As the sun set over the California horizon, Patrick Roscoe surveyed the land. The land he'd sworn to protect ever since that one fateful day. The fateful day he'd discovered his destiny.
He stood on top of a majestic cliff, staring at the teeming metropolis below. His 6 foot tall and impossibly muscled body was caressed by gentle winds that spilled over his body. Despite the fact that it was quite warm outside, Patrick felt a chill ripple through his body. His city was in danger. He'd chosen to live in Hermopolis part of the time, although there were places in Spain and Mexico that he also called home.
With one prodigious leap, Patrick hurled himself off of the cliff. Any onlookers would have thought him suicidal. But then, they had no way of knowing the truth. As Patrick soared through the sky, he sent a silent mental call to his bond animal. Harlow answered quickly and teleported instantly to Patrick's side. Harlow was an unusual beast, being equal parts unicorn, lion and bird. It had taken Patrick by surprise when Harlow had discovered him on that fateful day.
The day that he had been told that he was the lost son of Atlantean king Poseidon. He had been on an outing with several of his friends, if he could call them that. None of them were ever able to notice the TRUE Patrick, the inner Patrick Roscoe that metaphysically cried out in the night like a small child desperately searching for light. It was that same soul blindness that kept them from seeing Harlow's true form. One of the women had cooed over what she thought was just a small white mare running wild across the plains of Spain. Harlow had instantly mind melded with Patrick and his spirit had flown out of his body. Patrick's friends had thought he'd passed out from far too much sangria and other drinks, so they'd gently laid his body down onto a bed of dry grasses and blankets to sleep it off.
But no- Patrick had not been sloshed. His spirit had flown astride Harlow as he had been taken to the ruined city of Atlantis. He had met the ghost of Poseidon and all of the poor doomed spirits of the city's inhabitants. Poseidon had wept with joy as he'd clasped his son in his arms and for a moment Patrick had known a moment of true joy and peace. Poseidon revealed to him how he, the Atlantean king, had managed to copulate with a mortal woman of humanity in the hopes of spawning a champion for his peoples. He had possessed the mortal woman's mate, but the resulting child had been born a pure blooded Atlantean. However, soon after the woman had been lost to him, causing his only son to have been lost as well.
Patrick had been loathe to leave that happy scene, but leave he must. His father had tasked him with a seemingly impossible task- to find the evil scourge that had doomed the city of Atlantis to its ghostly slumber and defeat him. Upon the defeat of the scourge, the king, the city and all of its inhabitants would once again have their fleshly forms and the city would rise to the surface, the curse abated. It was there that Patrick had been imbued with all of the powers of the legendary city's inhabitants, elevating him to a status akin to godhood. His father Poseidon had told him that this would put him on an equal fighting level with the evil Cronus, the one who had cursed them all out of jealousy of their happiness.
Harlow had then carried Patrick's spirit self back to his comatose form. It had been difficult to relate to his friends before on an intellectual level, but now it was near impossible. He was so in tune with the forces of nature that now he was able to do feats that would boggle their minds if they only knew of what he was capable of.
*Patrick…* Harlow was unable to speak as humans do, but he was incredibly talented in the psychic gifts. *You are thinking of your father again.* Harlow knew that Patrick was in anguish over the inner torment of not having defeated Cronus yet. *Or are you thinking of HER?*
Her. The one person who was even remotely similar to him. Patrick had met her on a day that was just as fateful as the one where he'd discovered his true birthrights.