Poseidon danced with Amphitrite under the rays of the moon, smiling at her eternal beauty. He had forgotten it over the ages, but it felt like he was falling in love a second time. The silver light highlights her high cheeks and straight nose, and her upturned eyes glow in the low light.

They twirl, one hand at her waist, hers on his shoulder, and their other one extended out and clasped. The dance is from a time long since the past, but he somehow still remembers it. He dips her down into a kiss, thumb caressing her side.

He's pulling her up and then—

His head roars with pain, and he fights to focus. Her touch allows him to ground himself, and he finds the source of where this sudden pain is from. He sees his son in his mind's eye, and he stumbles back.

He's lying next to a lake, hand brushing the water. Even in the dim light, Poseidon can see that his son's leg is very broken, the bone having broken through the skin. "Poseidon?" His wife asks, and he winces, sharing what he sees with her.

She gasps. "No."

They look at eachother, confused and fearful. Poseidon can feel his sons energy through the water, and he pours his power into the water of the lake, trying to help his son. For a few seconds, he helps, but then the connection is severed.

Poseidon closes his eyes, extending his mind so he can see his son. He sees his son, fighting desperately against the wizards, and he winces as Percy throws his destroyed leg around, embedding the knife in the man's leg. He is dropped, and he rolls closer to the surf. His hand just touches the water.

Poseidon cannot feel his son the way he had before, only a wisp of the boy's soul. He pours his power into the water still, but it barely reaches the child. Percy loses consciousness, and the connection is severed.

He pulls Amphitrite into a hug, eyes wide as he stares into space, already planning how to save his son.

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He had intended to plan, extract his son carefully and quickly, maybe with the help of Triton. But then the prayer ripped through his mind and rage came over him.

Dad— His son prayed, forming a connection between them. Poseidon probed further, paling as his son's body was assaulted with pain. —Please—.

His mind roared, and he screamed for his father. Dad, please, please, make it stop. Dad, I don't know what they want, what did I do, DAD—.

My son, he soothed. I am coming, my son. Hold on, child.

I'm tired, dad.

I know.

His son was gone.

Poseidon rose, summoning his armour and his trident. He moved to rise from his throne, but a deep voice he did not know thundered in his head.

Remember the laws, son of Kronos. You cannot help your son.

How dare—

Do not tell me what to dare. You swore on your blood and over the weapon of your enemy to protect the laws, and I will hold you to that promise.

I am the earthshaker—

I am Chaos, boy. I am the past, the present, the future. The laws are mine and you swore to protect them. Do not break this oath. This is not an oath of the Styx, and you know that. Perseus's fate is not yours to control.

Will my son live?

And then the presence was gone, and Poseidon's question was left unanswered. He stood, shaking slightly. Then he fell to his knees and let loose a roar that came from the very depths of his soul.