' THE CLASH'
Come to the surface, the voice says. Your purpose is waiting for you, it taunts. 'Why do I need to travel to the surface?' I call out. The voice just laughs and vanishes into an echo.
I wake up, startled. My bed room is deathly silent. I swim over to my window, hoping that the serenity of Atlantis will calm my frayed nerves. Soldiers patrol the undersea palace, friendly schools of fish dart in and out of windows, while the steady sound of metals clanging together in the forges fill the air. I see my mother, Amphrite stare solemnly out of hr tower. My thoughts slowly creep back to the mysterious voice that has been invading my dreams. So many questions arise. What waits for me on land? Friends those aren't blue with fish tails? A completely normal life? My father? I decide to seek approval to investigate the source of the voice.
I'm shaking all over as I approach Poseidon himself. He twirls his trident absently and regards me. He's probably the only one who doesn't stare at the absurdly human shade of skin I inherited from my father. I nervously bow and sputter out, "I- I have a request." "And what would that request be?" he asks. "I'd like to have feet to travel to the surface world", I mutter. A confused look sweeps over his face. I immediately explain why I've requested such a bizarre, wish, but Poseidon still seems a bit perplexed. "Will your mother allow this?"He asks. We exchange a look of knowing that my mother can be a bit paranoid with the idea of the surface world. I whisper, "She doesn't have to know until I'm gone…" He quickly nods and in a flash of light I'm standing on South Beach, feet (feet!) buried in the sand, and my pale skin burning in the sun.