Chapter two

Hannah's POV

Ever since the bath I had, I've been feeling strange, almost like . . . Another person was with me. No. Is with me;

I sat on the floor and dried my hair. "Don't worry," I said to myself. "He won't find out, Marcus won't bash me up for a bath." I dried my hair even quicker, and told myself that I was lucky for having shorter hair. Finally, my hair was only damp; I quickly changed into something simple –A plain t-shirt, shorts and sneakers. I ran outside to stable, and the feeling in my gut was gone. I quickly went onto my horse, and just sat on her. She was prefect, didn't care that I sat on her.

Why so down, my lady? A voice in my head asked. Okay, this might sound crazy but I think that I can hear my horse's voice talking to me –treating me like I'm her queen or something. It's creepy.

I had a bath and there isn't much water, I replied. The horse took tiny steps, actually opened the stable and walked outside.

Let's go she said, speeding up. I grabbed her reins and sped her up a little, also controlling her movements. My lord is here she finally said.

What? I asked. Your lord?

Yes, I've got about . . . Three. My horse really creeps me out. We slowly walked back to the stables, and I found out what she meant. A man was here, he had a small beard, sea green shirt and jeans plus a trident in his hand. There's my lord.

Why does he have a trident in his hand? I jumped off of her, directing her to the stables. I wanted to get back on her, ride away until the sun fell and the moon shined in the dark.

You'll find out.

The man was . . . "I know you." Crap! I wasn't meant to say that. I studied his face, and his trident. My eyes stayed on the trident. I couldn't get my eyes away from it. It looked like real gold, probably mined out of Olympus it's self. Only if the gods were real, then it would be a crazy world. "Is that real gold?" I asked.

"Yeah," His voice wasn't in water. It was calm, thick like tree sap. "Try holding it." He gave me his trident. I held it in both hands; it was heavy, but light as well. My happiness raised and a strange gut feeling came into me. Suddenly, water busted out of the trident's points.

"Holy crap," I said looking at the trail of mud. "I'm sorry," I gave the trident back and quickly ran into my room. I got out a book filled with puzzles, a note book and a pen, started to figure out the puzzles and see if any of them have anything in common.

Hours went by, and the man came into my room. I didn't look at him, I didn't want him to yell at me and say 'How the hell did you do that?'

"Hello, Hannah." He said. I dropped my pen and looked up. His eyes were beautiful –a real seaweed green. "How are you?"

"How do you know my name?" Was all that I could say.

"I've been talking to your mother. I hear you like horses. They like you too." He said.

"I've got a girl in the stables, would you like to see her?" I asked, trying to get him out of my room.

"Sure, I would love to." I opened my door, and gestured him to get out.

My horse loves him. I gave him some apples, and so did the man. "May I ask, what's your name?" I asked giving him an apple to feed her.

"Peter," He said, letting my horse eat the apple.

"Huh," I said. "I like that name. It's strange –no offence, but I would love to have it."

"Nothing is too strange, Hannah." He smiled at me.

"You haven't met me yet." I laughed. "I need to ask, who are you really?"

"What do you mean?" He frowned.

"You haven't met me yet, you haven't seen my dreams." He frowned even more. "I've seen you somewhere, I don't know where, but you're in my dreams. Is that strange?"

"No. I'll tell you my name, but not today." He put his hand on my shoulder. I felt anger flooded through me, dunno why. The anger spread to my gut, and I clenched my fists. It wasn't that time of month again. "Calm down, Hannah."

"I'm actually trying, Peter."

"You need to do it faster."

"Hannah!" I turned and saw Marcus storming towards me and boy was he mad. "You had a bath without permission?"

I controlled my anger, and let out a small sigh. "Why would I do that?"

"Don't lie to me, young lady." He said. I don't think he noticed Peter. "You did, didn't you?"

"It's not my fault." I said backing towards the entrance. "Can we talk about this later when Peter isn't here?"

"No, he can go see your mother."

"Hey," Peter stepped in front of Marcus. "Leave Hannah alone. If she can't help it, then don't punish her."

Marcus pushed Peter away, "Shut up."

"Why are you being so mean?" I asked. Fear rose into my throat. "You're never like this, why now?"

"Because now we can't cook dinner, because you used all the water and because I have anger inside me and I want it out!"

I saw my mum running towards me. She looked so terrified that I couldn't look at her. "Get out of here!" She yelled. I felt like crying, but with no tears.

Instead, I stood with my head up high, clench my fists and was ready to punch him. "Get out of here." I said, really to aim for his nose. I went at him, only centre meters away from his nose when he grabbed my knuckles and gave so much force into them that I heard cracking. I screamed in pain as he put even more forced into my fist.

"Stop it!" Peter yelled. He slashed him with his trident, making Marcus let go of me. "You will not hurt my daughter!" He yelled. Did he just say daughter? No, he didn't.

"What are you going to d–" Peter snapped his fingers and he made Marcus vanish. "Fighting is so boring now."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Let me help –" He said gesturing to my hand.

"No." I snapped backing away from him. "Whatever you just did, don't." I walked past my mum and to the kitchen.

Poseidon's POV

It's sad to see your daughter cry in pain because you came to her. I did the newest thing in the book, snap and vanished trick. Hannah made it clear that she doesn't want me around for the time being. She needs time, I told myself. She went into the kitchen, put a brace on her hand and started walking outside. I watched her, each step making me more confused and tired. Suddenly a small gallon of water came out of her hands. She looked so surprised; it was kind of funny watching your child seeing that water just came out of her hands.

"Awesome." She said. She ran and skidded in the mud on her feet. A big smile came along her face as I transported next to her at the end of the mud slide. I helped her off the mud and she straightened out her clothing and hair. "Never done that before."

"A child of thirteen years has never done a mud slide?"

"Nope," Her smile grew bigger. "I just did it then." Her smile turned to a frown, and then she looked at me. "Why did you tell Marcus that I was your daughter?"

I sighed and sat down on the ground. Hannah shrugged and sat next to me. "Because I am your father, Hannah but I'm not like all fathers. I'm quite special in a way, just like you." Hannah waited. "I'm sorry for not being here for the past thirteen years, but it's for your own good."

"That's what my mum used to say 'Your father said that it was best to leave, he went out to the ocean to look for unknown creatures out there.'" Hannah sighed and hugged her knees to her chest. "And now you're back, but why aren't you telling me more than I need to know?"

"What?"

"I can read expressions, pick up how other people are feeling more than my own."

"You can't know all of it today?"

"Why? If you were my father then you would tell me some stuff about you –actual important stuff."

I sighed heavily. "I'm sorry," I put my hand on her shoulder. "But I must be going."

Ritchie's POV

I walked back inside my house when Poseidon put his hand on Hannah's shoulder. I went inside to see if Marcus had taken anything, then, I found him. "Peter," I said.

"Yes," Poseidon (Peter) was by my side. I pointed to Marcus, who was tied up by rope, dead on my floor. "Oh, I'm sorry, Ritchie."

"I was going to break up with him anyway" I said.

"Wonder how Marcus died," I didn't need to turn to see my daughter staring at the body. "Hopefully he'll go to heaven and not hell." I heard her footsteps walk away from us.

"I'm sorry about Hannah." I told Poseidon. "She's . . . Confused right now, I hope."

"I'll be back soon" Poseidon said. "But please, stay safe and try to let her connect with the water."

"I'm thinking about moving in with a friend. She has a swimming pool that Hannah could use." I faced Poseidon. "Thank you for everything." I gave him a hug, and then he vanished. "I wish you were here for the last thirteen years."

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