TwilightRulz11

My Son (Poseidon's POV of when Percy returns the Master Bolt) Zeus and I were having an intense argument. We had been at odds since his Master Bolt was stolen at the winter solstice and he had blamed my son, Percy. I knew Percy was innocent—he didn't even know about us being real, or that he was the son of a god. Until his friend Grover—a satyr—brought him to Camp Half-Blood and introduced him to the life of a Demi-God. There was an awkward silence after we yelled at each other. It was at this time that I saw Percy walking up the steps to the Throne Room and coming toward us. He had a red backpack hanging off his shoulder.

I did not have to wait long for Darren. Two days after he ran from me, he was back. I heard his quick footsteps from a mile away. This town was so quiet that I could here that far! I was waiting for him just inside the door. "I heard you coming. You lasted longer in the world of humans than I thought." I said. "I sucked blood from one of my best friends," he told me angrily, "and I almost bit my younger sister." "You escaped lightly," I said coolly. "Many vampires kill someone close to them before realizing they are doomed." "There's no way back, is there? No magic potion to make me human again or keep me from attacking people?" he as

 I led the way back out of the theater. Darren seemed more sure of where his feet were falling than when I had listened to him shuffling along when he first came here. I pinned it to his now being a half-vampire. I'm sure he just thought it was because he was used to the dark now. When we got outside I looked around. The moon was shining above and lightening our path. I told him to get on my back. "Keep your arms wrapped around my neck. Do not let go or make any sudden movements. We would not want you to fall off." While he was hopping up, he looked down at my slippers. He looked confused, but did not say anything. I was wearing them beca

"You're crazy!" he stumbled backward as he yelled at me. "There's no way I'd become your assistant! You must be mad to even thing such a thing!" Mad? No. Smart? Yes. I shrugged at him. "Then Steve Leopard dies," I stated simply. Indecision was evident in his eyes. He stopped retreating. "Please, there must be another way!" he begged. "The issue is not open to debate," I growled. "If you wish to save your friend, you must join me. If you refuse, we have nothing further to discuss." "What if I—" he started. I cut him off. "Do not waste my time!" I snapped at the boy, pounding my fist on the table. "I have lived in this dirty hole

The next few days were the same as the first two. Go to the boy's house at ten, come back at five. Try to learn anything new about him. All that I had learned was that he liked soccer, he and Steve are best friends, he gets good grades, he loves him family a lot, and he is absolutely obsessed with spiders. That would explain why he stole Madam Octa! I could tell that Darren was getting more skilled at controlling Madam Octa. Sometimes if I went early enough to watch him, I could hear him playing the flute. It did not take a genius to figure out what he was doing. It has been at least two weeks since Darren stole Madam Octa. He was definit

I walked back to the old theater the Cirque was currently camped in and headed toward Mr. Tall's van. I needed to speak with him about staying here for a little while. I was in front of his van when the door swung open. Mr. Tall stood looking down at me. "Good morning, Larten." he said. His black eyes stared at me with the infinite wisdom I had come to expect from him. "To you as well, Hibernius. I would wish to speak with you, if it is convenient." I asked. Hibernius nodded and allowed me inside. Mr. Tall's van was enormous. It wasn't tall enough for Hibernius—I hardly think anything is—but it was still big. He had Cirque du

The next few days were dull. We were to rest for a few more days before moving on again. I still could not get that stupid boy and his friend, Darren, out of my mind. What would drive a young man to abandon his friends and family for a life of solitude? Very odd, if you ask me. Monday night rolled by. I went for a hunt that night. Very pretty woman she was too. I went to check on Madam Octa before I slid into my coffin. The sounds of the day were muted by my coffin and by the earth walls surrounding me. The rest of the Cirque were already fast asleep, but would be awake in a few short hours. It was around 5 o'clock in the morning when I s

I was waiting in the wings for my turn. Mr. Tall was standing beside me, also waiting. He would help me with my performance, as he always did. He would also announce me before I appeared on the stage. Hans Hands came walking towards me. He could run on his hands faster than anyone could with his or her legs! "Larten, looks like you're up next." Hans acknowledged me. Then he walked out of my sight before I could answer. Mr. Tall was announcing me to the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, our next act is another unique and perplexing one. It can also be quite dangerous, so I ask that you make no noise and do not clap until you are told it is saf