The Olympian Games 2: Power Trekking

The Olympian Games 2: Power Trekking

Lanson Gate

"You want me...to find a horse?" I said in shock to the Lord of the Sea. Poseidon looked down at me from his position in the tub, and frowned.

"Yes, that's what I said isn't it?" he asked. "I mean, I believe I did say that."

Okay, let me back track for some people here. I had just left from my interview with Hermes and Aphrodite, and returned to my room on Olympus. I had ran the bath water, left to grab a towel, and returned to the bathroom in time to see the God of the Seas emerge from the bathtub smiling. Creepy.

"But...a horse," I repeated. "A wild horse. I mean, I don't suggest you have a lasso for me to break him in do you?"

"Sorry, I can only tell you what you are looking for. And this horse isn't any normal wild horse, to say the least." And then the God of the Seas chuckled and dissolved into the water. I gingerly reached a hand into the water and pulled the drain, letting the water out.

I shrugged. "Hmph, a horse shouldn't be too bad," I said, and went back to my bed and fell asleep, because there was no way I was going to take a bath now.

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"I swear," I mumured under my breathe as I walked down a red brick hallway of the maze, my clothes sodden with wine and smelling of fire smoke. "I'm never breathing fire at wine grapes again."

I had just walked out of the wine flooded remains of the room that had held the item of a guy named Victor Truimph, a fellow competitor on an errand for the Wine Dude. I helped him out with his task, mostly because I had gotten bored and didn't have any clue at finding the horse Posedion had wanted me to get.

"I could really go for some pizza now," I said to no one in particular as I trudged through the maze when I suddenly reached an abrupt end to the hallway. Literally. The hallway just ended into nothingness.

"Whoa," said a voice, and I whipped around to see a guy standing there looking over my shoulder. "This must be one of the pieces of the labrinyth that dissolved." He was older than me, but not by much, with brownish hair and a wry smile. He stretched out a hand. "I'm Nolan Swift."

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