δεκαπέντε (Fifteen)

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I wake up in a startle. Ow. I wince as I sit up. Proteus turns to me.

"Oh, good your awake Sinbad." He walks over.

"Where's Marina?" I ask.

"I sent her to my room to sleep. She was quite worried about you. I managed to convince her to get some sleep." He says.

"Okay good." I say.

He sits down beside me. I let out a breath.

"I really messed up huh?" I chuckle.

"Sinbad... it's mostly my fault." Proteus says.

"Nah. Don't sweat it." I hiss as I come beside him.

Poseidon. The God who I respect most, I've angered him. Aw... Gods help me. I've made a horrible mistake. I blinded Polyphemus son of Poseidon. The Gods have always had wack out children. I slam my hand into my face.

"Sinbad, we're going to fix this." Proteus says.

"I still don't know why you volunteered." I mutter.

"I owe you twice." He says.

I look at him. He punches my shoulder gently. I wince.

"Oh sorry." He says.

"Sinbad, it's good to see you awake." King Dymas says.

"Sorry for all the trouble I caused." I say.

"As King, it is my responsibility." King Dymas says.

"You weren't the one Poseidon was talking about." I sigh.

"I'm so sorry for calling you here if I had known that cyclopes was Poseidon's son-" King Dymas sighs. 

"Hey... I'm the one who blinded him. It's my fault and only mine." I look down.

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