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Whooosshh
The sound of screaming deafened the rush of air that left cuts all over her body, blazing hot air rushed and curled around her and Anthonius like an Iron maiden that squeezed tighter with every second.
"AAAAAHHH!" Drool came out of her lips and stuck to her jaw, Tartarus was Tartarus indeed and the scare during the Lightning quest didn't even come close to entering its deep and treacherous depths.
KGh!
Anthonius' bites onto her shoulder gave forth a metallic scent that made her dizzy, or was that just them falling? Her sight went black for a moment C̸̡̖̥̜͎͕̙̻̃̀͌̌́͂͜õ̸̡̙̮̜̖͇͕̹͓̜̪̜̝̀̉͐ͅm̸̥̣̝̪̟̩͕̠̰͑̃̊͋̅̎͐́̌̀͆͒̚͜ẽ̸̞͍̼͔̔̎͘ ̷̧̩͍̤̭̭̦͎͋̋̎͜b̷̪̽͜Ȁ̸̢̲̩̥̩̲̼͔͍͙͎̖̙̲͒̍̋͘ͅc̶̡̙̮̔̎͜k̸͉͓͈̈́̒̏͛̑͘̚͝͠.
The sound of a wet squelch on the floor made her slam her eyes shut giving it a sleep and rumbling ring in her ears.
'weh waah'
Percy felt tears and fluids on her face, along with a heavy weight and coldness on her stomach like a knife…
No. An umbilical cord was cut.
"Congratulations my lady! It's a healthy pair of twins!" The midwife spoke, giving Percy and Poseidon to Rhea, did… Did She come back to the time Poseidon was born? Because of Kronos?
Percilla looked up, squinting her eyes only to see picture perfect vision, the bouts of Ichor she had in the othe Universe led her to know and memorize it.
No…
"She was a surprise… My beautiful children, lovely twins, I shall name the two of you, Poseidon and as you came after him in my womb as a fraternal twin.. Hm, Pistí palírroia Faithful Tide, or rather, Percilla for short."
It was the same name… Was it a coincidence? Or something much crueler.
Who was it that had the power to turn her fate back to this? Who else but a Primordial.
Yet rack her minds for all the braincells she had, (Which was a single cell she shared with Grover) and nothing came to mind, not even Izanagi.
He was a gentle husband but he also he was forceful at times, had he been the one who wanted to bring her back all he would do was forcefully take her soul to his palace and hide her from all who dared to approach.
so whom?
It could be a plot or plan for enjoyment and nothing else. Chaos, Tartarus, a Mischief primordial that she did not know of.
In her mind full of running and storms, she was cleaned, fed and the door was opened by a different midwife. The stomping of 5 other siblings pushed the thought out of her mind.
The loud questions and cooing over her and her father, now twin, gave her whiplash.
"Mom mom mom mom mommommom momama!" "Oooh, she's so pretty! Her eyes are like green.. uh Green things that are green!" "Mother, weren't you supposed to only have another son and not twins?" "Nooo… I mean YAY! more… siblings… dammit"
Grandma— Mother Rhea smiled and patted two of her children on the head, A red-haired child yelling about how he was in fact, a super-duper cool older brother and not a baby, really Adamas was so childish in the past.
And Hestia that preened into the hand with a smile so wide it streeetcheed her face into a wide oval. Metaphorically.
"Meet your siblings oh lords and ladies, also yes, we found out a few moments, or rather days before Lady Rhea's labour that the tiny boy I had already prepared for, split apart into a girl and the original boy.-
Thankfully, as they are gods, the new and surprising babe grew into a full fetus that was ready to be birthed in a few days. But that was a mighty and yet joyful shock."
The midwife spoke, her green eyes and red hair that left like flames along side wet body as though she had came fresh from an ocean spoke, entertained Percy's siblings with emphasis.
She was a Neireid who was upcoming and entertaining, Mother Rhea had good taste in attendants, but..
The fear that came at remembering all that happened here made her shudder, "Oh, little sister, what's wrong?" A girl with shining locks that looked like it took hours to form, with a bright silver tiara said gently to her.
She looked so innocent and gentle Percilla almost didn't recognize her as Hera. Everyone looked so different…
Percy, at the warm hug from Hera burst into tears. "W-Waaaaaah—" She wailed, drawing attention from the storytelling to her.
Poseidon, who looked bored the whole time, suddenly burst into a flushed gold, angrily slapping her, even if it felt like a soft bap. "Stop!" His first words were in anger, as if indignified at the thought that someone as imperfect as her was his sister.
"Waaaaaah!" The room suddenly filled with panic all in a matter of seconds, her tears will not stop flowing, Her mom, Anthonius, Grover, Clarisse. Everyone.
Percy wanted to go back, not be comforted by a change of clothes, or milk or whatever, her tears and wails were drowned out with placative offerings. "Stop!" "Someone record his first words!" "He's an angry baby, an Angby!" "Your jokes suck"
Mom…..