On the Edge of both Worlds
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 4
I WENT SURFING WITH A MASSIVE SHIP
I was holding Sandy’s hand the whole time we ran until the street ended. We ended up standing on a street surrounded by storehouses. I took a deep breath. I smell something pleasant.
“The sea…” I said. “You smell the sea?”
“Are you kidding?” she looked incredulous. “This is Oceanside… probably there would be sea somewhere.”
I took her hand and we made a run between the storehouses. I smell the sea here somewhere.
“Hilda! I told you, no firing at humans!” it sounded like Mom. We followed the voice and saw them on the docks, shooing birds away. “Mom!” I shouted as I ran to them. Big mistake. The birds swarm to us. “Oohw.. ouch!” I exclaimed. Their beaks are made of metal. “What are these things?” I shouted at Mom who was holding fire in her hands. “Stymphalian birds…” A big holograph of an open hand swatted some of the birds and plunged them to the sea.
“Hilda!” Mom scolded.
“Not me!” Aunt Hilda shouted. I turned around and saw Sandy sitting on the docks—wide-eyed. I came to her aid. “I…” she muttered and looked at me. “I did some magic!” she sounded happy about it.
Aunt Hilda ran to an empty truck, broke the windshield and came inside. She sounded the horns so bad, my eardrums nearly popped. The birds screamed in confusion and flew away. She walked towards us, grinning.
“Told you… Just leave it to me!”
Nobody said a word. Mom glared at her.
“Now, where to go?” Sandy interrupted.
I scanned the docks and saw an old boat on the farther edge. “How about cruising on an old boat?” I muttered and pointed the boat. Mom had that strange spark in her eyes. “You lead the way,” she stated meekly. We headed to the boat. As I landed on the boat, I felt something stirring inside me. The sound of the sea filled my ears. I started to fix the boat. My hands seem to fly from one rope to another. I did each knot skillfully. After a minute or so, the boat was ready to sail. A triumphant smile escaped my lips. “All aboard!”
Their faces looked stunned. “How’d you do that?” Aunt Hilda asked me. Mom came inside slowly, as if the sea was the worst place she would be in. “I was one of the scout rangers before,” I said. It is true, they taught me how to knot and do work but never in a way like this. This is something different. They seem to buy the thought. We all sat down on an improvised seat—logs piled together. My hands instinctively touched the waters. The humming of the boat and the swirling of the waves are like music to my ears. The boat rocked back and forth. The waves seemed to carry us away from the docks.
“I think this is not a good idea,” Sandy said, exasperated. Her knuckles went white as she clenched her fist hard on the railing. It’s too late to turn back now. The boat sailed farther and farther away from the docks.
“Uhmm… son?” Mom called, her voice on a strange pitch like she was strangled.
“Yes?” I replied, trying to keep my concentration on the waters.
“No one’s paddling this boat!” she exclaimed. I turned around and saw what she meant. They have no paddle, no way to let this boat get this far away from the docks. Then a sickening realization dawned upon me. I turned to face the sea, then to them. The sound of the sea does not sound so magical now. I pulled my hand out of the waters which caused the boat to jolt and put into a sudden stop, nearly overthrowing Sandy out.
“I…” I was at loss for words. We are so far from the docks now that it is only a speck on the horizon. Sandy was trying to keep a straight face.
“Please… Spare me the apology. We should have flown…”
“No flying!” I snapped back at her which startled her. A thick fog enveloped us. I can see nothing which kind of freaked me out.
“Too much Mist,” Mom muttered.
“Good or bad?” Aunt Hilda asked, her voice barely a whisper. Mom shrugged. I can feel a huge thing coming nearer and nearer—and from its size, I know it can be anything but friendly.
“Wait…” I was about to turn the boat the other way around but too late now. The boat crashed on a massive ship. Sandy made a few cussing. Mom made a chirpy squeal. A fishnet was thrown above us. Aunt Hilda got caught. She kicked and screamed as she was dragged to the ship. “No!” I grasped the fishnet. Mom also tried to pull Aunt Hilda back. Sandy seemed to come back to her senses. She tugged at the fishnet, pulled her dagger and tried to yank the net off. “Cut it!” Mom was shouting. We were dragged up the massive ship.
“Demigods for lunch!” a lady-like voice hissed above the deck. I got a feeling lunch includes us as the main dish. I looked down. We are being dragged farther away from the boat. Sandy clung to the net. We are dumped in front of a bunch of monsters—slimy seal-like creatures and stinky snake women. I froze. This is what I’ve seen in my dream I’ve led them to this ship. Eventually, I led us to our death. The monsters cheered as they saw the four of us. “Four yummy demigods for lunch!” they all screamed. My limbs felt like jelly. I can’t even move.
“Dracenae…” Mom muttered under her breath. “No eating demigods,” a man behind the pack of lady snakes,
“Shut up. We eat who we want,” one of them hissed. “No. we recruit them, let them join the army,” he retorted.
“Chris is right.” Another man said, his voice hoarse yet demanding. They hissed in defiance but they gave way for the man. I tensed. The man walking towards us has that same sand-colored hair, blue eyes and that hideous scar in his face. He’s the man I’ve seen in my dream. Aunt Hilda kept on kicking and screaming underneath the net. “Get her out,” the man said. The guy he called Chris untangled Aunt Hilda out. “The net is made out of Celestial Bronze. I’m sorry about how the treated all of you,” he said with sympathy, I almost believed it.
“Who are you?” Mom asked. He laughed, which was hardly a croak.
“Luke Castellan,” he introduced himself and extended his hand for a handshake. “You are?” Mom was reluctant but still did shake his hand for courtesy. “Amanda Thomas”
He smiled. His eyes gazed upon me and Sandy. He fixed his eyes on Sandy then drifted back to Mom.
“I’m guessing you’re demigods, which Olympian?” he asked—his eyes went from friendly to steely look. Mom’s eyes drifted to me and Sandy she had that look on her face that surely says Shut up and let me do the talking. “Aphrodite,” she answered with an unexpected calm tone.
“How about these kids?” he turned to us. “My sister and son,” Mom replied.
Wait.. sister? I looked at Sandy—her jaw tight, probably caught-off-guard. Mom just disowned Sandy. Luke gave us curious glances and dismissed the thought. “Maybe not too strong, but fair enough,” he muttered and turned to his group of men. “Take them inside. I need to recruit and explain our future with Cronus.”
Aunt Hilda’s eyes went wide but faked a smile as soon as she could. They exchanged glances with Mom before we were eventually dragged inside. I walked next to Sandy. The look on her face was hard to explain—like she wants to throw up, be relieved or to cry.
“Hey,” I whispered to her. She glared at me. “Think of a way to get out of this,” she whispered back. We were dragged away from each other. We were led into a brightly-lit room. It has a sofa-bed and a table with a chessboard on top. “Where are the pieces here?” Luke shouted—pretty angry for such a little thing. The seal-like creature spit out some of the pieces. Luke grunted.
“Anyway,” he turned to us. “Have a seat.”
He led us to the sofa bed. Then he started talking something about the raging war, about razing Olympus to the ground, revenge on the ungrateful Olympians and having the best life with Cronus as ruler of the world. Mom shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“Uhmmm…” Aunt Hilda interrupted. “Where’s the comfort room? I need to…”
“Chris, show her the way. Don’t let her escape,” Luke instructed as they led Aunt Hilda out. He dismissed the others and we are left here, just the four of us. I met Aunt Hilda’s eyes. She winked at me and slowly slid a piece of clay down her coat. Now I’m pretty sure that was a plan.
Luke was having a sincere conversation with Mom. I can feel Mom was choosing her words carefully, giving more charm to her voice. I was almost tempted to pour out all I know to her which was not much though. Luke was blinking his eyes, resisting the temptation just the way I do. They locked eyes with Mom, he slowly stood near her—just too near. Mom’s face looks so innocent and attractive. Luke touched her cheeks and I swear I want to kick his ass!
“You have gray eyes..” Luke paused and squatted in front of Mom, his face a few inches from her. Sandy gasped and gripped my sleeves. I felt a twinge of jealousy. Nobody dares to flirt with Mom!
“You remind me of someone…” Luke continued. Mom smirked playfully.
“Is that what you see?” she asked.
Then I realized, maybe, just maybe, that was Mom’s plan, distract Luke by flirting. I do not like where this is going though. Luke was taken aback. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“Aphrodite gave me some gifts you see,” Mom said and gave more charm to her words. “I have inherited Mom’s eyes—which means it changes to any eye color you love the most,” Mom said.
She touched Luke’s scar, he shivered at the touch. “Who did this to you?” she asked. I can see her other hand reach at her back—slowly pulling a dagger out of her shirt.
“Got this one from that foolish quest Hermes gave me,” Luke replied, his breath shallow. I tensed. Luke laid Mom on the sofa bed while eyeing on us. I want to punch him!
“Oh, don’t worry about them,” Mom said, inserted back her dagger up her shirt and forced Luke to look at her. Sandy whimpered. I turned to her. Her face is as bright as a tomato, and then I thought that’s how we looked right now. Embarrassed, I turned my eyes away from them. I saw something move towards us, slowly and stealthily. Aunt Hilda! I almost screeched in relief. She placed her index finger on her mouth. Shhh..As fast as a cat, she was now behind Luke, who was about to kiss Mom. NO!
“Oops!” Mom exclaimed. “You’re too young,” she stated, sounding disappointed.
Luke’s eyebrows knit.“How old are you?” he asked, frustrated.
“I’m thirty,” Mom said. Luke had trouble understanding what she just said. Aunt Hilda smacked his head with the hilt of her dagger. Luke went tumbling on top of Mom. I immediately got him off and dropped him on the floor.
“And that…” Mom said as she kicked Luke hard. "…is what you get when you mess with an Aphrodite girl.”
“Are you sure I can’t kill this bastard?” Aunt Hilda asked. Mom glared at her.“No killing demigods,” she dragged us out of the room. The corridors were isolated.
“Where are the monsters?” Sandy asked.
“Caused a distraction,” Aunt Hilda said between gasps.“Almost used all my energy up.”. She pointed at the front deck—to where we were going. When we came there, another Aunt Hilda was blasting them with water—monsters and men alike. Ghosts are scaring the heck out of them.
My jaw almost dropped.
“Found out this ship was haunted,” Aunt Hilda muttered as she sneaked through the commotion. We followed her. Mom smiled.
“The necromancer has some moves you know,” Aunt Hilda cried. The two did a high five. I managed to smile. “Then who is that?” Sandy asked, referring to the other Aunt Hilda.
“That’s a shabti,” I replied. She looked at me quizzically.“and… don’t ask why. I just know.” We came at the end of the deck but our boat’s gone.
I looked through the waters swirling down the ship. I felt that strange pull in my gut again.
“We jump,” I said. Sandy’s face paled.“What? There’s no way I’m gonna…” she was pulled by Aunt Hilda. “Shut up kiddo… we got no choice,” she looked at me.“On your lead,” she said to me. I took Mom’s hand. She gripped my hand. We leapt down to the sea. The tugging sensation was making my senses go nuts. I could feel like I am invincible. I willed myself to land on my feet. Mom screamed next to me. I hugged her by the waist and I closed my eyes before we crash to the sea. For a second, I felt nothing and we’re not drowning! I opened my eyes and here I was, standing on the waters with Mom, who was in the verge of tears. She hugged me tight. “Uhh… mom… I can’t breathe.”
“Oh.. Sorry,” she apologized.
“Holy cow!” Aunt Hilda exclaimed.“You alright there?” She was struggling to drag Sandy to jump. I willed the waters to rise and it did. When the wall of water was as high as the ship, Mom stretched her hand to them. Their feet sunk a little in the waters but I was still able to keep us afloat. I willed the waters to collapse on the ship. It collapsed—demigods and monsters wiped out of the decks, struggling to swim in the sea. I willed another wave to carry us to Long Island. “Where to?” I asked. Nobody answered. “Mom?” I turned to them. They were all looking above me. I looked up and saw a blue holograph of a trident circling above my head.
“A son of Poseidon…” Aunt Hilda looked like she’s gonna faint. I seemed to lose control of the wave. “Watch out,” Mom said, her charm speak calming me.
“If your father’s Poseidon… we have different fathers!” Sandy exclaimed and searched answers to Mom. Mom was speechless.Wait… We have different fathers? How? Why? Is it possible? The sickening truth disturbed my concentration. The wave crashed and we fell into the sea. Sandy screamed, cursing, telling me to come back to my senses but it feels like her voice was so distant. We crashed to the sea. I held my breath under the sea. When I can’t hold it any longer, I gasped and I was shocked that I can breathe underwater. I frantically searched for Mom and the others but they are carried of by rainbow-colored horses with the hind of a fish. One of them talked to me.
Come master. We’ll take you to safety. I rode on one of them. They drove us up the surface. As we traveled, my eyes felt so heavy. I remembered myself closing my eyes and I drifted off to sleep.
I WENT SURFING WITH A MASSIVE SHIP
I was holding Sandy’s hand the whole time we ran until the street ended. We ended up standing on a street surrounded by storehouses. I took a deep breath. I smell something pleasant.
“The sea…” I said. “You smell the sea?”
“Are you kidding?” she looked incredulous. “This is Oceanside… probably there would be sea somewhere.”
I took her hand and we made a run between the storehouses. I smell the sea here somewhere.
“Hilda! I told you, no firing at humans!” it sounded like Mom. We followed the voice and saw them on the docks, shooing birds away. “Mom!” I shouted as I ran to them. Big mistake. The birds swarm to us. “Oohw.. ouch!” I exclaimed. Their beaks are made of metal. “What are these things?” I shouted at Mom who was holding fire in her hands. “Stymphalian birds…” A big holograph of an open hand swatted some of the birds and plunged them to the sea.
“Hilda!” Mom scolded.
“Not me!” Aunt Hilda shouted. I turned around and saw Sandy sitting on the docks—wide-eyed. I came to her aid. “I…” she muttered and looked at me. “I did some magic!” she sounded happy about it.
Aunt Hilda ran to an empty truck, broke the windshield and came inside. She sounded the horns so bad, my eardrums nearly popped. The birds screamed in confusion and flew away. She walked towards us, grinning.
“Told you… Just leave it to me!”
Nobody said a word. Mom glared at her.
“Now, where to go?” Sandy interrupted.
I scanned the docks and saw an old boat on the farther edge. “How about cruising on an old boat?” I muttered and pointed the boat. Mom had that strange spark in her eyes. “You lead the way,” she stated meekly. We headed to the boat. As I landed on the boat, I felt something stirring inside me. The sound of the sea filled my ears. I started to fix the boat. My hands seem to fly from one rope to another. I did each knot skillfully. After a minute or so, the boat was ready to sail. A triumphant smile escaped my lips. “All aboard!”
Their faces looked stunned. “How’d you do that?” Aunt Hilda asked me. Mom came inside slowly, as if the sea was the worst place she would be in. “I was one of the scout rangers before,” I said. It is true, they taught me how to knot and do work but never in a way like this. This is something different. They seem to buy the thought. We all sat down on an improvised seat—logs piled together. My hands instinctively touched the waters. The humming of the boat and the swirling of the waves are like music to my ears. The boat rocked back and forth. The waves seemed to carry us away from the docks.
“I think this is not a good idea,” Sandy said, exasperated. Her knuckles went white as she clenched her fist hard on the railing. It’s too late to turn back now. The boat sailed farther and farther away from the docks.
“Uhmm… son?” Mom called, her voice on a strange pitch like she was strangled.
“Yes?” I replied, trying to keep my concentration on the waters.
“No one’s paddling this boat!” she exclaimed. I turned around and saw what she meant. They have no paddle, no way to let this boat get this far away from the docks. Then a sickening realization dawned upon me. I turned to face the sea, then to them. The sound of the sea does not sound so magical now. I pulled my hand out of the waters which caused the boat to jolt and put into a sudden stop, nearly overthrowing Sandy out.
“I…” I was at loss for words. We are so far from the docks now that it is only a speck on the horizon. Sandy was trying to keep a straight face.
“Please… Spare me the apology. We should have flown…”
“No flying!” I snapped back at her which startled her. A thick fog enveloped us. I can see nothing which kind of freaked me out.
“Too much Mist,” Mom muttered.
“Good or bad?” Aunt Hilda asked, her voice barely a whisper. Mom shrugged. I can feel a huge thing coming nearer and nearer—and from its size, I know it can be anything but friendly.
“Wait…” I was about to turn the boat the other way around but too late now. The boat crashed on a massive ship. Sandy made a few cussing. Mom made a chirpy squeal. A fishnet was thrown above us. Aunt Hilda got caught. She kicked and screamed as she was dragged to the ship. “No!” I grasped the fishnet. Mom also tried to pull Aunt Hilda back. Sandy seemed to come back to her senses. She tugged at the fishnet, pulled her dagger and tried to yank the net off. “Cut it!” Mom was shouting. We were dragged up the massive ship.
“Demigods for lunch!” a lady-like voice hissed above the deck. I got a feeling lunch includes us as the main dish. I looked down. We are being dragged farther away from the boat. Sandy clung to the net. We are dumped in front of a bunch of monsters—slimy seal-like creatures and stinky snake women. I froze. This is what I’ve seen in my dream I’ve led them to this ship. Eventually, I led us to our death. The monsters cheered as they saw the four of us. “Four yummy demigods for lunch!” they all screamed. My limbs felt like jelly. I can’t even move.
“Dracenae…” Mom muttered under her breath. “No eating demigods,” a man behind the pack of lady snakes,
“Shut up. We eat who we want,” one of them hissed. “No. we recruit them, let them join the army,” he retorted.
“Chris is right.” Another man said, his voice hoarse yet demanding. They hissed in defiance but they gave way for the man. I tensed. The man walking towards us has that same sand-colored hair, blue eyes and that hideous scar in his face. He’s the man I’ve seen in my dream. Aunt Hilda kept on kicking and screaming underneath the net. “Get her out,” the man said. The guy he called Chris untangled Aunt Hilda out. “The net is made out of Celestial Bronze. I’m sorry about how the treated all of you,” he said with sympathy, I almost believed it.
“Who are you?” Mom asked. He laughed, which was hardly a croak.
“Luke Castellan,” he introduced himself and extended his hand for a handshake. “You are?” Mom was reluctant but still did shake his hand for courtesy. “Amanda Thomas”
He smiled. His eyes gazed upon me and Sandy. He fixed his eyes on Sandy then drifted back to Mom.
“I’m guessing you’re demigods, which Olympian?” he asked—his eyes went from friendly to steely look. Mom’s eyes drifted to me and Sandy she had that look on her face that surely says Shut up and let me do the talking. “Aphrodite,” she answered with an unexpected calm tone.
“How about these kids?” he turned to us. “My sister and son,” Mom replied.
Wait.. sister? I looked at Sandy—her jaw tight, probably caught-off-guard. Mom just disowned Sandy. Luke gave us curious glances and dismissed the thought. “Maybe not too strong, but fair enough,” he muttered and turned to his group of men. “Take them inside. I need to recruit and explain our future with Cronus.”
Aunt Hilda’s eyes went wide but faked a smile as soon as she could. They exchanged glances with Mom before we were eventually dragged inside. I walked next to Sandy. The look on her face was hard to explain—like she wants to throw up, be relieved or to cry.
“Hey,” I whispered to her. She glared at me. “Think of a way to get out of this,” she whispered back. We were dragged away from each other. We were led into a brightly-lit room. It has a sofa-bed and a table with a chessboard on top. “Where are the pieces here?” Luke shouted—pretty angry for such a little thing. The seal-like creature spit out some of the pieces. Luke grunted.
“Anyway,” he turned to us. “Have a seat.”
He led us to the sofa bed. Then he started talking something about the raging war, about razing Olympus to the ground, revenge on the ungrateful Olympians and having the best life with Cronus as ruler of the world. Mom shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“Uhmmm…” Aunt Hilda interrupted. “Where’s the comfort room? I need to…”
“Chris, show her the way. Don’t let her escape,” Luke instructed as they led Aunt Hilda out. He dismissed the others and we are left here, just the four of us. I met Aunt Hilda’s eyes. She winked at me and slowly slid a piece of clay down her coat. Now I’m pretty sure that was a plan.
Luke was having a sincere conversation with Mom. I can feel Mom was choosing her words carefully, giving more charm to her voice. I was almost tempted to pour out all I know to her which was not much though. Luke was blinking his eyes, resisting the temptation just the way I do. They locked eyes with Mom, he slowly stood near her—just too near. Mom’s face looks so innocent and attractive. Luke touched her cheeks and I swear I want to kick his ass!
“You have gray eyes..” Luke paused and squatted in front of Mom, his face a few inches from her. Sandy gasped and gripped my sleeves. I felt a twinge of jealousy. Nobody dares to flirt with Mom!
“You remind me of someone…” Luke continued. Mom smirked playfully.
“Is that what you see?” she asked.
Then I realized, maybe, just maybe, that was Mom’s plan, distract Luke by flirting. I do not like where this is going though. Luke was taken aback. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“Aphrodite gave me some gifts you see,” Mom said and gave more charm to her words. “I have inherited Mom’s eyes—which means it changes to any eye color you love the most,” Mom said.
She touched Luke’s scar, he shivered at the touch. “Who did this to you?” she asked. I can see her other hand reach at her back—slowly pulling a dagger out of her shirt.
“Got this one from that foolish quest Hermes gave me,” Luke replied, his breath shallow. I tensed. Luke laid Mom on the sofa bed while eyeing on us. I want to punch him!
“Oh, don’t worry about them,” Mom said, inserted back her dagger up her shirt and forced Luke to look at her. Sandy whimpered. I turned to her. Her face is as bright as a tomato, and then I thought that’s how we looked right now. Embarrassed, I turned my eyes away from them. I saw something move towards us, slowly and stealthily. Aunt Hilda! I almost screeched in relief. She placed her index finger on her mouth. Shhh..As fast as a cat, she was now behind Luke, who was about to kiss Mom. NO!
“Oops!” Mom exclaimed. “You’re too young,” she stated, sounding disappointed.
Luke’s eyebrows knit.“How old are you?” he asked, frustrated.
“I’m thirty,” Mom said. Luke had trouble understanding what she just said. Aunt Hilda smacked his head with the hilt of her dagger. Luke went tumbling on top of Mom. I immediately got him off and dropped him on the floor.
“And that…” Mom said as she kicked Luke hard. "…is what you get when you mess with an Aphrodite girl.”
“Are you sure I can’t kill this bastard?” Aunt Hilda asked. Mom glared at her.“No killing demigods,” she dragged us out of the room. The corridors were isolated.
“Where are the monsters?” Sandy asked.
“Caused a distraction,” Aunt Hilda said between gasps.“Almost used all my energy up.”. She pointed at the front deck—to where we were going. When we came there, another Aunt Hilda was blasting them with water—monsters and men alike. Ghosts are scaring the heck out of them.
My jaw almost dropped.
“Found out this ship was haunted,” Aunt Hilda muttered as she sneaked through the commotion. We followed her. Mom smiled.
“The necromancer has some moves you know,” Aunt Hilda cried. The two did a high five. I managed to smile. “Then who is that?” Sandy asked, referring to the other Aunt Hilda.
“That’s a shabti,” I replied. She looked at me quizzically.“and… don’t ask why. I just know.” We came at the end of the deck but our boat’s gone.
I looked through the waters swirling down the ship. I felt that strange pull in my gut again.
“We jump,” I said. Sandy’s face paled.“What? There’s no way I’m gonna…” she was pulled by Aunt Hilda. “Shut up kiddo… we got no choice,” she looked at me.“On your lead,” she said to me. I took Mom’s hand. She gripped my hand. We leapt down to the sea. The tugging sensation was making my senses go nuts. I could feel like I am invincible. I willed myself to land on my feet. Mom screamed next to me. I hugged her by the waist and I closed my eyes before we crash to the sea. For a second, I felt nothing and we’re not drowning! I opened my eyes and here I was, standing on the waters with Mom, who was in the verge of tears. She hugged me tight. “Uhh… mom… I can’t breathe.”
“Oh.. Sorry,” she apologized.
“Holy cow!” Aunt Hilda exclaimed.“You alright there?” She was struggling to drag Sandy to jump. I willed the waters to rise and it did. When the wall of water was as high as the ship, Mom stretched her hand to them. Their feet sunk a little in the waters but I was still able to keep us afloat. I willed the waters to collapse on the ship. It collapsed—demigods and monsters wiped out of the decks, struggling to swim in the sea. I willed another wave to carry us to Long Island. “Where to?” I asked. Nobody answered. “Mom?” I turned to them. They were all looking above me. I looked up and saw a blue holograph of a trident circling above my head.
“A son of Poseidon…” Aunt Hilda looked like she’s gonna faint. I seemed to lose control of the wave. “Watch out,” Mom said, her charm speak calming me.
“If your father’s Poseidon… we have different fathers!” Sandy exclaimed and searched answers to Mom. Mom was speechless.Wait… We have different fathers? How? Why? Is it possible? The sickening truth disturbed my concentration. The wave crashed and we fell into the sea. Sandy screamed, cursing, telling me to come back to my senses but it feels like her voice was so distant. We crashed to the sea. I held my breath under the sea. When I can’t hold it any longer, I gasped and I was shocked that I can breathe underwater. I frantically searched for Mom and the others but they are carried of by rainbow-colored horses with the hind of a fish. One of them talked to me.
Come master. We’ll take you to safety. I rode on one of them. They drove us up the surface. As we traveled, my eyes felt so heavy. I remembered myself closing my eyes and I drifted off to sleep.
Notes
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