them.
The chains did not break. It held the energy for a moment then blasted it back at Poseidon. He arched his back in pain, and cried out. He’d never felt a pain like it.
Zeus stirred from his trap. He looked up quickly. “Poseidon!” He cried. “Where are we?” He looked absolutely outraged to being trapped.
Poseidon shook from being blasted. He barely managed, “I-I don’t know brother.” His whole body felt as if it were on fire.
Zeus shook his head at the gold chains. “This will not do. I must blast them to get out.” Poseidon almost spat on the ground. He almost said, “Good luck with that.” But lightning would leave Zeus in such a state they would have to haul his sorry butt out of here like they’d done so many times.
“Brother please doesn’t.” Poseidon warned. “These contraptions…I do not know how, but they absorb your energy and blast it back at you.”
Zeus snorted. “Really? Did you try this Po?”
Artemis started to stir along with her twin brother Apollo as Poseidon spoke. “Zeus, of course I tried to get out already! If my power worked right, I’d be out of here! And don’t call me Po!” The Sea god looked like a child who had just been told ‘no’ you can’t have the candy.
Artemis was alert as always. “I wish I had my arrows.” She said wistfully. “I could use them to get us out of here.”
Apollo managed a smile. “Anyone want to hear a new haiku? It might pass the time.”
They all shook their heads “no.” Apollo said one anyways.
All of us so trapped
Can I rub this in Zeus’ face?
Man, I told you so!
Artemis sighed. “Really Apollo? Is this the time for your obnoxious poems?” Apollo lifted his head regally. “There is always time for a poem, Milady.”
Zeus trembled with anger.
“We must get out of here! I say we combine powers and blast this wretched place to kingdom come! Who’s with me?” He looked around. No one said yes.
By now all the Olympians were awake and struggling with their chains, well everybody except for Dionysus.
Zeus glowered. “Hades, can you get us out of here? Gold is your specialty.” Hades, Lord of the Underworld smirked at Zeus.
“So, the mighty Zeus admits he need’s help?” He looked so smug, Poseidon was sure Zeus was going to blast him.
“Hey Apollo, make a poem about this one-”Hades began. Hera cut him off. “Enough, boys! My perfect family…hangs like this. It’s hard on me.” She sniffed.
Hephaestus growled like an angry machine acting up. “You and your perfect families! I could try to get us out of here…if I had the right tools and my hands were free.” He drifted off wistfully.
Zeus shouted to get every bodies attention. “Silence!” He roared. “We obviously need everybody to go around in a circle trying to get free and when somebody succeeds they will help the others.”
Poseidon lifted his head. “No! Don’t- these chains. They are powerful; they sap your strength and use it against you!”
Zeus glared at the Sea god. “Nonsense. Watch, I’ll go first.” The room lit up with a magnificent light and Poseidon wanted to believe his brother. He half expected to see a pair of blackened cuffs swinging where he was and Zeus helping get the other gods down.