I don't know if this is the fates foreshadowing that this is going to be a terrible day or not, but this is how I woke up:
I woke up by the terrible sensation of some thick wet blankets around me. So I of course did the most logical thing there is to do in this situation; I rolled around, but I must have rolled too much. Because the next second, I landed heavily on the cold wooden floor below me, face down. And before I could make sense of how I had ended up on the ground in the first place, a sharp agonizing pain lanced through my chest and I got a strong urge to vomit from sudden nausea. That had been caused by the fact that everything around me had suddenly started to spin.
Where am I? And what is happening? I put my arms under me, so I could pull myself up, but as soon as I moved, pain tore through my abdomen and it was like my lungs decided to quit their job. The feeling of not being able to suck in any air at all was terrifying.
Luckily the wave of pain seemed to gradually fade away and I was left panting, desperate to get the air I needed back into my lungs. For some reason, a strange feeling of something sharp pushing against one of my lungs started to appear after some time, but I forced myself to not think about it.
After some time – or what felt like an eternity – my nausea went away, and I managed to haul myself up onto my shaky legs. Black spots danced across my vision, but after some small shaky steps, they went away.
I looked back at where I had fallen from and instantly regrated looking back at the enormous bed, because it only left me gasping and gagging, wanting to throw up from the blood-soaked sheets on it.
Shit! I cursed after looking at my now blood-red Camp t-shirt I was wearing; I had totally forgotten about yesterday. With my shaky hands, I lifted the t-shirt a bit up, just so I could see the stab wound from that day. The thick smell of blood instantly clogged my nostrils, and I nearly screamed seeing the size of the stab wound.
I leaned against the wall before slowly sliding down it, landing on the floor, feeling the tears coming; I'm going to die, I thought clamping a hand over my mouth to keep out the sobbing.
"No, you're not." A calm voice said out of nothing.
Who said that? I looked around the room, only to see nobody. There were no one in the room that could speak, unless the furniture suddenly gained the ability to speak. Which wouldn't really be that mind-blowing, the fact that I'm in a luxurious room in a giant palace gave some strange Beauty and the beast-vibes anyways.
"You are fine," the unknown voice spoke again. "You are fine."
"Where are you?" I asked confused, looking around the room for some possible hiding spots. Before falling back against the wall again with a pained yelp from a sudden sharp pain erupted in the stab wound. It felt like something in my abdomen was burning.
I'm dying , I told myself. There is no point in lying to myself anymore; I will probably die from blood loss or any of the other wounds; I only now noticed how numb my left shoulder felt, right where that stupid dog had bitten me yesterday. I'm dying, I repeated for myself.
"No, you are not dying!" the voice insisted. "You are fine."
I shook my head. "No, I'm not!" I hissed from the pain that once again pulsed through the stab wound.
"You are! The wound has stopped bleeding. Stop whining!" The voice spoke angrily this time.
I lifted the covers again, gods, everything hurt, I almost didn't want to look at the wound.
"Look at it!" The voice demanded.
I forced my eyes to look down at the wound again, to my surprise the wound didn't look as bad as the first time I saw it. I hadn't noticed the first time, how the wound wasn't bleeding anymore and that it really wasn't that big.
Wow! I overreacted. I chuckled for myself.
"Yes, that's correct. You were overreacting, just overreacting ." The voice agreed, fading away a bit at the end.
I smiled to myself. The voice was right; I'm fine.
I stood up again, feeling a little lightheaded, and almost falling over before I could even start walking. "I'm fine." I repeated to myself. Then realizing that I should probably cover up the wounds with something; There was no point in bothering someone else with something so unimportant , I thought making my way to the wardrobe in the left corner of the room, hoping there would be clothes there.
To my surprise, there were clothes there. I pulled out a black hoodie – just what I need, you can't see the blood through it – and some dark blue jeans.
I took everything on. Whimpering every time, I needed to bend down because it was agitating the wounds. But then suddenly there was a knock on the door, I froze instantly and felt my heart rate pick up.
"Yes?" I asked after a long time of silents.
"Prince Triton wishes you to join him for lunch in The Great Hall." A male voice behind the door said, he sounded familiar.
Prince who? Lunch? I asked myself confused, looking out of the window right beside the wardrobe, the only I could see was water and some fish. I rolled my eyes, realizing that there was no way the sun would reach that far down to the ocean, and that it, therefore, was no point of looking outside.
I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands, I need help…
"No, you don't!"
"What?" I asked out loud, I had totally forgotten about that mysterious voice.
"The prince wishes," The man outside started to repeat himself – he probably thought I had spoken to him. Which I wouldn't blame him, since I didn't even know who I was talking to. "for you to join –"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." I said, winching at how rude that probably sounded.
I pulled my hoodie a bit more down, checking if everything was covered while looking at my reflection in the mirror, that was standing between the wardrobe and the huge window. Then quickly took a blanket that had been lying on a giant chest right in front of the bed and threw it over the bed, so it covered all the blood-soaked sheets, so no one would see them. Before I then walked up to the door and slowly opened it.
I found the same blond man that had informed dad that some sir needed his help last night standing there casually waiting for me.
"Hi" I said stepping out of the room.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Son of Poseidon." The man bowed his head a bit down, before he quickly straightened up and started walking. "I will guide you to The Great Hall."
"Oh, thanks." I said following him, trying to ignore the pain running through my body, reminding me of the super annoying stab wound plus the other injures – that I hadn't even really looked at yet.
"There is no need to thank me," the man smiled, his blond hair fell over his eyes a bit, but he quickly brushed it away behind his ears. "it's my job."
"To guide me places?" I asked confused, stumbling a little, feeling just a bit lightheaded, thankfully the man wasn't looking and didn't see either the stumble or the wince.
"No," The man chuckled a bit. Making a turn to the right with me right beside him. "or not specifically … and just that."
"Oh, what else do you do then?"
"Serve your father. I remind him of upcoming events and do other things he wishes for me to do."
"So, you are like his manager?"
The man looked at me confused "I'm sorry, but I don't think I have the knowledge of what that is."
"Well…" I said, I wasn't really sure of how to explain it. "It's a person." Great start! "That like plan stuff and organize stuff and … do other stuff."
"Hmm," the man nodded, although he still looked very confused. "I guess I am … this manager you speak of."
"But anyway, we are here! The hall is through these doors." The man said stopping in front of a giant golden double door after one last turn to the left.
"Wow, they are big!" I said amused.
"Don't worry, they open up themselves when you are near them." The man said backing away, he seemed to be in a hurry to leave for some reason.
"Okay, got it!" Stepping a bit closer and saw the doors slowly open up by themselves. I turned around to the man. "Goodbye, … hmm … what's your name?"
"You don't need to address me by my name." The man shook his head. "But it's Daryl."
"Daryl." I repeated after him. "Well, I hope to see you again, Daryl." I said and walked into the room.
The Great Hall was giant. Fortunately, it was human-big and not god-big, although it was a bit strange that you needed such big doors for such a 'small' room. A long table stood in the middle of the room and at the end of the table, there was a throne-like chair, which I bet a hundred drachmas on it being my father's.
In the center of the table at the opposite side sat a man with his feet on the table reading a newspaper.
He was maybe five or six years older than me, and was wearing a simple black turtleneck sweater. His hair was the same jet-black color as mine, but the ends of the hair were dark green and tied into a ponytail.
Who is that? I wondered.
As I moved closer, the man gradually lifted his head from the paper as if he didn't know I was in the room before then.
"So you are alive!" The man said, not revealing if he was happy by that fact or not.
"Yes, I am…" I said folding my arms and frowning. "And who are you?"
The man straightened up, but was still looking at the newspaper. "Am I honestly supposed to believe you do not already know who I am, Perseus Jackson?"
Hmm… a mean dude with green hair, I thought, forcing my brain to try to remember anything that can be relevant to that description.
"Are you someone important?" I asked frowning.
The unknown man let his green eyes drag over every inch of me, like he wasn't sure if I was who he thought I was. "Well, I might be a minor god and not the most popular of them either," he said putting down the newspaper, like he suddenly was interested in the conversation. "I'm an important sea god. And the fact that you are a … son … of my father, as well as the fact that we are somewhat related, I would expect you to recognize me."
A son of Poseidon? Maybe Theseus or Bellerophon – the most famous children of my dad? But they were demigods, not gods, and are long gone… hmm, a god
"Wait, are you the dude with the two fishtails?!" I asked, before remembering he had feet. "No forget it, you have –"
"I am." The man said. "I'm Triton, God of the Navy, Host of the tritones, and Messenger God of the Sea."
"Ohhh," I said, not really knowing what to reply to that, although being proud of managing to guess who he was. "Cool…"
Triton looked surprised by the odd response, before he took his eyes off me and clenched his fist like he was trying to control himself from something.
"Sit down." He said, which sounded a lot like a command.
I narrowed my eyes before slowly pushing a seat opposite of where he was sitting, and sitting down.
"Eat what you want," Triton said and nodded to the food on the table. "I do not know a lot about mortals or what kind of nourishment you stand in need for. However, if there is something special of food – or other things – you need, that is fine, I will get it for you."
"Alright, thanks." I said appreciating.
Triton nodded before he returned to the newspaper he had been reading when I came into the room.
I looked around the table, amazed at the amount of food on the table and there only being two people at the table. There was also a problem; I had no idea what kind of foods there were on the table. Pretty much everything at the table was unknown for me; there was something that looked like rice the only thing is that it was pink and smelled like roses, there was also a lot of unknown sauces and meat. So, in the end, I just picked up a slice of bread, because I didn't want to eat something unknown that could be deadly for demigods. And asking Triton – although he had said that I could – didn't sound that smart,
"Where is dad?" I said after taking some small bites of the bread and deciding that I wasn't that hungry anyway.
"Dad is at this moment at the Gulf Coast of Mexico assisting sir Castor with a major oil spill," Triton explained, leaning back into his seat. "Mom left last night to give him a helping hand. However, they all will return for dinner. Along with my ... sisters."
"Which sisters?" I asked, although it hurts to admit it, my father had a lot of kids.
"All of them." He said, taking a bite of the beef – or what looked like beef – in front of him.
"What? How are all of them going to fit in this room?" I asked confused, looking around the room.
"I only have three sisters –"
"No way! I can at least remember like twenty; Eirene, Despoena, Herophile, Aithousa –"
"are not my sisters!" Triton interrupted. "They are my half-sisters, demi-gods or children from affairs with other goddesses. I therefore only have three sisters; Rhode, Kymopoleia, and Benthesikyme."
"So you don't count demigods as you siblings?"
"No, they do not fully share the same blood as me." He said it like it was the only logical answer.
I nodded, biting my lower lip. "Good to know"
"Anyways, I'm done eating," I said pulling myself up to stand. "I think ... I will go back to my room."
Triton looked at me before looking down at my plate where I basically hadn't touched a bite of the bread I had taken.
"Fine," Triton nodded, not taking his eyes of the bread on my plate. "A servant is waiting outside and will show you the way back to your room, so you don't get lost."
"Thanks." I said and walked out of the room.
Outside stood a girl with blue hair – and to be honest I was a bit disappointed that it wasn't Daryl. The girl didn't say a thing when I came out just gestured for me to follow and started walking.
I could technically find the way back myself – or I would probably get lost, but then I wouldn't need to practically run after that girl. In what hurry is she in? I wondered and winced fighting the pain, while comforting myself by the fact that she was in front of me and not seeing my pained face.
The girl opened the door to my room and gestured me to go inside.
"I will get you when it's time for dinner." The girl said quietly, looking at the floor and not me.
"Okay, thanks."
The girl nodded still not looking at me. She turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door on her way out.
Knock knock!
"Son of Poseidon?" a female voice called from somewhere not far away. "You will be late –"
Knock KNOCK!
Not again! Am I ever going to get a good night's sleep without anyone being so rude and waking me up? "I'm coming." I said standing up from the ground – wow, I slept on the carpet.
I brushed the dust off my clothes before opening the door and seeing the same blue-haired girl standing there. "Hey."
She looked at me, first with no care in her eyes than with confusion – or worry. "Are you okay?" she said quietly, almost whispering. Her purple eyes wandered all around my body like looking for something.
"Yes. Why?" I said and her eyes return to looking at mine.
"Nothing." She brushed her hair away from her eyes. "You just look ..." she stopped herself like she remembered who she was talking to, her face looked a bit hurt by the reminder. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't comment on such things." She bowed her head down.
"No, it's okay." I hurried. "Is there something wrong with my clothes?" I looked down at my clothes, luckily there was no blood on the hoodie or the pants.
"No..." She shook her head before looking at my face biting her lips before again shaking her head. "Forget it, shall we go?" she said, starting to walk.
I followed her, this time I felt so much worse than the last time walking these corridors – my head was burning along with each of the wounds every step I took. I also accidentally whimpered quietly somewhere during the walk to The Great Hall, and the girl turned around with her hair quickly swishing to her other shoulder. She looked at me worried but didn't say a thing and turned around before picking up her pace. Which was terrible! Even before she had picked up the pace, she had walked pretty fast, now she was practically running.
By the time we reached the room – which hadn't taken long at all – I had to fight myself not to lie down and pant, because I felt so out of breath. And I don't want to make it seem like I'm not well-trained, which I am, or I should at least have the endurance to last a such short walk. But there seemed to be something seriously wrong with my lungs – I needed to force every breath in and out. But I don't need any help, because I'm fine.
The door to The Great Hall was already open and Triton met us at the door. Standing there almost like a guard, if I dear to say it he also looked stiff as one too. I chuckled quietly.
Triton glared at me. "And you look ..."
Cool? Handsome? Amazing? No? … Okay, there must be something wrong with me... but what? Triton is the second person mentioning this! I looked around before looking back at Triton. Only now did I realize that he was wearing a suit – or something that looked like a suit with shells and pearls attached all over it. It was a beautiful clothing –
"Oh –" I suddenly realized. "I'm sorry. I didn't know I was supposed to dress nicely..."
"It's not that." Triton looked away. "And I shouldn't have expected a demigod to know to dress acceptably for a family dinner." He looked at my hoodie with contempt. "Your parents must have not thought you any manners."
I bit my lip restraining myself from saying something stupid back.
"Anyways," Triton said, a smile appearing when he saw the anger in my eyes. "follow me."
He walked into the room. Everything looked exactly like it had for lunch, only now the whole table was covered in different foods. There were also people sitting at the table; two girls were sitting on the left side of the table close to my father's throne-chair, and three other old men sat at the end of the table. Both of the girls looked beautiful, but the old men looked important. They wore clothes, that looked like something priests would wear. Only one of the men looked young the other two looked quite old. The youngest also looked familiar, he had blue hair and beard, but I didn't understand why he looked so familiar.
The men switched on who was looking at me while I and Triton were entering the room, like they didn't want to make it obvious that they were observing every move I made.
"Greetings, my lord." The men stood up when Triton had reached the table. "It's an honor to once again be invited to celebrate this magnificent day with your family –" the oldest of the men spoke, before the blue-haired interrupted.
"Lord Triton, is that the offspring?" the man looked at me with interest, while the other two looked at him with the anger of him daring to interrupt the eldest.
Triton nodded and all the three men looked at me in shock.
"Not what we were expecting." The second oldest man with purple hair spoke.
"Not what we were expecting at all," the oldest man spat. "For being Poseidon's favorite, he does not look like what you expect."
"Nor does he look strong or powerful or ..." The eldest continued, mentioning things I wasn't, like I wasn't standing right in front of him, hearing everything.
"It must be the appearance our King enjoys" the youngest joined into the conversation.
"I think you are right, Elvor!" the eldest laughed. "He does look like the exact image of our King. His eyes, the hair –"
This time the oldest was interrupted by Triton. "Although I understand your interest in this matter. I must inform you that my father would like to hold him a secret for the rest of the kingdom for a while. So do not speak of him in the public." He warned looking in the eyes of all the three men.
The men went immediately silent and sat down, like what Triton had just said changed everything.
Triton smirked and moved on, walking up to the chair closest to dad's seat on the right side and was about to sit down when one of the girls sitting on the other side stopped him.
"Hi, Tri." The youngest of the girls spoke, running her hands over her dark brown hair. "Mom said that sir Castor and his advisors are going to join the dinner with us tonight. So could you and –" She looked at me, her green eyes lighting up from the desire to remember something, before she gave up and asked. "What was your name again? I do remember that you were named after a son of Zeus, but I unfortunately don't remember which."
Finally, there was someone else talking to me, with no hate. The girl was a bit older than me, but she was younger than Triton. And she looked so … innocent, like if I ever saw her murder someone, I would never believe my eyes – she would be too innocent.
"Perseus Jackson, but call me Percy." I said, blushing a bit when I finally managed to get to my senses and answer the question.
"Oh, that's right!" The girl exclaimed, generally happy. "Excuse me for forgetting."
What? How could she ever need to excuse herself for something?
Triton seemed to have lost his patients with the conversation and moved four seats away from where he originally had intended to sit, before seating down on the chair further away, I quickly followed and sat down right beside him. Although it didn't seem like he liked me being there, he didn't push me away to my relief.
"Tri, are you going to introduce us?" The girl close to the brown-haired girl said. She looked to be older than Triton and a bit annoyed by the fact that she needed to remind her brother, Triton of such a simple thing.
Triton rolled his eyes. "Percy, this is Benthesikyme." He said. Pointing at the older girl with slick black hair, and she smiled at me. "You can just call me; Benni or Benny … or Thesi, Ikyme works also, along with Hesi –" She actually came up with a lot of nicknames – which didn't really surprise me, when you such name as hers, you would expect to have a lot of nicknames –, but Triton stopped after some time. "Just call her Benny, like all of us." He then turns to the brown-haired younger girl. "This is Rhodes." The girl waved at me, whispering 'hi', smiling.
"Benthesi-, I mean Benny and Rhodes, Percy." He simply said, and just in time because the next second a woman walked into the room. She had chocolate-brown hair, that moved around like it was in water, although it wasn't – totally not obeying any laws of physics. She wore a beautiful dark blue dress with pink crystals attached at the sleeves and the belt around her waist. She was followed by my dad, who wore an amour, but after some steps into the room, it faded into his casual Hawaiian t-shirt. He was talking to a man beside him, who was still wearing a golden armor with small medals attached to his chest – he was probably sir Castor. Behind this man walked three other men, they wore almost the same as he, but a lot simpler and without all the gold medals.
The doors closed, once every one of them had sat down and an awkward silents fell over the table.
Dad sighed and stood up from his 'throne' at the end of the table, maybe he wasn't happy by the fact that he needed to stand up, when he only had sat down for some seconds.
«I am glad to once again see us gathered here to celebrate this day.» He said looking around the table, a tiny smile appeared on his face once he saw me. "I hope the next decade will be even better and that our friends" He looked at the three old men at the end of the table. "will remain faithful. I wish you all a happy next decade." Dad sat down.
I wondered if this was some kind of special day or if my father had to hold a speech at every dinner – poor dad if so.
Everyone started to eat, and I looked down at my dish that had magically appeared once dad had sat down after the speech.
It was consisting of some kind of black fish, seaweed and what I guess was vegetables, but they didn't look like any vegetable I had seen before in my entire life. It looked like small purple and pink pears.
«What a lovely dish, your highness.» The man next to me stuttered, it was the same old man who had hated on me once he heard I was the son of Poseidon.
«Yes, Alistair, I agree, it's amazing! » The brown-haired girl, Rhodes agreed, taking a giant bite of the dark fish. «And the fish! Truly the best of this century. » she concluded.
«Nah, the last decade' was better. » Triton mumbled, twirling the seaweed around his fork using a spoon – like it was spaghetti.
Suddenly the giant doors burst open again. In ran a girl, same age as Triton, with a guy. The girl had snow-white hair and was holding the guy's hand dragging him along with her. The guy didn't seem to have a really good balance and was practically stumbling and falling behind her, but still following her.
Once, they were at the table she snapped her fingers and two chairs appeared right beside Benny and Rhodes, with the same food in front of the table and both of them sat down.
Triton looked at her with surprise. «Kym, I wasn't expecting you here.»
«You weren't? Then who was this invitation meant to?» She threw a letter over to him and it landed right in his food.
«To you," Triton said, carefully taking the latter out of his food, not even bothering to look at what was in it. "but I wasn't expecting you to come. You usually –»
«Forget about what I usually do!» Kym growled, and the table shook a bit. Poseidon sent her a warning glare. «I'm sorry…» she said looking at dad, before again turning back to Triton. «I came here today, because I come to the realisation that this is almost the only time we are gathered as a family … of course with these old idiots,» she pointed at the three men sitting next to me. «… and whoever they are…» she waved her hand at sir Castor and his advisors, before also waving at me and looking at me analyzing. «Who's that?» she looked at me confused.
I opened my mouth, but Triton answered for me. «He is the bastard.»
Bastard. Ouch. I winced.
«Triton!» my dad barked at him.
«And why is a half-blood sitting at the table with us? Have I been gone so long that demigods are allowed at the table?»
I winced again, she talked about me like I was a dog lying on the couch.
"Percy is not any demigod; he is my son," Poseidon explained to her calmly. Amphitrite, who sat right beside him didn't look happy by that statement. "And he will be staying here for a couple of months."
Kym turned back to me, narrowing her eyes as if analyzing my possible skills and power, before reaching out her hand for me to shake. "I'm Kymopoleia – judging by my name you would know that my parents hate me." Poseidon and Amphitrite rolled their eyes. "But do not bother learning or remember my name, my parents –" Amphitrite choked on her drink. "threw me out of here and married me to some idiot." Poseidon winced and this time being the one almost choking on his drink. ", so I'm not found here often, wandering around the castle like my sisters. Therefore, don't expect to meet me again ever, but if we do meet … call me Kym then."
I nodded and shook her surprisingly freezing-cold hand. "Understood." It hurt a bit in my left shoulder when she shook back.
"I don't intend to be rude, but are you normally this pale?" Rhodes asked out of the blue, looking at me a bit concerned.
Pale? Was I? Being pale was not a normal description of me.
I looked at her, not really knowing what to answer. But before I could ask anything she leaned across the table and pressed her hand carefully on my forehead. "You're clammy. And … hot."
I flinched away from her hand, and she sat back down again. "I'm fine," I said, but when I looked at dad, I saw that he still looked concerned, so I quickly came up with an explanation. "I'm just a bit tired –"
"What?" Triton looked at me surprised. "You slept for one whole day and more! How can you still be tired?"
"One day?" Dad frowned at Triton, I also looked confused at him. What? I did not sleep for a whole day. If I had, I wouldn't feel so tired right now!
"Well, I don't know if it's normal for mortals, but you brought him here early in the morning yesterday, and he slept that whole day and until today morning." Triton explained, cutting the fish in two.
"Why didn't you wake me then?" I asked, not really believing what he was saying.
"I couldn't." Triton took a bite of the fish. "Dad said he had promised you that you could sleep as long as you wanted."
"Ohhh" I said, now remembering my father promising me that I could sleep for as long as I wanted after the meeting on Olympus. He did not specify for how long, although one whole day seemed a bit … too long.
My dad looked at me with more concern than anyone in the room. "Are you sure you are okay, Percy?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I nodded. I'm truly fine.
Amphitrite seemed to not like the topic of the conversation, so she decided to change it. "Kymopoleia, who did you bring with you tonight?"
"Oh, this Ferthgil." Kym said, kissing him on the cheek.
"How exciting, my dear!" Amphitrite said, before looking over at Ferthgil. "And how did you meet my daughter, Ferthgil?"
Ferthgil looked a bit surprised by the queen asking him that question, but quickly started to tell the story of how they met. And I have to say this gay has never heard of summary, because he told everything, like EVERYTHING! From what they were wearing to what date it was. But that was how the whole evening went; Ferthgil and Kym talking about their relationship and her sisters along with her mother kept asking questions, so the conversation never really moved on. The four strangers that sat beside dad had somewhat of a private conversation with him – and to be fair, I couldn't hear a thing of what they were saying, although I don't know if it's because of my bad hearing or that they had some kind of weird magic-trick/spell going over there. Triton like me was mostly silent, but unlike him, I forced out a fake laughter once in a while when something funny had been said, although the movement agitated the wounds. The three old men, that sat on the end of the table never spoke to anyone else than themselves. And after some time I had completely lost interest in what was happening around the table at all. I took some bites of the small pink pears on my plate – since dad was at the table, I felt much safer or that he would tell me if something was poisonous – and to my surprise, they were pretty good, but I wasn't really that hungry –
"Percy, could you pass me the salt?" Someone whispered close to me.
"What?" I hadn't expected anyone to ask me anything – so my brain felt like it was totally turned off.
Triton pointed at the salt. "The salt," He said quietly, not wanting to interrupt the conversation between his sisters. "Could you pass it to me?"
I looked at the salt it was right beside me, and without worry, I leaned over and reached with my RIGHT hand to grab the salt. Which was a total mistake, and I knew it right the moment when my hand touched the salt. I felt a sudden pain from my abdomen, the movement must have been too much because I felt blood run down my stomach and leg from the stab wound. I groaned silently and took a deep breath, to keep myself from screaming.
I then quickly gave Triton, who fortunately didn't comment on how long it took me to pass him the salt, and just returned to enjoy his meal.
I quietly slid my hand under the black hoodie, just to check if I was bleeding a lot, and to my surprise, blood was oozing out of the wound like crazy, I pressed my palm over the wound to try to stop the bleeding and felt blood run between my fingers.
I'm fine, I'm fine. I squeezed my eyes shut to keep the tears from leaking from them, and only opened them again once I managed to control myself enough to ignore pain.
I then suddenly remembered that there were people all around me, I shut my eyes up, and to my relief, nobody seemed to have noticed; the old men were chatting with each other, and Amphitrite and her daughters were in a heated discussion about something.
I sighed relieved no one notices, but this was before I looked at the end of the table, where the throne was and the man sitting on it –
Oh no…
My father's eyes were looking directly at the wound under my hoodie, and I internally winced, he knew –