Chapter Seven: We Go Scuba Diving

''' Chapter 7 '''

''' We Go Scuba Diving '''

We rode the hippocampi down the sea. Zach gave Joe and I scuba masks that would allow us to breath underwater. We descended into the depths of the ocean at a medium speed. Soon, I was able to see a faint glow from the murky deep. We got closer to the glow, and I realized that it was a city, the most beautiful city I’ve ever seen. Think of every skyscraper and famous monument on the Earth in one city, then imagine it all done in pearl and grander, that is how great Atlantis looked. We soon came up to the biggest building, which I guess was the palace, and entered the oxygen bubble. Joe and I removed our masks. We walked up to a merman with green scales.

“Hello, I am Triton, heir to the sea. Please tell me your name and parent.” He sounded bored, like he had been saying this for hundreds of years, and he probably had.

“Connor Anderson, Hades,” I said.

“Joseph Schuette, Zeus,” Joe said.

“Zachary Lehmann, Poseidon,” Zach said.

Triton smiled, “Very well, let’s go meet dad Zach.”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">Triton pushed open the doors into the throne room. We walked in. The room was empty, except for one throne made of pearl. Occupying the throne, was a middle aged man, with Caucasian skin, and sea green eyes. Poseidon the sea god. When Poseidon saw me, his eyes burned with hate.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“You Dare?!”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Dad please,” Zach said.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“YOU DARE COME TO MY REALM AFTER YOU STOLE MY TRIDENT HADES SON?”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Dad, he is trying to save your trident.”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">Our plan was to have Zach do all of the talking. Poseidon liked him best.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Fine, I will transport you three to Atlanta Georgia, then I will let you three be.” Poseidon said. “I believe the Trident is hidden somewhere in Tampa Bay, FL. There is a lot of magic there.”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Thank you father,” Zach said bowing awkwardly, and turning away.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Son,” Poseidon said, “Take this,” He held out his hand, on his palm materialized a white trident, “Made of Underwater Pearl, the greatest weapon making material underwater, it has limited powers of the sea like my MISSING one.”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">He threw it to Zach, who caught it.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Now be gone!” Poseidon said, and he waived his hand, the room shimmered in our eyes, and we rematerialized in Atlanta, our audience went well.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">Chapter Eight: I Kill An NFL Quarterback