Legacies: Daughter of Magic

3- Olympus

I closed the door behind me and locked my door as I entered the familiar room for the first time in a week.

The mattress was still slightly dented from the five months I had spent in a coma and my bed was just as messy as when I left it.

Books were sprawled out across the table, I had never cleaned it up due to the fact that I needed to take my finals a month later so I could graduate.

I passed.

Barely.

I chuckled to myself as I tidied up my room before falling backwards onto my bed and closing my eyes.

Recently I had learned to travel places within my minds, it only worked if I was trying to speak with a god of course.

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I slowly opened my eyes and shielded them from the bright sun I was looking up into.

"Dear Nephew, what are you doing lying on the street?" Poseidon asked me as he peered down.

His short black hair and his sea green eyes stared and quizzically. The scent of the sea radiated off him like perfume.

"How did you get here anyway?" He asked raising an eyebrow as he helped me up.

"I'm not actually here, I'm only here mentally."

He nodded in understanding.

"I assume you wish to speak with your father?"

I nodded.

"Very well, follow me. I was just heading there anyway."

I followed close on his heel to the great palace sitting at the very top of the mountain side. Over the edge on either side were dense clouds that you could not see down or up.

"This is beautiful." I said in awe as we passed temples upon temples.

"Even after a millennia Olympus never seems to take my breath away." He said smiling to himself as he flipped his trident in circles.

His normal six foot three height grew double as we approached the golden doors.

"Your power is much weaker than it was earlier this year." He noticed as we entered the throne room.

I let out a whistle as I glanced around the room. The last time I was here to talk to my father was in a dream and I didn't get the chance to take in all of its beauty.

It was pure white marble that seemed to glow with power. White marble pillars lined the throne room with a beautiful golden dome on top.

Twelve chairs sat in a half circle shape each one being decorated differently and a different color.

My father's was decorated amazingly with an on the top of the throne, lightning bolts on either side and was painted a beautiful gold.

Honestly, it was probably real gold and not painted.

"Your aura is weak compared to it was before." Poseidon said as I looked around. "Still strong, but weaker."

"Yeah, I guess killing a god, waking up titans who have been asleep for eons, and falling into a coma really do that to you."

A loud cough echoed through the throne room.

"You're late." My father's voice boomed out as Poseidon crossed the floor to his throne next to my father.

"You should be used to it by now, brother." He said smirking at him.

"Achilles." My father said as I bowed in the middle of the throne room. "How did you get here?"