Vanessa Mason and the Olympians: The Trident Thief
Prologue
A man stood over looking the ocean. This man was Poseidon, god of the sea. Another pulled up in a Spyder. This was Apollo, god of music, medicine, poetry, archery, and the sun.
"Poseidon," Apollo said, getting out of the car.
"Apollo," Poseidon said, turning to him.
"It's been a long time."
Poseidon turned back to the ocean. "Tell me, Apollo, what do you see?" he asked.
"The ocean, Uncle. What should I see?" Apollo asked, turning to face the ocean.
"Yes, but no waves."
Realization suddenly dawned on Apollo. "You suspect my daughter?"
"Who else could have done it?"
"Impossible. She knows nothing about this life."
"Maybe, but nevertheless, she has three weeks to return it, at the Winter solstice."
With that, Poseidon left in the ocean to go to Atlantis. Apollo closed his eyes in frustration. His uncle suspected his daughter. Who had supposedly been kept from the truth about her for who knows how many years.
"Sarah," he mumbled, "I hope you've kept her in the dark." He turned to his car as Artemis began to lower.
"Well," he said, climbing in, "Another new day, another chance to watch over them."