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POSEIDON POV

the sisters' words echoed in my brain, they rattled around and rearranged themselves as I tried to make sense of them. what do they mean? why am I so drawn to her? i decided that I cannot face her because of the words that I spoke to her yet I still itch to know her name and all that there is to know about her.

i wander the house as I ponder these thoughts, frustration at their lack of answers creating tension in my shoulders. an idea bursts into my brain and i begin to stride towards the back of the house where the weapons range is. the wall is covered with all kinds of weapons from guns to axes to tasers i have quite the collection. Yet I am Poseidon and my favoured weapon is the trident, I clasp the magnificent instrument and make my way to the training area and begin to work out my frustrations.

three hours later I am still there but have moved onto other wepons: throwing knives, pistols, even a sword and yet I am still bothered by the sisters' answer.

A knock on the door sounds, Hermes speaks, "So I heard that you summoned the Fates."

Punch.

"and what did you ask?"

Punch punch.

"I said what did you ask?" Punch. "Not gonna tell me? Alright, did you get the answers you seek?"

Punch punch kick.

"I'll take that as a no then. You know you can just send her home, erase the memories of these last couple days and just continue on life as normal."

Punch. "No."

"Why?"

"because." Punch. I can feel Hermes' gaze burning into my back at my lack of proper answer as I continue to use the punching bag. He huffs and leaves.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 31, 2018 ⏰

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