Speaking To The Gods

Afraid

Poseidon explained to Hades, Athena, and the rest of his family that were helping, what had happened. Athena nodded. "Don't be so worried, it's all a part of the plan. You'll understand, in good time." She explained.

"Excuse me? Damara being in Hell? That's your plan?" Hades questioned, becoming annoyed. Poseidon nodded in agreement.

"He's right. Damara is not a puppet. You need to realize that Athena."

Athena cocked her head, and walked closer to her uncle.

"You, need to bite your tongue, I realize she is a human being. And I realize she is important. But, god of the sea, your mind couldn't possibly comprehend, the plans that go on in my head. The things, that I come up with, are more extravagant, and genius, than you've ever seen, or even dreamt of, so shut, your, mouth, and wait, for everything to be uncovered. Because I know what I am doing. I am wisdom. Do not, tell me how to do my job, and I won't tell you how to rule the sea. Thank you."

She explained, before turning away. Poseidon just cleared his throat, he should've known better, than to pick a fight with the goddess of wisdom. There's no way of winning that.

"You're still in her head, Poseidon. Attempt to get her out of her nightmare using that. Okay? It'll take your full concentration to do so. And once you have, Ares, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Dionysus, and the twins, will get her away from Zeus. And to make sure that they can do that, with no problems, Zeus will be brought here. Because he'll think that Hades is dead." She explained.

Poseidon furrowed his brows. "And why would we bring him here?" He questioned, Athena smiled.

"That's the best part."

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While they were conversing, about their plan. I was sitting in agony, as Zeus's twisted version of Poseidon, drowned me, over and over again.

"Isn't it funny? How this is how you'll spend eternity? It's funny to me." He smirked.

I knew it wasn't him, and at first, I'd argue, but after a while, it felt pointless. It didn't make him stop, it didn't make this end. It didn't make real Poseidon hear me.

The torture went on, and on, for what felt like years, when in reality, it was probably only a few minutes.

"Damara.." A voice said, it was Poseidon, he wore a soft smile, and his eyes glistened. A lot like the real Poseidon, because it was. But I didn't know that.

He approached me, and I flinched and started to cry.

"Please..don't hurt me. Just, leave me alone!" I exclaimed. Poseidon cocked his head, and frowned.

"Damara, I'd never hurt you." He sighed. I shook my head. "No, that's a lie. You've been torturing me. Drowning me!" Poseidon's face fell. He looked broken.

"My brother, truly is evil. He's made the one person that's ever trusted me..afraid of me."