Get in the water. Get In the Water ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:51 Epic (The Vengeance Saga)

Percy had enough of the gods. That much became obvious whenever he joined Gaea's forces during Giant war.

You were on a quest, desperately trying to get home after so many losses with your crew. You were terrified for what may come, blood littered your hands from the last death.

Just then, up ahead, you saw massive waves. The ocean twisted and turned, wind picking up roughly. Your sails led you to it despite your desperate attempts to avoid doing so.

As you were pulled into the middle of the stormy seas, it finally calmed. Confusion flooded over you until it was quickly replaced by straight fear.

There stood Percy Jackson, holding his own father's trident with an evil grin on his face.

"I've been waiting for this moment... For the perfect time to strike. When your homes so close, and you've reached your coast... Thats when our paths collide." He spoke; his tone icy cold.

He had a glint in his eyes, one of pure bloodlust. He looked amused, way too entertained by the mere thought of slaughtering you.

"I've got a reputation. I've got a name to uphold. So, I can't go lettin' you walk, or else the world will forget I'm cold..." He continued, tilting his head slightly as his dark curls clung to his skin.

Water droplets swam down his clothes, compressed to his body as his voice slid by ungodly.

"Now... Get in the water." He ducked his head down, his knuckles turning a pale shade due to his grip on the trident. "Get in the water..."

"Or Ill raise the tides so high, all of Camp Half Blood will die." He threatened, the unmistakable twinkle in his eyes only being classified as immoral and sinful.

"Get in the water." He repeated, standing upon the calm waters.