Poseidon

Poseidon's POV

The girl was wet and limp on the floor. It could be Amphitrite or one of her sisters. They weren't cruel, usually, but this girl clearly hadn't done anything wrong. She wore shorts and a tank top. Yes, I'd been on Earth, Hades had begged, until I caved.

I sighed. "What am I to do with her?!" I asked and looked around. No one was around. "Triton!" I yelled. He wasn't my right hand, because I had two hands, I didn't need an extra pair, but he was supposed to be waiting on me for the stunt he pulled on Atlantis.

I still hadn't forgiven him for that.

"Yes, father?" he asked and swam to me.

"Who is she?" I asked and nodded to the girl. Her hair was limp and wet, like the rest of her, but her hair was darker.

"A human girl," Triton said. "I don't think she's dead. Mother told me to bring her here. She needs air to breathe."

I sighed and waved him off. It was Hades' job to look after those not quite dead. And those who were certainly dead.

I sat down on the floor next to her and gently shook her. She was cold, but the marble floor was cold too. And we were under sea, it wasn't exactly pleasant to lie on the floor.

The girl gasped and started coughing. Water. Water all over the floor and my clothes. I reminded myself she hadn't actually done anything wrong. I needed my trident and the equipment from Hades, those globes who could tell me anything, to see what had happened.

The girl rolled over on her side and coughed up more water, before she started to breathe like a normal person again.

I stayed where I was, sitting cross-legged a few feet from her, waiting for her to regain her bearings.

If I had to say something, this was a pretty awesome place. White marble, pearls, kept in white and shimmering shades of the pearls.

She was still on her side and slowly pushed herself up in a sitting position. She was shivering, I could see from here, and she had goosebumps all over the place. Wow. Was it that cold?

"Who are you?" she asked when she noticed me. "Where am I? What just happened?"

"You are in my realm, so a better question would be, how did you get here?" I asked her.

She wrought the water from her hair on my fucking floors! We were indoors, for Rhea's sake. "I don't know," she said. "Something was tied around my feet, my legs, and I was pulled under."

Someone had done that, or she would've died. That's for sure. The sea is magnificent, but for the wrong people? Deadly.

She was supporting her weight on her arm.

"What's your name?" I asked. It was rude to call people 'girl'.

"Athena," she whispered.

White hot rage burned through me, though I tied it down with a pleasant smile. Great. Such a great name. "Wonderful name," I said through clenched teeth.

Athena was sitting still, her breathing still ragged.

"Here, let me help you." I said and stood. I dragged her up on two feet. Most people wore shoes, that much I did know. And it hadn't been that long since I reincarnated last. Had it? I'd have to ask Hades. Or Zagreus. Maybe the Fates, if I was desperate. I wasn't desperate.