The Daughter of Poseidon

13. I return the Trident

When I entered, Zeus, Poseidon and Hades were there. They were arguing until my father spotted me. They were all sitting on their thrones.

Zeus was dressed in a normal black suit and his hair was the same colour. His eyes were an aqua blue and he glared at me like he wanted to kill me.

My father was dressed in sandals and a Hawaiian shirt, sort of like Mr D. His eyes were exactly like mine, and so was his hair. Hades was wearing black robes, and his skin was pale.

His eyes were dark and hollow, and so was his dark hair. All three of them were staring at me. No, they were staring at the trident in my backpack.

"It seems that your daughter has completed her first trial brother." I didn't expect Hades to be the first one to speak. And I still had no idea what these trials were I that had to complete.

"Phoebe Eastwood. Who stole the trident? Or did you steal your own father's trident?" Zeus asked me. I told him the whole story. Everything.

About Mars, about my dreams, and about the conversation I saw between Hecate and my father. Speaking of my father, he didn't look happy when I mentioned that dream.

He obviously held some grudge against Hecate.
"Well, hand me my trident Phoebe."

I threw the trident up at my father. He caught it with his bare hands. Judging by his expression, he was happy to have it back in his hands again.

Hades looked relieved, while Zeus looked confused and angry. I guess Zeus didn't have time for a demigod like me.

"Poseidon, will you not remove the human taint from your trident?" My father shook his head. This seemed to anger the King of the Gods.

"She's my daughter brother. You can do what you want with Thalia Grace. I can do what I want with Phoebe."

"Anyhow, I must leave. I assume you will have to as well Lord Zeus. We will leave Poseidon alone with his daughter." Hades and Zeus disappeared in a flash of light.

Well for Hades it was like a flash of darkness, but he still disappeared. That left me alone with my father. I was about to leave when I heard him call out my name.

His voice sounded calmer.
"Phoebe, why are you trying to leave so soon?"

I was tempted to tell him that I needed to see my friends, but I didn't. I didn't want to anger him or anything.
"Don't you understand? My mother's dead because of you."

His face turned dark. I covered my body with the backpack, which wasn't really helping matters. I was pretty sure he was going to vaporise me right then and there.

But then he shrunk. He shrunk to the size of an average mortal man. He dropped his trident too.

"It's not my fault. It was her choice to keep you with her all those years. If you ask me, I'd say she was being selfish." I clenched my fists. My vision became blurry.

All I could see was my own tears. I truly was an orphan. And as I expected, my father didn't understand anything about me. All he cared about was himself.

Men were all the same. Ezen was the only decent one I could think of, and he was a satyr! It's not like I could even leave camp now anyway. I would have to be a year rounder.

But I still wanted to see my sister. She was the only family I had left. I wanted to hug Delia tight, I wanted to make sure she was safe, and I wanted to feel like I wasn't alone.

But deep down in my heart, I knew I was alone. None of my friends understood me. None except maybe Isabel, but judging from what I had seen in my dreams, she was a broken mess. She was nice to me because she didn't want me to be abused in the same way she was.