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P.P.O.V

I don't know why, but I always thought that Atlantis would be completely drowned with water . . . I was mistaken. Once Artemis and I got to the bottom of the ocean, we walked along the seabed, which I noticed was littered with rusty artifacts from the mortal world. I had the air bubble around Artemis and me. Of course, we didn't need it, but Artemis preferred it that way, claiming that it got really uncomfortable for gods with non-sea-origins. Then she pointedly made a comment about how they weren't supposed to be in Poseidon's realm. I waved her off, but made the bubble anyway.

We walked a few kilometers and then I could finally see spires from Atlantis on the 'horizon' of sorts. I grinned expectantly and started to walk faster.

We were about 50 meters away from the entrance when I noticed something . . . off. I stopped walking and looked about. I realized several things almost at the same time.

First, there was no sea-life, what-so-ever.

Second, from where I was standing to Atlantis, there seemed to be a force-field of sorts, and everything inside had not a single drop of water.

And third, contradicting my first realization, there was a blob to my left that was fast approaching.

"Okay . . ." I said at last. "I dunno know what, but something doesn't add up here."

Artemis huffed and blew her fringe from her face. "I have told you countless times! I am not permitted to be in this realm! They are experientially guards come to usurp us!"

I stared at her. "Well, I have no idea of half of the things you just said, but, I am at liberty to be here. So, it's all good."

As we were arguing, the blob formed a shape and I realized there was more than one. Suddenly, they were upon us and I jumped back in shock.

"Ketea," Artemis breathed. "Wow. I've never actually seen one this close before."

I looked over the three Ketea, taking in the long rows of teeth and the serpentine body. I cocked my head at the sight of Nereides riding on the backs of them. Two of them had blonde hair, but the one at the front, the one who seemed to be the leader, and brown hair that fell down the back of her sea monster. They all had bright green eyes and they were wearing ancient Greek clothing.

"Three?" I questioned of Artemis.

"I only knew of two. Ketos Aithiopios; sent by Poseidon to devour Princess Andromeda and Ketos Troias; sent by Poseidon to terrorize the city of Troy."

"Okay," I nodded. "Sent by Poseidon kill. That makes sense."

Suddenly, one of the Nereides spoke. "Why are you here, gods? Poseidon has not permitted any of you to enter his realm."

I glanced at Artemis who stood behind me, trying to hide. Geez, I thought she was tough and fearless.

"Oh, uh . . . We were flying to Greece, and Selene crashed the plane, and I knew Dad had Atlantis here, so I-"

"Father?" she interrupted. "Your Father is Poseidon? He does not have Olympian children."

"Oh, yeah, well, I'm new at this. Percy Jackson, King of the Gods." I extended my hand for her to shake, like a good gentlemen but instead all three Nereides just slipped of there little monster friends and stood before us.

"Well, Perseus, we have heard much about you. Stories Poseidon tell travel far and wide. There is not a single living sea-animal that does not know your name . . . though none may recognize. Please excuse my impoliteness. I hope you have taken no offense."

I grinned. "None, what-so-ever. Now, Artemis and I just need to get in here, so . . ."

I trailed off at the cold glares. "Artemis?" one hissed.

"What are you doing here?" the other snapped.

"Adelphe, Agnella," Artemis greeted coldly. "I see you've taken a liking to monsters. Not much better than before."

One lunged at Artemis, but I jumped in between them.

"Whoa, whoa, whats this about, then?" I asked.

The one I had spoken to before stepped up and ordered, "Enough, sisters."

"But, Candance-" They protested.

"Enough!" Candance said.

"Candance, you promised that if we ever met her again, we could fight her!"

"No, Agnella!" Candance said.

"Not so pure now," Artemis muttered and I glanced at her. "Agnella is Greek for Pure. I caught her with a man once, putting shame to her name. I had a go at her and Adelphe, the dear sister – also her name meaning – got caught in the middle. We have rivaled since."

I nodded. "Okay, listen, Candance, Agnella, Adelphe, you can have a go at Artemis after we save the world. That alright? Good. Let's go."

I tugged Artemis' arm and we walked through the border. Once we were in, my air bubble dispersed and Artemis took a lung full of breath. I turned and all six creatures swam off, glaring.

"Well," I muttered, turning back, "glad that's over. Lets go inside, shall we?"

She nodded slightly and walked before me to the door. Once we got there, I pushed it. I didn't open. I pushed it again, harder this time, but it didn't budge.

"Locked," I muttered. "Why would Poseidon lock Atlantis? This . . . does not add up. There must be something here he wanted to hide."

While I started to aimlessly figure out what the Hades was going on, Artemis decided to talk a walk; I wont pretend to know what for, but when she got back she sighed.

"No other entrance. Everything is blocked off. This is better security than even Olympus has. Poseidon really doesn't want anyone in here. I wonder why. What would the sea god have to hide? Unless there is some sort of way the bring down Olympus in here, there can't be anything so dangerous - . . ."

I blocked her out. She was rambling on, obviously frustrated.

Something Poseidon wanted to hide . . . what would he want to hide? Artemis was right. The security in here was futuristic. Olympus wasn't like this. Why would he want to see Olympus fall? He wouldn't. I know it. And if he didn't, why was it under lock and key?

"Maybe it's not his?" Artemis pondered, and I glanced at her, interested.

"Of course it is," I snorted. "Why would he have water-based creatures guarding it? And they didn't stop us. No. He wants us here. But why?"

I sat on the ground and lay down. This is so frustrating! I thought. Why can't anything be clear? Wait . . . clear . . .

"Artemis?" I spoke. She looked over at me, stopping mid-sentence.

"Yes?"

"Are your visions . . . I mean, can you, just, like, make them happen? Or do they happen of their own accord?"

She shrugged. "They happen themselves. But, since we got here, I've been feeling a bit strange, in the pit of my stomach. I don't know if it intuition or if its more, but . . . there is something . . . magical, I suppose, about this place."

Suddenly something clicked. I stood up. "Say that again."

"I feel strange?" Her face scrunched up and I shook my head.

"After that."

"There's something magical about this place?"

"Magical . . . this place . . ."

"Have you been in the fight?" I asked Tyson in awe. "Like, bashing heads with your awesome Cyclops strength and stuff?"

Tyson pouted, and immediately I knew I'd asked a bad question. "I have been . . . fixing weapons," he mumbled. "Come. Let's find Daddy."

Walking with Tyson wasn't as good as I thought it would be. I sort of expected for him to show me around a bit, but he lead me straight to where he thought Poseidon was. A couple more mer-people barged in front of me and swam off. I glanced back them to see they were huddled together, looking around, talking quietly. I stopped and whispered for Tyson to do so aswell. He turned and when he saw me hiding behind a wall he scrambled back to me.

"Why are you stopped? Daddy is more further."

I hushed him and tried to listen in. I know, I know, I really shouldn't be, but what were they hiding in the middle of a war? I looked at Tyson and whispered, "Hey, do you think you can do that hearing and speaking thing like on the Princess Andromeda?"

He nodded and closed his eye.

Suddenly, his voice morphed to a high-pitched man's.

"Poseidon doesn't want anyone to know," Tyson hissed in the voice. The he changed to a gruff voice, deep and manly.

"I know that, you dolt! Why do you think he hasn't told anyone?"

The high-pitched voice was back, and already my curiosity was piqued. "But what about his son? He can access the palace! What if he stumbles upon it? There is enough magical weaponry in there for him to defeat Kronos, easy."

The gruff voice said harshly, "Shut it. And you don't think I know that? But the kid cant get in there. He has to know how to perform the Aqueous Charm Spell. And Poseidon hasn't even started to train him in magic. He won't be able to do anything."

I knew Poseidon had other sons, but I also knew without-a-doubt they were talking about me. Tyson started to say something else, but I put my hand on his arm and shook my head. He nodded once and then kept walking. I followed him, not sure what to expect now.

I opened my eyes from my flashback.

"Artemis," I said, "do you know anything about Poseidon possessing any sort of . . . magical means?"

She shook her head. "I wouldn't think so. If Zeus ever found out about Poseidon having access to magic, he probably would send Poseidon to Tartarus in order to keep him from being a threat."

I beamed at her, excited by the answer. "Exactly!"

She looked at me as I ran up to the door. "Why?"

"I figure Poseidon wouldn't want anyone to know if he has any magic means, because it means Zeus would assume Poseidon would over-throw him. So, he's kept it a secret!"

I glanced over the door. "Aqueous, aqueous . . . hmm." My hand traced all over the door, running over every little dent, every marking. Then I stepped back.

"Help me dust this sand off, will you?" I asked. I brushed my hand over the door, revealing more coherent markings. When we finished, my eyes narrowed.

"What . . . is this?" Artemis gasped. "I've never seen anything like it in my 2,000 years!"

"I can read it," I said. "Okay . . ."

I read over the lines then grinned. "Just as I thought. Whomever can read it is worthy. It's a spell. I overheard some of Poseidon's guards talking about it when he was fighting Oceanus."

I started to speak the incantation but then stopped. I flicked my wrists and let two little balls of water hovered over each, then started the incantation again. As I spoke, the water swirled around. It left my hands slowly and it made its way to the door. The streaks of water hit the door and went straight into it, and the door absorbed them. Then, the water shot out, but went back in the door, as if it were a worm or caterpillar. Around the door, locks started to click, and wheels spun around. When I finished, the water dissipated and the door swung open with a creak. I stepped in first, with Artemis right behind me. A woman spun around and dropped a vase, the fell to her knees.

"Lord Perseus! You have arrived! We are saved!" she chanted excitedly, then bowed, her head touching the ground.

"Whoa, uh, I just got here. Saved from what?" I questioned.

"From a life of slavery! With no-one having any clue where Lord Poseidon, we assumed we fall into anarchy, doomed it live a life serving someone who doesn't respect us!" She cried, her voice muffled by the floor.

I stepped around her and looked about curiously. The walls seemed marble, but I couldn't be sure. The roof stretched up, maybe 40 feet in the air. Everything was white. They really need some colour here.

Artemis was trying to comfort the now hysteric girl – odd – while I looked around the large room. Suddenly, another woman stepped from around the corner, carrying glue, and looking upwards.

"Anastasia, I swear, if you have broken another vase, Lord Triton will – oh, dear mercy."

The other woman also fell to her knees. "Lord Perseus! I didn't realize we had company; I apologize for not addressing you properly when I entered."

She bowed her head, as if in shame. I strode over to her gently grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She whimpered fearfully and stumbled out her words, "P-please, don't h-hurt us. We don't mean t-to have any d-disrespect! Here, take it!"

She yanked at a leather chain around her neck and it broke. She shoved the object at me and I inspected the diamond on the end. It was about 3 centimeters long and one wide. There were five face that all came to a point, while the top was smooth. A faint glow emitted from the centre. I looked at her confused and helped her keep her footing. "What is this? Hurt you? Why would I hurt you? . . . Does Poseidon?"

The thought of my father treating these girls abusively made me angry, but I really didn't think that was his style – and the other girl had said Poseidon respected them . . . in a little less words.

She shook her head and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Then why did you think I would hurt you?"

"Lord Poseidon's other, son does . . . when we do something wrong."

"Triton? Triton hurts you?" I demanded.

Her lips quivered at my tone and she stepped back. I softened my face and tone and said gently, "I'm not angry with you, ma'am. I won't hurt you. I swear on the River Styx."

She nodded shakily and brushed herself off. "Is there anything I can get you, Lord Perseus?"

"Yes, actually," I replied thoughtfully. "Can you tell me the connection Poseidon has with magic . . . and if there are weapons here."

The two women glanced at each other. "How . . . how do you know about this? Lord Poseidon was clear in that you had no idea, and that he didn't want you to know anything."

I huffed out a frustrated sigh. "Why would he not trust me? Eh. Alright, I'm assuming it is. Alright . . . we only have three days to get to Greece and defeat Kronos . . . Do you have anything that can help us get there?"

The two glanced at each other again. "Well . . . I think you deserve to know . . ." She sighed and spoke in the language on the door, which I figured was Atlantean.

"Anastasia, should we tell him? Lord Poseidon will have a fit!" The one I was speaking to exclaimed.

"Aquanta, I know that, but, he knew how to get in. He knows about Poseidon's weapons . . . well, the basics of it. Lord Poseidon said not to let him know about this, knot that once he knew we couldn't explain it." Anastasia, the one who dropped the vase, explained.

"That's right . . . Okay. We'll bring him to the room." Aquanta relented.

I nodded in appreciation. "Anastasia, that was a good reason. Nice to know you can get around my Father's requests." I grinned.

Both of their heads snapped towards me. "You – you could understand us?" Aquanta gulped.

"Yup," I popped the 'P' sound. "So . . . secret room, you say?"

They hesitated, but Anastasia said, "Yes. Come. We don't have much time. Our other sisters cannot see you here. They don't think as highly of Lord Poseidon as we do."

They turned on their heels and started to walk briskly down the hall. I turned to Artemis and gestured for to follow, before taking off after the two maids.

We snuck throughout the palace.

"Why did Poseidon sink this place?" I asked quietly.

Without turning around, Anastasia explained. "When Lord Poseidon found out he could perform small amounts of magic, he knew he had to hide it. He consulted Athena on what to do."

2,000 years earlier

Poseidon stared at his glowing hands. How did he do that? Of course, with his godly powers, he knew he could perform small things, mundane things. He always thought the horse he created a fluke, a one-off chance, just his powers enhanced. Now, he realized, it was something more. No other god could create something so beautiful. Except Hecate. The goddess of Magic. He thought about talking to Hecate, and then decided against it. Hecate served Hades, and Hades was an enemy. Not to be trusted. Who else could he confide in who knew about these things . . . Maybe Athena? But, no. They didn't get along.

Then he shook his head. He was over-thinking it. It was a one time thing. There was no-way he could create a protective spell, or destroy something so utterly.

He laughed once, before looking down at the ground in front of him. A blue circle was glowing around him. The crater before him gaped and smoked.

Yes. He had done it. He would have to go to Athena. He knew it.

He teleported to outside the Parthenon. He walked in and weaved his way in and out of the pillars. Once he reached Athena's private headquarters, he hesitated. He couldn't . . . he couldn't . . . before he could turn away, the door swung open and Athena stood before, her arms crossed.

"Yes, Uncle?" she questioned.

Poseidon stepped back. "No . . . no."

Athena stood confused. "Lord, why are you here?"

Poseidon shook his and took more steps back.

"Uncle, you're here. Come in." Athena stepped aside, but didn't uncross her arms. Poseidon stopped his retreat and thought it over. He was already here . . . and there was no-one else to tell.

He stepped forward, once, then twice. Then he sighed and crossed through the thresh-hold. He stood uncomfortably by the door as Athena closed it. She walked to her mahogany desk and sat at a grand chair, before leaning forward to grab a stack of papers.

"I assume this isn't a social visit, nor a chance to mock me, Uncle. Why are you here?"

She separated the stack a placed one in front of her, and the other where is was before. She grabbed the one in front and started to read over the page.

"Athena, I . . . I don't know who else to talk to. Please, you have to help me," he pleaded.

His tone made Athena look up but she looked back down again. "Have a seat. We will discuss this further."

Poseidon sat down on small chair, his resolve wavering. "Athena, look at me. This is important."

"As is this," she replied confidently.

"As important as my mental crisis?" Poseidon snapped, standing up.

Athena looked back up at him and put her stack on the deck, standing up also.

"Preposterous. Gods do not go through mental instabilities."

"Listen to me!" Poseidon demanded, grabbing her arms. "I just cast a spell! I just completely destroyed a Titan! Completely, utterly! My hands were glowing! Glowing! I need you to help me figure out what the Hades is going on with me!"

Athena winced. "Poseidon, y-you're hands. Burning." She gasped at the pain and Poseidon immediately let go of her.

"I-I'm sorry," he whispered. "W-what's wrong with me?"

She sat down and blew out a breath. "Nothing necessarily wrong with you. Explain to me what you experienced."

Poseidon sat down also, looking guilty. "Achelous came to me. He claimed Oceanus was coming to confront me. I didn't believe and cast him off. He was angry and started to try and control the ocean. Silly, river god. Anyway, it turned into a battle. He was a good fighter. I-I don't know how, but abruptly I was surrounded by a blinding blue light. It formed a circle around me and Achelous could not get within the light. I was astounded, and, absorbed in the moment, I thought 'Destroy' but when I said it aloud, I realized I was speaking Atlantean, the language of Atlantis. Before I knew what was going on, the only remain of Achelous was his toga. I just know that he is destroyed. I mean, not in Tartarus or anything, but he honestly will not be coming back."

Athena sat quietly and thought about his story. Then she shook her head, mystified.

"Uncle, that is unusual. How are you so sure you destroyed him?"

"I-I can just feel it. I know he is . . . dead."

"I don't know what to say. This is just-"

Screams from outside cut Athena off. She jumped up and ran out of the room. She weaved throughout the pillars, Poseidon a step behind her. When they were free, they looked about the Acropolis. Mortals were running around in a panic as a horde of Harpies attacked them, scavenging for food. One swooped down and grabbed a Mortal's arms, lifting him into the air. He screamed as the Harpy cackled.

Without thinking, Poseidon held out his arm and spoke an incantation in the language of Atlantis. The Harpy screamed and burst into flames, dropping the man. He fell to about two feet from the ground then slowed, dropping to the ground peacefully.

The Harpies looked up from there attack and saw the other one of their kind screaming as flames engulfed it. Instead of bursting into flames, as per usual, it continued to scream and cry, writhing in mid-air. Then the screams stopped, as did the flames. The burnt Harpy fell to the ground. The crisp body hit the ground with a thud, before being engulfed in a white light then disappearing.

The other Harpies were so stunned they had no time to defend themselves. The rest of them burst to flames, and suffered the same fate. Athena broke her eyes away from the carnage to look at Poseidon. His eyes were glowing white and his lips moved so fast Athena had no idea what he saying; even if he was speaking slowly, no-one actually knew the Atlantean language. Obviously, though, Poseidon did.

Once the people were free from the attack, they came out from their hiding spots and calmly began to walk around again, as if nothing had happened.

Then Poseidon stumbled. Athena grabbed his arm and he steadied himself.

"The Mortals won't remember a thing," he muttered. Athena let go of his arm and stepped away from him.

"Poseidon . . ." she whispered. "You . . . you're a . . . you practice Amiloata Erogara. I don't know if you realize, but you are dangerous. You are now the most powerful being alive."

Present

I shook my head. "My Father. Most powerful being. So . . . what has that got to do with weapons?"

Anastasia continued her narration. "Poseidon swore Athena to secrecy. On Olympus, they're enemies. In Atlantis, they're friends. Athena helped Poseidon gain control of his powers, here, in Atlantis. One day, when she was trying to help, they got in an argument. Poseidon sunk Atlantis, but, not wanting his subjects to die, he saved them, putting this field of air around us. But, we had to swear fealty. Some declined, and perished in the ocean. Others accepted. Poseidon tried his hardest to make it up to us . . . we can only live and thrive here. That is why other maids won't like you being here. They despise Poseidon for putting them in this situation. We have moved on. We realize it wasn't his fault, and there is nothing we can do. We miss the land, and the sky. But we live. That is all we ask for."

She shook her head. "As for the weapons . . . when Poseidon sunk Atlantis, he got scared. Scared Zeus would banish him. Scared he would be an outcast. So, he locked himself up here for about a decade. He only left when it was dire. Athena lied about where he is . . . she still does. While Poseidon experienced solitude among us, he built things to pass the time. Using his magic, he built machinery, he built weaponry, his creations rivaling even Hephaestus. Using plans from surviving Atlanteans, he built a modern empire; humanity still hasn't caught up to the mix of magical and Atlantean weaponry."

"What do you mean a mix?" Artemis questioned. She was so quiet throughout the story I forgot she was there.

"As in many myths, the Atlantean technology advancements are beyond even the 21st century. Poseidon took those things and made them even more futuristic," Anastasia explained.

"Whoa," I whispered. "So . . . my dad is, like, a magic-practicer? That is so cool!"

"Practicer is not a word," Artemis rolled her eyes. "So, Uncle Poseidon kept it all here. That is an extraordinary tale, and I only believe it as evidence is before me. How will this help us?"

We came to a steel door. "Somehow I think the charm I used at the front door won't get us in," I said in a small voice. The door looked about 20 feet high, and ten wide. It was covered with Atlantean symbols.

"That necklace, with the diamond," Anastasia breathed. I'd been so engrossed by the story I had forgotten about it. "It will gain you access. Only I possess one. Lord Poseidon trusts me enough and soon Aquanta will get hers, too. But, for now, I am the only one here right now who has seen this room. Aquanta, I apologize, but . . . you can't see this."

Aquanta nodded. "I understand. May the gods bless you on your quest, Lord Perseus and Lady Artemis."

She bowed and hurried off down the hall.

I fingered the diamond that was apparently a key. Anastasia put her hand over a small hole. "Put the key here," she instructed. The hole was a little over to the left from the middle. I inserted the key and it glowed brightly. The markings on the door lit up and lines appeared, about the size of a normal door. The normal sized door swung open, revealing the awesome-est thing I had ever seen.

Okay, this one was way longer than usual, 'cuz I felt real bad about my long updates and short chapters. I hope you liked it, and flames are welcome. :)

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