Waking up
I walk out of the underwater castle holding the weird three headed spear, it felt right holding it like it was made for me. I had a bad feeling stealing it though, it felt wrong. I walked out of the ocean and up to my boss, Zelus, I looked into his green eyes, and when I say green I mean bright green, he always had a mad look on his face. I held up the spear and he snatched it from me, I flinched.
"I don't get why you need it, it's just a spear." I said.
"'Just a spear' this is a trident you idiot!" He yelled, his eyes flashing.
"I'm sorry I didn't know." I said flinching.
"Just shut up!" He said still yelling.
I flinch again, when he get angry do what he said. I wished he wouldn't make me do this, I have done everything he told me to do, but this felt extremely wrong like I have a connection to the trident. I look back at Zelus and his eyes started to glow, I passed out.
I had dreamed that I was in a room, well that's incorrect, it was the size of a football stadium, there were 12 thrones in the shape of an Omega and in the middle was a giant hearth. The room was circler, just to the right behind the head throne was a ball of water with some hybrid cow, octopus thing. I looked around to see every seat was taken, and then I saw a stool between the fisherman throne and the classic throne. The stool was also taken, and there was a little girl in front of the hearth.
"My lord, we have some questions for Lord Hades." Said a boy about my age I hadn't noticed.
In front of the head throne two kids were kneeling at its foot. The girl had blonde had startling gray eyes, she looked wise. Then there was a boy with windblown black hair, much like mine, and sea green eyes, like mine. They both looked about my age, and seeing the boy felt weird like I should know him, but I have no memory of anyone but monsters and Zelus.
"Proceed nephew." Said the owner of the head throne.
"Lord Hades do you recall a young girl by the name of Penny Jackson from 13 years ago." Said the boy.
"No, she has not been through the Underworld." The emo man on a stool said.
"Oh no, it was her. She stole it." Said the boy, and I knew he meant me.
"Who stole what?" The first guy said.
"My trident was stolen." A man who looked like the boy, who looked like me, said.
"I'm sorry!" I yelled as I woke up.
