Poseidon Edward Styles

5. (part 2)

CHAPTER 5 (PART 2)

  "Ugh," Giselle rubbed her eyes and sat up, coughing slightly. She leant back on her palms, squinting around through the heavily clouding dust. Surprisingly, she wasn't injured at all.

  "Gah! Argh..!" Giselle hears muffled cries from somewhere to her right. Following the continuous whimpers, she saw a clump of matted brunette hair peeking out from under the broken mast of the ship wreckage. She gasped and pushed the mast aside, allowing Niall to breathe. He coughed vigorously, trying to push away the other pieces of wood around him. After a great struggle, both of them managed to get his body out from under the wreckage. They stood up shakily, dusting themselves as they looked around for the other gods.

  Louis was on his feet, his piercing eyes scanning the broken ship, looking completely unfazed. But Poseidon was nowhere to be seen.

  "Where is he?" Louis muttered.

  Niall dusted his arm, following Louis's gaze to the humongous pile of ship rubble. Giselle began to think back to before the ship crashed. Harry had pulled her to a mast... he had been around her the entire time. He must be somewhere under the rubble.

  "Harry?" Niall called, receiving no answer. Not even a sign of struggle to show that he was alive.

  In spite of knowing that Harry was immortal, Giselle's human instincts kicked in. She started to panic. In the wink of an eye, she found herself bent over the rubble, frantically pushing away broken logs, leaving Ares and Hephaestus staring at her wide-eyed and dumbfounded. She turned to them. "Can you lift these off the ground or put them back together or something?"

  Both shook their heads. "Zeus can do that..."

  "I can rebuild this ship in under an hour..." Niall volunteered.

  "But we don't have time for that!" Giselle yelled, still not acknowledging the fact that Harry was immortal. "Help me!"

  Louis and Niall shared a look - they were Gods, they shouldn't be getting their hands dirty! But on seeing Giselle's death glare, they both rolled their eyes and started digging. Louis threw massive blocks of wood at once, while Niall slashed them aside with an axe which he'd conjured up. Giselle was all hands in.

  Giselle kept on searching, making a path deep into the wreckage. As she lifted a plank of wood and threw it out, her eyes landed on a small strip of light orange cloth which seemed very familiar.

  "HARRY!" She yelped, immediately falling over the debris piled over the Sea God's body. "GUYS I FOUND HIM!" She called to Louis and Niall, while digging through the ruins.

  Somehow, she managed to clear all the debris off Harry's body as the other gods joined her. She then studied his condition. He was unconscious, but breathing softly. "He's alive!" Giselle cheered.

  "Well, of course he is, he's a God." Louis retorted, slightly annoyed.

  Giselle’s eyes widened as Louis's point finally sank in. "Um, yeah! I know! Of course I know," she mumbled the last part. Her eyes were fixed on Harry's face. He looked like he was asleep, rather than unconscious. He looked peaceful, in pure bliss. Even his lips were curled up into a small smile, which seemed impossible after the previous events. His facial features were soft and relaxed.

  He actually did look like a God now.

  "Are we going to keep staring at him or are we going to pull him out?" Niall's teasing voice interrupted her thoughts.

  Giselle cleared her throat and nodded, standing up and grabbing Harry's waist. Louis took his arms while Niall caught his legs. Together, the threesome hauled Harry's body out of the wreck. Giselle was worried that Louis would pull his arms out of their sockets, judging by how hard he was pulling them. However, Poseidon's expression remained the same: blissful and relaxed. How does he pull it off?  Giselle wondered.