I slam the doors to my room. I can barely keep it together. I throw my cape on the floor. I grip my hands. Sweat pours down my face. I can barely breath. I feel the air sucking out of my lungs. I fall to the floor. Flashing lights blind my eyes. My hands were shaking. What the Hell is going on?
Anubis puts his paw on my hand. It still is shaking. I can barely breath. I struggle to find the air. God... what is going on? Are the Gods still angry with me? It took thirteen years to struggle against cyclopes, witches, Poseidon, the winds, my own men... mostly me.
I grip my head. Am I supposed to die soon? Is someone going to kill me? Who would kill me? Did someone of my own crew survive? I can't even think straight. I burry my face in my hands. Tears swell in my eyes. What have I done? Why is Scylla here? What did I do? Anubis presses my face with his face. I let out a breath. Calm down. Calm down. It's just a silly prophecy. Seth puts his head on my lap. I let out a final breath. My hands stop shaking. Finally. My tears stop. I turn to them. I pat both of there heads.
"Thanks." I say.
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