The Sea King's Revenge

by Skyler Auld Knight

I was inspired to write this by my muse Bythos. So, this is a story about a man named chase whose ancestors stole Poseidon's trident and now has to sacrifice his life to protect his girlfriend and son.

Chapter One

Nightmares and Accidents

"Stop, thief! Give Me back my trident, now!" commanded a mysterious blue figure.

"Uhh…" Chase moaned as he tossed in his sleep.

"Never. I am through being your servant! The crown is mine and you will obey me!" shouted a shadowy figure who stole the trident from the blue figure. The blue figure became angrier and began chanting,

"I command the, The Seven Seas. Rage with might and defeat thy threat. Follow him in every form of water, and torture him until he or his generations to come return my trident, for he we never be the king of the sea, because that would be me, Poseidon!" He said with a frightening face.

"Ahhh!" shouted Chase in fear, and then whispered to himself, "just the nightmare. Why does it keep happening? It was quiet for a minute, and then a thudding noise started to come from the hallway. It sounded fairly similar to footsteps. Chase sat up quickly throwing his covers off his shirtless body raveling his boxers. He jumped out of bed when all of a sudden BAM!

THUD! Chase hit the floor hard. His girlfriend walked on her way to bed and screamed at the sight of red slowly flowing toward her feet. She looked at him and fell to the ground whilst she began cradling him. She cried as she looked at her 19 year old lover and began to think out loud,

"Is it over? No, it can't be. You cannot die on me Chase, damn it!" she screamed again and again until she pulled herself together remembering her nursing training from college. She propped him up on a few pillows and rapped the wound in a heavy amount of gauze insuring there to be a lot of pressure to stop the bleeding. Then she ran to the phone on the dresser adjacent to their bed and dialed 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" the phone operator asked.

"My boy-boyfriend he hit his head and there is a lot of blo-blood. Please, send an ambulance quickly!" said the calm scrupulous girl lying next to her unconscious friend. The operator replied,

"Alright, tell me your name and address, and we will send an ambulance."

"Payson Anderson and I live at 213 Nixon Dr. Please, hurry." Payson said whilst hanging up the phone.

"Don't worry Chase you will be ok, I promise." She said with tears beginning to run down her face, "you will make it you have to."