Sam pulled out her sword violently. I'm going to get a "I told you so" from her later. Blake was bleating anxiously (can goats bleat anxiously?). Apollo simply readied his bow, although I saw his hand shaking slightly as he tried to nock the bow. This was my fault. I trusted a guy who introduced himself by saying, "Where do you keep your weapons?"
Failure on my part, in this scenario. Aidan's eyes turned fully gold. That should have been my first sign. Those golden eyes. "You cannot fight me," Aidan said. I swear one of his eyes was twitching, but it was hard to be sure. It was like a muscle spasm. "I will come with reinforcements and create obstacles for you. You will never get rid of me weak demigods," Aidan continued, cackling. Man, this guy is a creep. "The four of them, all brave and bold, must fight the ones with eyes of gold. But if fear runs with levels high, all of them will surely die." Aidan said this in a very low voice. All of these happened at once: I threw my trident, Sam tried to hit Aidan with her gladius, Apollo shot his arrow, and Blake charged at Aidan. Aidan simply dissolved into mist before any of our actions affected him. Perfect timing for him.
Sam's gladius hit the floor, my trident and Apollo's arrow made a dent in the ship, and Blake slipped and fell. This is what you call the domino effect. A chain reaction. We all watched as Blake sprawled on the floor. "But if fear runs with levels high, all of them will surely... die. Yep, our future's looking pretty bleak," Sam concluded. I didn't know if she was being pessimistic right now or just plain describing our situation. "Hey, prophecy god, where were you when that prophecy happened?" I complained to Apollo. "How was I supposed to know about that prophecy?" Apollo said, louder than necessary. "Because you are a god of prophecy!" Sam shouted at him. Apollo put his hands up to defend himself from her. Then he scoffed and walked away. Drama queen.
"That new line of prophecy make sense to you?" Blake asked us as he dust himself off. "It makes less sense then the first line," Sam claimed.
2 minutes before I went to sleep, I wrote down the new line of prophecy. But if fear runs with levels high, all of them will surely die. Not reassuring words.
I woke up to screaming and Sam yelling, "Get more buckets!"
And for the record, every morning does not start out like this. Not most, anyway. Blake told me that someone had been poking holes in our ship. Aidan. I jumped off the ship to help pour the buckets. I used the trident to guide the water out. I know how that sounds. I heard a sound like firecrackers. I went inside the hole of the ship. And inside were boxes of Greek fire set up, ready to blow. Oh, no. "GET OFF THE SHIP!" I yelled as loud as I could. Blake, Sam, and Apollo ran to my side. "Why?" Sam asked impatiently. "Aidan lit the greek fire
and it's about to blow!" I shouted. I did not need to explain further. "Get ready to shadow-travel," Sam informed us, grabbing my hand. A vibration surged through me. I grabbed Apollo's hand. No vibration. Maybe it was a greek and roman thing. Maybe in the Roman and Greek times, they did that to separate each other. Apollo grabbed Blake's hand. The fact that we were shadow-traveling again gave me sudden chills. I literally had goosebumps. Sam's hand was shaking. I wonder if she can teleport three people without blacking out now. Anyway, when Sam started shadow-traveling us, I braced for impact as we slipped into the void.
Have you ever shadow-traveled? Probably not. If you have, then you know how it feels going there for the third time. It was like the other two times, but darker. And colder. And just a teeny bit more depressing. Or maybe that was because Apollo was plucking a mournful tune on his ukulele. I couldn't see anything since my eyes were closed. But I'm pretty sure I felt Sam's hand reach over and take Apollo's ukulele. I guess a ukulele is distracting from the darkness. Also, it doesn't have the dark tone this place has. I just barely heard Apollo mutter to himself, "Everybody's a critic."
I almost laughed. Being in the shadows makes you realize how spacious this place is. A claustrophobic person ( like Blake ) should have no problem here. Apollo tapped my shoulder. We were safely miles away from the ship. We all watched as the ship exploded. Pieces of wood either burned with ship or floated in the ocean (which was technically polluting). Our rations sank to the ocean floor. To be fair, we didn't have much rations left anyways (thanks to Blake and
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The Legacy of Poseidon
ParanormalA mythological story where a clueless demigod (Alyssa) turns 13 and her world is brought upside down as she is told the reason why her father isn't present: He's the Greek God, Poseidon. She discovers her world isn't what it seems, and she must come...
