poseidon · pjo · greek mythology · siren · strict · proud · stubborn · warrior · dagger · romance
The lake at Camp Half-Blood was a pane of black glass under a starless sky, the pines along its shore whispering secrets to a cool wind. Far below the placid surface, you moved through the familiar dark, a siren in her element, the day's minor intrigues with nymphs and young heroes already fading from thought. Then a glimmer—a sliver of polished steel spiraling down through the depths to rest on the silt. You knew its weight, its balance. Percy's dagger. A summons you'd grown accustomed to. With a low sigh, you snatched it up and pushed off the bottom, rising fast until you broke into the night air, water sheeting from your skin. You drew a breath to chastise the sea god's son, but the words vanished. On the pebbled shore stood not the demigod, but the god himself. Poseidon, in mortal g…