NOVEL NEXT Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Early Training
The body of an infant is fragile, small, and weak. But that's just the exterior. What lies beneath my infantile body is divine potential waiting to be unfolded.
I've spent my first month acclimating to this newbody and vessel. I can already feel the latent and innate power coursing through me, the essence of Poseidon himself was engraved in my blood.
But just feeling isn't enough. Sensing it, controlling it—that's the first step. I can't afford to stumble through life like the original Percy, only discovering his true strength when forced into battle.
No. I'll command this power long before the world even knows I exist.
I lie still in the crib, staring at the car toy above me—a simple thing, but it keeps my mother happy to see me entertained. In reality, I'm focusing inward, attempting to sense the divine energy within me.
It's faint at first, like trying to hear a whisper in a storm. My infant body isn't used to channeling anything other than milk and tears, but I push harder. Every second counts.
'Focus.' I close my eyes, ignoring the shackle of my tiny body, and reach deeper into myself.
And there it is—a pulse. Faint, but undeniable. A soft rhythm, like the tide ebbing and flowing in the distance. It feels… familiar, like I've known it all my life.
The ocean, its immense, untamed power, hums just beneath my skin. This is the power of Poseidon. And it belongs to me.
The first thing I need to understand is how much of it I can use, and more importantly, how to access it when I need it.
I focus again, my lungs taking breaths as I try to channel the divine energy. My hands clench into tiny fists as I concentrate, attempting to bend the flow to my will.
At first, nothing happens. But then, something shifts. A coolness spreads through my chest, like the touch of a sea breeze. I can feel it moving, responding to me, sluggish but present.
I'm close.
But there's a knock on the door, and the sensation dissipates, slipping through my fingers like water. I open my eyes as my mother enters the room, a smile on her face.
I watch her as she picks me up, her warm energy of of a loving mother surrounding me in an embrace.
For a moment, I allow myself to feel the comfort of her presence. Sally Jackson, my mother. In the original timeline, Percy would have done anything to protect her, and I understand why.
She's kind, gentle, and loves unconditionally. But I'm not here for comfort. I can't afford it.
As she rocks me in her arms, I close my eyes again. The rhythm of her heartbeat lulls me, but my mind is elsewhere. I'm already thinking ahead.
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For the past month, I've been gathering my thoughts, thinking about how to approach my goal of becoming a god.
It's not just about gaining raw power—any fool can chase power. No, it's about control, about understanding how to manipulate the divine energy within me and beyond.
The gods, in their arrogance, treat mortals like chess pieces. But I won't be a piece on their board. I will be the one who moves the pieces.
But before I can do that, I need to grow. Physically, of course, but more importantly, I need to train. My body is still developing, so for now, I'll focus on what I can control: sensing and manipulating the power within me.
Once I master that, I can move to the next phase.
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Later that night, after my mother has tucked me into bed, I begin again. This time, without distraction. I focus on my breathing, something I had practiced in my previous life. Deep, steady breaths, in and out. I imagine the ocean once more, its waves rising and falling, and I reach for that pulse, that connection to Poseidon's power.
The coolness returns, more clear now. It flows through me, slow but steady. I can feel it filling my tiny limbs, swirling beneath the surface of my skin. My heart races, and for a moment, I lose control.
The car toy above me begins to spin faster, the faintest traces of moisture gathering in the air around it. It's subtle, almost imperceptible, but it's there.
A grin forms on my lips. 'This is it.'
I release the energy, and everything returns to normal. The car toy slows to its usual rhythm, deathly silent, the moisture evaporating into the air.
I'm still not in full control, but I've made progress. I know now that the power is there, waiting to be harnessed.
As I drift off to sleep, I remind myself: this is just the beginning. I'll grow stronger, faster than Percy ever did. I'll learn to manipulate the elements before I even step foot outside my mother's house. And when the time comes for the trials and the monsters, I'll be ready.
Because unlike Percy, I don't just want to survive—I want to conquer.
The gods may not know it yet, but they've made a mistake. They've given a man who dreams of godhood the body of a demigod. And soon enough, I'll show them just what that means.
I close my eyes, letting sleep take me, my thoughts filled with one simple, undeniable truth.
I will become more than a demigod. I will become a god.
And this world will be mine.
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