Consumed By The Ocean💙

12. Gone

She was sitting on her throne and looking down at me. Her eyes, which were the same color as mine, looked down at me with warmth. Her aura and the language of her eyes spoke authority and motherhood.

She was expecting me to say something but I didn't. I looked back at Theseus who was frozen in his initial position along with others. She can not be a threat to me, can she?

Within a blink of eyes, she was standing in front of me, her massive height and size gone. She was now as tall and as gorgeously curvy as a Greek model.

'Finally you're here. I was waiting for you, child.' she said in her melodious voice with a smile.

'Me? You were waiting for me?' I asked, surprised, though my tone was that of a bored person. And I was bored.....bored of all the drama in my life.

'Yes.' she said while rounding me and then moving towards Theseus. She gracefully walked upto Theseus and caressed his face. And throughout our conversation that followed, her hand never left Theseus.

'You love him? Why?' I asked with confusion. 

'Why not? He's my child, like all others .......perhaps a little more favorite.' she added the latter part with more affection in her voice.

And yes I thought that she was crazy. She was the Goddess of Atlantians and her favorite was the one who wanted to become the Tyrant King of Atlantis.

'I know what you are thinking thinking, Child....' she said and got up on her feet. She walked towards me with a sad smile on her face and continued saying '.....but things are not always they seem to be.'

And with that she placed a hand on my head and everything went dizzy.

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I was now standing in a room and in front of me was a bed with blue sheets on it. Resting on the bed was a child not more than 7 or 8 and a woman, who was patting the boy's head to make him fall asleep.

'Mother? What's a Whalianthan?' the boy asked and his mother asked him with concern and surprise 'Where did you hear that name, my star?'

'I found a book in father's library with the same name. I was about to open it but father snatched it from me and asked me to never touch it again.' the boy replied.

'Your father did the right thing, Son. Whalianthan is a curse to the royal bloodline of Atlantis by Great Lord Poseidon.' the mother replied.

The boy then asked his mother to tell him the story of the curse and she did.

Once the people of Atlantis, forgot to sacrifice on his altar, too busy enjoying the luxuries bestowed on them by the royalty. He ignored it once and twice but when it happened the third time, he cursed the royalty that when the glory of Atlantis will be at it's peak, an evil soul, a monster will be born in the bloodline- The Whalianthan.

He will bring evil to both the worlds and this doom will be inevitable.

The Mother Goddess came as a savior for her children and in her respect, Poseidon modified the curse. The Whalianthan will only become a monster if he sacrifices the life of an innocent mixed blood, over the age of teens, on the Altar of the Mother Goddess and he also left two books- one which could aid the Whalianthan and the other which could aid the one who pledges to kill it.

'Which one does father have, Mother?' the boy asked.

'It cannot be either of them. They were lost centuries ago. It must be some other ordinary book.' the mother replied and then the boy closed his eyes in order to sleep.