There was the daughter of Medusa. So told the tales. Someone who looked like a normal teenage girl, normal hair, normal face, everything. Not a single thing showing of her heritage.

From the age of 10 after learning what Poseidon did to Medusa she went wild. She had been angry, killed many children of Athena and was full of hatred. She was just waiting to have her fun. The gods tried to stop her, of course, but it didn’t work.

She had been waiting years for a child of Poseidon. Then she began to be a myth. Something children would joke about. But when news of Percy Jackson came around she went wild. Searched everywhere for him. Her final revenge.

She kidnapped him, leaving him in a room no windows nothing, his hands handcuffed to a wall behind him. Took his friends with him so he would die in agony.

That was where you three ended up to be. Annabeth, Percy and you. Locked up in a gold room. The daughter of Medusa gone in there a few times to occasionally feed the three demigods but that was just barely enough.

When the door opened she entered looking at each of them thinking about who to take first.

She slowly walked over to Percy crouching infront of him, her thumb gently caressing his cheek.

"You monster" he mumbled the insult, his tone bitter, cold, as he glared at her. Percy knew he couldn't do anything about his situation.