Tempestuous Sea

𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫!... 𝐀𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥!

Tyrant sea god scowls,

My haiku did not impress,

Echidna appears.

***

"Tell us about your world's Echidna. I wanna know how she is compared to our world's Echidna." RJO Annabeth asked the people from the ROR world, wanting to know this for a while.

"Echidna is the daughter of Tartarus and Gaea. She is known as the "Mother of Monsters. She has given birth to many dangerous monsters with Typhon like Cerberus, Hydra, Chimera, Sphinx, Nemean Lion, Orthrus, and Ladon. My father killed her during a rebellion my uncle Adamas started." ROR Ares answered.

"Rebellion?" Many exclaimed in shock.

"Uncle Adamas didn't want Zeus to be a King anymore, so he started a rebellion to dethrone Uncle Zeus. When Uncle Adamas asked my father for support, my father killed him, well almost, he was just cut into pieces. Uncle Aidoneus asked Beelzebub to put him back together so now he has a humanoid appearance and lives deep in the Netherworld, not seen by anyone, making everyone believe he's dead." Rhea replied.

Everyone from the PJO and RJO world sat in their seats, disbelief written on their faces. What the fuck!?

"Hang on! Echidna is Cerberus's mother in your universe? In our universe, Nyx is Cerberus's mother." PJO Nico exclaimed.

"Really? Hmmm, interesting." ROR Zeus stroked his beard, intrigued.

Rhea snapped her eyes open to be welcomed by the familiar white ceiling of Poseidonas' Library, her eye twitched.

"Another nightmare, thank Kronos I appreciate it very much," Rhea said sarcastically. "Fuck you! I won't help, you son of a fucking cunt."

Poseidonas scoffed. "The filthy Satyr is calling you."

"He's not filthy." Rhea frowned.

"It's revolting."

RJO Grover leaned towards Rhea and whispered. "I hope I'm not revolting to him anymore."

"You're less revolting than you were before. Don't worry, he tolerates you," said Rhea.

"He only tolerates any of us because of you." RJO Grover deadpanned to which Rhea just shrugged sheepishly.

Rhea deadpanned before she sent her consciousness outside, this time she opened her eyes to see Grover's face.

"Sup."

"She lives!" Annabeth said. "You slept long enough for me to cook breakfast." Annabeth tossed her a bag of nacho-flavored corn chips from Aunty Em's snack bar. "And Grover went exploring. Look, he found a friend."

Grover was sitting cross-legged on a blanket with something fuzzy in his lap, a dirty, unnaturally pink poodle.

The poodle yapped at Rhea suspiciously. Grover said, "No, she's not."

Rhea sneered at it. "What is this thing doing here?"

The poodle growled.

"This thing," Grover warned, "is our ticket west. Be nice to him."

"We have enough money, throw that thing away!"

Grover ignored the question. "Rhea, meet Gladiola. Gladiola, Rhea."

Rhea stared at Annabeth, who let out a 'hem-hem'. The daughter of the sea knew what Annabeth wanted her to do, and she refused.