DEMI-GOD: The Lost

Chapter 21

"What do you mean!?" Athena slams her fist against the large round table in anger. A young minor-god stares at the ground before his feet. His hands are balled into tight fists at his sides and the words get caught in his throat as he glares up at the gods before him.

"The challengers all went to the City of the Lost in Asphodel." His gaze quickly finds Poseidons. The Sea god returned his gaze with a silent sadness. The minor-god has auburn hair and deep ocean blue eyes. The water symbol on his back makes it clear that he's a son of Poseidon.

An uproar fills the throne room. Gods shouting at each other and demanding they retrieve the group.

"Silence!" Zeus shouts above them all, getting the silence that follows. "The Oracle spoke with Kayea. We must respect their choice. The Oracle chose to speak with Kayea in private, so we will not interfere." The minor-god scoffs and crosses his arms firmly over his chest.

"You have to interfere." He manages to force the words out. All of the gods' heads darted to him. "Kayea doesn't understand what's happening right now. Hades is refusing to close the cages of Tartarus. The Titans are free as we speak." Uproar fills the throne room again.

This time Zeus doesn't demand silence. He grabs the arms of his throne and with a deep sigh sits down. "Kayea, by the Primordials, what are you doing?" He mutters while rubbing his eyes.

"We have to act!" Zeus looks up at the suddenly quiet room. All of the gods are standing and staring at him with a determined expression. They aren't taking no for an answer. He looks at the minor god again.

"Do you know what the Oracle was telling her?" The boy nods firmly.

"I believe the Oracle was telling Kayea to go to the pits of Tartarus, find something that's lost, save that lost, and then she'll save 'the found'." The gods all stand in thought, one by one they sit down.

"Then we will wait. I will attempt communication with Hades in the meantime." Zeus concludes. No one objects so that means this meeting has come to a close.

. . . . .

"Dresmos." Flynn glares at the skeleton who had drugged him the last time they met. All he has to give now is a deep chuckle.

"You want a ride or not?" He leans on the long black oar that's sinking slowly into the water. It's almost like slime but not sticky.

"As long as you aren't planning to drug me again." He laughs and holds out a hand to Flynn.

"No promises, Son of Hades." Flynn grabs the hand and allows Dresmos to pull him onto the boat without letting him touch the water.

"I am not his son." The skeleton only laughs in return. The hero's climb aboard the long row boat with ease, none of them willing to make conversation with Dresmos.

"How did you survive?" His voice is quiet and deep. He doesn't look back at Flynn as he pushes them off the shore and slowly across the unmoving water. Flynn sits on a bench and stares at his back.

"I ran." Dresmos laughs harder.

"I thought you guarded the entrance?" Perseus sits next to Flynn and pulls out a clean handkerchief. Dipping a little bit of alcohol on it he presses the fabric to Flynn's cut.

"I switch roles with my brothers occasionally." A silence falls between the group. The air is so quiet it's almost painful. There isn't a single sound besides the oar moving. The water isn't moving, there isn't any wind, no animals besides the sea creatures.

It's almost peaceful. Almost is the key word though.

The sound of rushing water quickly fills the emptiness. Not just slow water either, loud crashing waves kinda water. The culprit of it quickly comes to light. A giant waterfall actually.