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A conch horn blew somewhere, warning of the morning assembly at the lunch tables for breakfast.

Annabeth's head whipped about faster than anything I could have ever believed, and Grover leapt from his comfortable seat by my bed. They both hastily headed out the door, I followed them.

The morning blanketed the ground, and dew drops could be seen even though this wasn't near winter.

Breakfast was an …event. No, not really, actually. Just the usual. But it being the weekend meant that we could rest a while, and just chill.

Inside of going back to my lonesome cabin, the three of us went by the creek near Zeus' fist, where the camp hosted its Catch the Flag game. The small creek bubbles merrily, facing the woods where wood nymphs and dryads and satyrs were happily frolicking.

I sat at the crest of the creel on a jutting rock, and Annabeth set beside me, Grover landing beside her. I pulled out the pink fluffy diary and handed it to Annabeth, who was happier after breakfast. She opened the page we were meant to be on and brisked it with her fingers, for a moment possible thinking of true love herself.

She cleared her throat and started to narrate once more.

"Dear Diary,

I have officially gone crazy. Yes I have. I mean yesterday, there was nothing of that sort – I wasn't seeing things, but today, I went absolutely psychotic inside my own mind. You know one of those rare moments where you see something strange, and then when you look back its not there, but you believe that just a moment ago, you saw it? I was going really…I dunno….mad?

I remember:

The orange halved grapefruit the colour of…grapefruit, well, hung low in the sky, daring to meet the eager waves, which, from this angle, appeared to leap and brush their fingers with its juicy, clean edges. It was determined to stay low in the sky…but it was as if someone was trying their hardest to pull it up for daybreak – the morning had come and everyone was awake; it was just the summer sun now that refused to wake as early as any of us did.

Of course, I immediately thought of the famous Greek God Apollo who rode the sun chariot from East to West everyday according to mythology. It fascinated me. I had believed it as a child, because my father would tell me these myths for bedtime stories. I only wish if the life of the gods was life today – nothing better would prevail than to live in a world where people would have widespread power to teach the people of the globe a lesson.

I remembered that yesterday evening I was meant to be around him – my mystery man – but we just couldn't find each other, and it was my mutual intuition that it would be this morning.

So I turned around, because I could here in the din the muffled, squelching sound of large feet on wet sand. The weight was carried casually, and it was relaxed; the person plodded along the moist coastline. I at once met his stunning green eyes and gasped, because despite his black, handsome hair and his flawless skin, he looked different.

Before, he had an air of royalty… but now, he looked like he was the king of the human race. In fact, he was even carrying a trident – a stunning iron black and rouge bronze in shade, and a typical devilish thing – but it had been crafted with such detail that I believed it was truly real. He held it like he would use it swiftly on anything that went wrong; his symbol of power – which stood what? Six feet tall? He now had a small black beard, a miniature of his old one. He was wearing somehow better groomed clothes, a baggy blue tee that emphasized the muscular contours of his abdomen and he wore Greek style Bermuda shorts….and were those ancient Greek sandals??

I stared, standing up. He frowned as he came to me.

"What?" he asked. "I got a little gear."

He twitched the glowing trident.

"Little? Are you kidding me?? What's that for….fishing??"

He frowned. "Yes. Fishing rods are most definitely used for fishing…."

"For hammerheads or killer whales maybe, but not the ones you get here."

He got even more confused, yet there was a light in his eyes, and he snapped his fingers like he had just gotten an idea. I suppose the click was meant to do something…

"Well, I'm completely confused. Don't we fish with fishing rods??"

"Yes."

"Then why hammerheads…??"

"You don't fish with tridents. Rods. You're carrying a hell big trident, dude."

His eyes widened in knowledge and they twitched, as if he were stuck in some muddy, slip-sandy situation.

"T-Trident?"

"Yes a trident." I rolled my eyes in an obvious manner, placing my arms on my hips. "What do you think you're trying to push it off as? A gargantuan olive-fork?"

"How can you see it?"

He was so fooling around with me – I knew it. Impossible, he was, impossible.

I pointed. "It is not hard to see your gargantuan olive-fork."

"It's a trident."

"Thanks, Cap'n Obvious." I gave him a mocking salute.

"How can you see through the Mist?"

"Well, as far as I know, mist occurs in winter on very high peaks and stuff, where the clouds are low. Here, we are at the bottom, so no mist."

"No, no, no – I meant the mist with a capital "M""

A capital "M"?? "What the?"

"What's your name?" he asked, completely bamboozled by my ability.

"Sally Jackson." I smiled. "Aspiring novelist. And you?"

He smiled. "You really wanna know?"

"Yes"

"It's Poseidon."

"Ah….like in the sea god? Fancy."

"Yes. Very much like that."

I gulped. He was being serious.

"You're not implying that you could be the actual sea god?!?" I laughed, because I said such a stupid thing, and only because his tone suggested so.

"Au contraire, Sally Jackson, I am exactly that."

Pause.

Silence.

"Yeah right!" I snorted, crossing my arms, "like you could prove it...!"

"I can, Sally Jackson."

I gulped. "Don't let me stop you."

Of course he couldn't do it. I mean….gods? They don't exist anymore. Who said that they exist? There's no proof at all. How can he do it? I was just mocking him, that low-lying liar.

He smiled, as if to imply that he'd read my mind.

And without a warning, he jumped off the pier, and into the water.

I ran over to the edge of the pier, worried about his suicidal behaviour – what was wrong with him?

And then suddenly – he leapt from the sea and landed perfectly on the pier.

Now usually, you may ask what was so I-think-I've-proved-my-point in that, but the fact was that usually people, after such a dive, are exhausted, with their hair glossy and plastered to their heads, sopping wet. Yet Poseidon had just emerged as dry as a desert from the water – his hair as fluffy and dark as before, his strength possibly better and his clothes dry as if he had never jumped at all.

I thought I was about to roll my eyes up and faint.

Yet my mouth was as wide as a torpedo as I stared at him.

"Impressive, huh?" He laughed good-naturedly.

"It's a trick," I whispered. "You're wearing waterproof clothes and a waterproof wig."

How stupid, I thought in my own mind.

He laughed again, sarcastic. "Are you wearing waterproof gear, Sally?"

I shook my head.

And then, oh granny apples, he took my hand and he jumped, having me follow.

I yelled and with a thosh I plopped into the cool water…

Yet I didn't feel wet. I mean I knew the water was cold and really, really…wet, but I myself didn't feel that drenched. I was holding Poseidon's hand tightly, and I was completely dry. I felt my hair, and it was its usual dry, mousy self. Yet how could it be? I looked at him and he was in the same condition. My eyes met his and he was laughing amusedly, bubbling issuing from his mouth.

Breathing underwater?

The nerve! Yet I was intrigued…would I be able to breathe underwater?

"Go on," a bubble sound cheered near my ear. It was Poseidon.

I hesitated, and then exhaled; creating bubbles; held my empty breath….and then took a chance.

I breathed.

Literally; I actually breathed. The air went spinning up my nose, though I was waiting for that tingly itch that you get in your nasal cavity on breathing water. Yet I regulated my breathing as per normal, and it was fine.

"This isn't possible!!" I breathed to him. His smile swept away.

"More proof?" He asked.

I nodded. Like he could prove it.

And he did prove it to me – by letting go of my hand.

And suddenly, my clothes soaked up and my hair wettened; out of the blue, my tee was stuck to my stomach and the shorts clinging to my thighs. My face abruptly moistened and everywhere where I had felt dry, I was now wet. My nose tingled from the quantity of salt water that had spun all the way up.

Amazing. Utterly, absolutely, amazing.

His hands found mine again, and as soon as he held on, an invisible dryer seemed to suck away the dampness – I was as dry as on the pier now.

I stared at him again. "You are Poseidon."

"Of course. Should I ask for proof that you're Sally Jackson?"

I grinned. "No need for that. Proof lies in front of you: ragged, homeless, poor, ugly Sally."

"I don't think you're ugly," he said quietly, staring at me intently.

I sighed. "Don't lie…please. What has ugly Sally done to deserve even to meet someone as….beatific as you?"

"Sally," he swam closer to me and hugged me. "If there is one thing I know," he started, pulling back slightly to look at me, "it's that you are as good as any woman in the world, regardless of your situation. And that I'm not beatific."

"You're a god…" I said.

"I'm the son of Kronos, the evil Titan. I've cheated and gambled and done every rotten thing in my whole entire life, Sally. I can't understand how I could have met someone as brilliant as you."

I blushed, if possible.

"It's a little too early to say our vows…" I sighed.

"Good point,' he laughed.

"Wow. Poseidon. That's a mouthful, do you have a nickname?"

He thought about it. "How about…Possy?"

"Too female."

"Don."

"Too macho."

"Sigh."

"Too depressing."

"Poser."

"Too…." I searched for the word. "Gay." I giggled.

"How about-"

"Seyedone?" I said.

"Seyedone???" He said, shocked.

"S-I-D-O-N."

He considered. "It has a good ring to it."

He laughed, and his laugh exploded in a spurn of bubbles, which formed at his mouth and grew, trailing behind him.

The bubbles formed a towering shape on purpose, and they set into the contours of a horse…

At once, all these animals trailed to him, right at the pier, and he smiled at me.

He was so Poseidon.

The creatures that came to him, however, were half horse and half fish – horse bodies with fishy tails. I was staring at them wide-eyed, and I had gone speechless. What in the world?!?! I didn't know what was happening – gah, first I meet a sea god and then I meet a horse fish thing??

"These are members of my kingdom – Hippocampi."

"Hippocampi? What in the world?" I screeched.

"Well, that's actually plural for a hippocampus. They're mythical creatures, yes I know, but if you can believe gods exist, and then you can believe mythical creatures exist."

"I have my doubts on the Gods part of it," I sniffed.

"Well, I guess you need more proof-" He feinted letting go of my hand.

"No!" I yelled, panicking. "I believe you! I believe you!"

He chuckled mischievously, and decided to use the distraction to load my on to one particular hippocampus, who despite his bizarre status in species, looked quite cute. I burbled a little weirdly, panicking as he loaded me on. He then pushed me forward so where the sadly was meant to be on a horse, that's where I was, as comfortable as ever. He climbed onto the hippocampus' back, sidling to sit right behind me, and he entwined his hand around my waist.

I looked at his hands and blushed; here I was, homeless and poor, and here I was on a mythical creature's back with Poseidon's arms, much less a man's arms, around my waist.

"Don't." He frowned when he said that.

"What – don't what?"

"You keep thinking of how you're homeless and poor, Sally – just chill. It's not that bad."

I smile, and shook my head in return.

"Go." He commanded the hippocampus.

At once, the Hippocampi altogether swiftly surged forward, and I was thrown back into Poseidon. He smiled as my head collided softly with his chest and my mousy brown hair splayed onto him, floating eerily in the water. I could feel him un-tense by the very act.

We waded through the water for a long time it seemed, and the question burned in my mouth-

"It's a secret where we're going," he said. He knew I wouldn't object because I had nowhere to go – the faithful diary was in my pocket and the pen on the collar of my tee. That was the entire luggage I had.

It took some time – if we had gotten any deeper into the sea, I swear my head would have burst under the pressure. But we seemed to sink deeper and deeper, and to my distaste, my head did start to hurt a wee bit.

In the distance, I could see nothing but blue, and yet Poseidon told the Hippocampi to stop. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and revelled in the silence; he seemed to be mediating for a good period of time, before he saddled me closer to him so that his chest and my back were touching. I understood why he did that; for only a moment later, he let go of me from his hands, but I was still touching him so as to not get wet.

He straightened his arms into the blue and flexed his fingers, muttering in Greek.

Then he just held me again, and the Hippocampi started to swim – up, this time.

I had that puzzled look plastered to my face, but he just ran his hands through my hair and then smiled.

The light seemed to lighten the shade of the deep blue water we soared up…now I could see the faint line of an island in the distance. The Hippocampi soared higher and steeper and the water around me seemed to change – it had felt so pure and clean at first, but now, as we soared higher, it had started to feel more concentrated and….saltier. It just seemed to tingle my skin unlike before.

We broke the surface, the Hippocampi squeaking in delight at the sight in front of them.

In front of us rose an island so ancient yet so beautiful, that it was hard to believe that it even existed. The shore was a peachy sandy colour that continued for miles and miles, soon to be blocked by a green paradise of grass and towering palm trees. The place then started off as an elegant ensemble of Greek architecture and the whitewashed walls cleaned innocently under the partly cloudy sky. With an air of oldness and ingenuity, the petite yet brilliantly peaceful quarry seemed to invite me to itself. I could hear a slight bustle from the island – like a tiny paradise market with early visitors…

I turned to him, my face breaking into a smile. He was right behind me so my eyes turned to look at his immediately (and the brilliance of his green ones stunned me). He had crinkles around his eyes because he was smiling, and his large hand slid around my waist, slowly steering my towards my paradise island.

"What is this brilliant place?" I asked him, unable to keep that childish awe out of my voice. Look at the houses! Look at the brilliant grass! I thought these things with great reverence.

He smile at me like it was obvious.

"Really…where are we?" I asked, awestruck again.""

Here, Annabeth gasped and her eyes glinted brilliantly. She tensed, excited, and Grover pleaded her to hurry. What had stopped her?

I commanded her to keep reading or I'd die of anxiety. Why had she gasped like she was awed by what mom was going to say.

Annabeth continued. ""Something stuck me in the way Poseidon smiled so handsomely at me – I caught a bit of his hints. This was somewhere undiscovered by human bounds. Probably somewhere mythical, considering Poseidon's background, and how he just seemed to…blend in with his background here….

"You guessed right," he said. "You're almost there."

With that, he walked onto the sandy shores and trudged forward spreading his arms wide.

"Welcome to Atlantis.""

Silence.

Are you wondering why Sally can see him now, but not earlier? Well, it is a simple, mythical matter I shall be happy to explain through our hero Poseidon's words next chapter.

Next time on Love Struck: Poseidon is sick of Sally being upset over her life, and decides to take her to the Oracle's sister: daughter of another famous greek god.