Poseidon's Trident

by A P Mobley

  Written by A. P. Mobley

  Copyright © Sea of Ink Press 2019

  This edition published in 2019

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Cover by Gabrielle Ragusi

  Interior book design by Cloud Kitten Publishing

  Edited by Nikki Mentges at NAM Editorial

  For Tory

  You were by my side throughout the entire process of writing this book—encouraging me, offering new ideas, and reading the manuscript before anyone else. I’m so grateful for you and everything you do.

  For my parents

  Not only have you guys been endlessly supportive of me in pursuing my writing career, but you’ve also helped me in going back to college. You’re the best parents in the world.

  And for my readers

  Every follow, like, share, comment, and review you guys have given me has been pivotal in pushing me forward with this story, and with my writing in general. I consider myself blessed to have your support; I hope to continue to earn it.

  P.S.

  I wanted to add a special dedication to Zach (Giggles). I may not have used all the information you gave me about forges, but the conversation we had about them pushed me past one of the biggest blocks I had while writing those scenes!

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER ONE

  FATE

  Sixteen years before the Storm . . .

  January 5th, 2002

  Anteros shook as he flew toward the Olympian palace, forcing himself to flap his feathered, butterfly-shaped wings despite the fact they wore heavy on his back from all the travel. He’d used most of his strength flying to Earth and back, so much he wasn’t sure he’d ever recover. But he’d done it for the love of his immortal life; he’d done it for Calliope.

  Around him, stars of the galaxy twinkled, while colorful planets orbited a blazing sun. The sight was truly one to behold, and usually such a thing would entrance Anteros and leave him giddy. However, today was different.

  He gasped for air. Sweat seeped from his skin, the electrifying power which usually coursed through his body nearly frozen in his veins. He balled his fists, rage boiling in his gut. This is all Zeus’s doing, he thought. Zeus is the reason she’s gone.

  He approached the giant mass of floating rock which now held the pearlescent palace, the same giant mass of floating rock that had held it ever since the gods had been deemed no more than myth by humanity many years ago. For thousands of years they had resided on Earth, but ever since humanity had ceased to worship the gods, most of them were no longer powerful enough to reside permanently on the planet without using an unbelievable amount of strength. So, they took a place among the stars, watching mortals from afar.

  The gods, since then, had desperately hoped those on Earth would at least remember their names and all the grand things they’d done in their lives; it was the only way they wouldn’t fade away entirely.

  Anteros landed at the front of the palace, on the glistening steps leading toward the entryway doors. He wiped the sweat from his brow, then charged inside, ready to confront Zeus about the atrocious crime the King of the Gods had committed.

  Anteros’s bare feet pounded against the golden tiled floor. A brilliant view of the galaxy beyond was visible through the wide, arched windows, the halls lined with marble statues of deities. Music and chatter resounded from one of the main dining halls. They must be having a party, he thought, and raced toward the sounds.

  He reached the brightly lit dining hall, full of gods and goddesses talking, dancing, and feasting. Tall columns supported the chamber’s curved marble ceiling, which featured carvings of the Olympians and other powerful deities performing insurmountable tasks: Artemis as she placed Orion’s body among the stars, Dionysus as he fought Death to free his mother from the Underworld, Athena as she sent a storm to destroy a fleet of ships in the Trojan War, Zeus as he cast Typhon, the Father of Monsters, into Tartarus.

  Anteros glanced around the room, trying to spot Zeus, but the giant bearded god was nowhere to be seen. Anteros spun on his heel and darted toward Zeus’s bedchamber. I have to find him.

  After almost twenty minutes of running through the palace halls, Anteros reached Zeus’s bedchamber door. The barrier towered above Anteros, intricate designs of storm clouds, lightning bolts, and peacock feathers carved into the wood. Anteros didn’t bother to knock, and instead shoved the door open and stumbled into the room.

  The room was grand, almost as large as one of the palace’s dining halls, although it was meant for only two: Zeus and his wife, Hera. The columns, walls, and ceiling were white with golden swirls winding up from the floor, the canopied bed and the rest of the room’s furniture a deep royal blue.

  At the far end of the room, wide steps led into a glowing, bubbling pool of water. There, a woman with long brown hair bathed, stroking what looked like a miniature Earth, which floated just above the center of the pool.

  The woman turned toward Anteros and gave him a piercing glare. “What do you think you’re doing in here?”

  Anteros fell on one knee. “Hera, Queen of the Gods. I mean you no disrespect.” He cleared his throat. “I’m searching for Zeus. It’s urgent. I must speak with him immediately.”

  Hera rolled her eyes. “Zeus is in the garden, no doubt spending his night with some common whore.” Her lips curled into a sinister smile, and she turned her attention back to the miniature Earth. “Whoever she is will regret it tomorrow.”

  Anteros stood and gave Hera a bow, then dashed out of the bedchamber, leapt into the air, and flew toward the back of the palace—in the direction of the Garden of Olympus.

  Once Anteros entered the garden, which alone was half the palace’s size, he flew overhead, keeping his eyes peeled for Zeus and whatever mistress the god was surely involved with this time. Cypress trees lined the garden’s edge, while the rest of the space was a maze of bushes, statues, flowers, and fountains trickling into ponds.

  Within minutes he spotted a thicket of rustling bushes. Kissing sounds and girlish giggles wafted up from it. He swooped down toward the thicket, and just as his feet met the dewy grass, Zeus and a pretty Dryad emerged from the bushes. Their cheeks were flushed, their robes and hair a mess. When they saw Anteros, Zeus narrowed his eyes, and the nymph gasped.

  Zeus rested a hand on her shoulder. “Run along, my dear. I think Anteros and I have something to discuss privately.” She nodded and scurried away.

  Once the nymph was out of sight, Anteros squared his shoulders and looked up at Zeus. The King of the Gods was over a foot taller than Anteros, his power greater than any other god’s, but still Anteros did not cower. “I know the truth about Calliope,” Anteros said. “I know it in full.”


  They began to circle each other. “Do you, now?” Zeus sneered. “Because if you did, I think you’d be far too terrified to tell me so. Unless you’re even more of a fool than I thought.”

  Anteros let out a cold laugh. “I may be a fool, but at least I have a sense of justice. At least I am no coward.” He paused and softened his tone. “The Fates told me that if I faced you now, if I found you as soon as I reached home, you’d agree to reunite me with her. Please, bring her back. Do as I say, and I won’t tell anyone what you did to her. Not a single deity. We can leave all of this in the past.”

  Zeus chortled. “And if I don’t agree to your deal?”

  “Then I will tell everyone.” Anteros flew up, up, up, reaching for the bow and quiver of arrows slung over his back. “And they’ll know what kind of king you really are.”

  “Fine,” Zeus replied, jumping into the air. “You shall have your wish. I will reunite you with your beloved Calliope.”

  Zeus seized Anteros by the throat with one hand and clutched both his wrists with the other. Anteros cried out, trying to wriggle free, but Zeus tightened his grip.

  Sparks of electricity crackled from Zeus’s palms. The energy lengthened and twisted, forming a hissing, arcing rope of lightning which bound itself around Anteros’s neck and arms, scorching his skin. Smoke curled off his body, his wings folding in on themselves.

  Zeus pulled his hands away and glided across the garden, dragging Anteros along by the lightning-rope. “Visiting the Fates and telling me about it was an unwise decision. But you will not have to regret the decision for long.”

  Anteros opened his mouth to speak, but what came out was barely more than a whisper, his throat raw. “I would do it a million times over if it meant seeing Calliope again.” Zeus chuckled at the reply.

  Within minutes they reached the end of the garden farthest from the palace, at the edge of the jagged rock which the gods resided on. Zeus pushed past the last of the trees. Earth, far below them, became visible.

  “For the last several thousand years,” Zeus began, “I believed the only way a god could die was if no one believed in him and he slowly faded away. But now I know that to be false.” He grabbed a fistful of Anteros’s hair and dangled him over the edge. “Tell Calliope I say hello.”

  Anteros tried to scream, but he felt as if flames were crawling up his esophagus, and the sound caught in his throat. He tried to flap his wings, tried to break free of the lightning-rope, but he couldn’t move.

  Zeus reared his arm back and hurled Anteros off the edge of the rock. Anteros shot toward Earth, and the endless galaxy around him morphed into a blur of black-and-white lines.

  Only a few seconds passed, and then Anteros slammed through what felt like a stone wall, his bones cracking. Once he’d made it through the first, he shot through a second, then a third, then a fourth, electrifying agony racking his body.

  He rammed through a fifth wall, and finally the pain grew unbearable. The sensation was that of dozens of scorpions stinging his skin and, at the same time, of a parasite devouring his insides. It felt as if the molecules making him him were being torn apart.

  Anteros collided with a sixth wall, but this time he couldn’t break through to the other side. For a moment he wished he were dead, that he could die.

  And then he did.

  *~*~*~

  Now . . .

  Summer, Year 500 AS

  The lair of the Fates—the deities who controlled every living being’s thread of life—was exactly as Zoey remembered it. It was deep inside a cave farther east from where they’d come, with millions of blue strings woven through the vine-and-flower walls and over the grassy floor. In the center of the cavern, candles were scattered around a wooden spinning wheel.

  Once the group landed on the floor of the cavern, Zoey and Diana jumped off the back of the pegasus they rode most frequently, Aladdin, while Andy and Darko climbed off Ajax, and Kali hopped off Luna. Zoey glanced around the lair. The three goddesses were nowhere in sight.

  Diana tucked her shoulder-length blonde hair behind her ears. “Hello? Please, show yourselves. We need your help again.”

  Kali sauntered to Diana’s side. “Took us long enough to find this place, and now they aren’t even home? I hope we didn’t come here for nothing.” Sarcasm laced her tone, a smirk on her lips.

  Diana shot Kali a glare. “First of all, three days is not a very long time. And second, the last two times I’ve visited the Fates, it took them a little bit before they appeared. Be patient.”

  Kali crossed her arms. “No need to get defensive, Princess.”

  Diana jabbed a finger at Kali and opened her mouth to come back with what Zoey assumed was a snarky reply, but before she could say a word, Zoey rolled her eyes and stepped between them, throwing her hands in the air.

  Well, at least, she threw one hand in the air. During their quest to Hades less than a week ago, her right hand had been cut off and sucked into the pit of Tartarus in a nasty fight against the Queen of the Underworld, Persephone. Diana had healed Zoey’s injury as best she could, but Zoey was left with a fleshy stump stopping at her wrist.

  Zoey had practically forgotten she was even missing a hand, and she could still feel it there. She could rotate it at the wrist and wiggle its fingers in her mind’s eye. But then she’d look down, and with a pang of grief she’d realize it was gone.

  It frustrated her and took a lot of effort to get used to; everything was backward now, and she felt ridiculously uncoordinated. Her right hand had been her dominant hand, and anytime she went to grab anything, she still reached with it. But when she went to clasp her fingers around an object, she only grabbed air, and then she’d remember to use her left hand instead.

  Zoey lowered her arms, glancing between Diana and Kali. “Would you two cut it out already, or at least save it for later? I’m sure the Fates don’t care to hear your bickering.”

  Familiar cackles echoed through the air, and smoke curled up from the grass. “On the contrary,” began the disembodied voice of an elderly woman. “The petty squabbles of mortals are most entertaining.” The smoke grew until it formed three bony old ladies clothed in long robes, with pupil-less eyes glowing blue. Zoey recognized the old ladies right away. They were the Fates: Lachesis, Clotho, and Atropos.

  Lachesis stepped forward. “Welcome. We knew you’d be visiting us again soon.”

  “What is it that brings you back?” Atropos asked, grinning.

  Andy adjusted his glasses. “We figured you already knew. You know, since you ‘see everything’ and all.”

  “Oh, we do,” Clotho said. “Atropos likes to tease.”

  Lachesis cleared her throat. “Daughter of Apollo, I will get right to answering your question. I am sorry, but we cannot offer an alternative way into Poseidon’s palace for you. You’re going to have to use the route you know.”

  Diana knows a way into Poseidon’s palace already? Zoey thought, confused. Diana had said she didn’t know how to get there, and that was why they were visiting the Fates now. They needed the Fates’ help to reach Poseidon. Stealing his Trident was the next step in their quest.

  “Diana, I thought you had no idea how to get there,” Andy said. “What do they mean, the route you know?”

  Diana ignored his inquiry, staring hard at the Fates. “No, there has to be another way to get in. Going through the Labyrinth—I mean, even if we found our way to the center, we’d still have to kill the Minotaur, and even if we managed to slay him, we still couldn’t use the palace’s portal.”

  “Wait, what?” Zoey asked. “There’s a portal into Poseidon’s palace?”

  “You mentioned the Labyrinth,” Andy added. “And the Minotaur. I think I read something about that on the internet once. Isn’t the Minotaur a monster with the head of a bull and the body of a man? The one who lived in a labyrinth-maze-thing and ate a bunch of kids every o
nce in a while, like a sort of sacrificial ritual?”

  Diana nodded. “Yes. In the old days, the ruler of Crete—his name was King Minos—well, his only son had been killed in Athens during the Athenian Games because the Athenians were jealous of the prince’s skill. King Minos was ready to go to war with Athens because of this, and to appease the king, the Athenians agreed to send seven boys and seven girls to the Labyrinth once a year, as food for the Minotaur, and as justice for the prince’s death.”

  “Uh, okay, more important than the history surrounding this monster,” Zoey interrupted. “You mentioned a portal in the Labyrinth. The palace’s portal. I’m assuming you meant Poseidon’s palace. Why don’t we just use that?”

  “Because going there is out of the question,” Diana answered. “It’s in the center of the most complicated labyrinth ever constructed—well, at least, it’s in the center of a replica of the most complicated labyrinth ever constructed. The portal is also guarded by the Minotaur, which happens to be one of the most feared monsters from the old days. He’s said to live in the center of the Labyrinth now, right alongside the portal. Plus, even if we made it through the Labyrinth and killed the Minotaur, it would be for nothing. No one except Poseidon himself can use the portal. If another god tries to use it, they’re ejected from it, and if a demigod or regular mortal tries to use it, they’re killed.”

  “What’s the point of this portal, anyway?” Andy asked.

  “Poseidon uses it any time he needs to make a trip to the mainland as ordered by Zeus,” Diana replied. “The Labyrinth is located just beneath his city, so it makes for easy travel. He could use his god-powers to manifest into his city, but without a mortal making a sacrifice to him for the specific purpose of traveling that many thousands of miles, it would more than likely tire him out. It takes a lot of power. Sure, he’d regenerate and be fine, but gods are lazy. They don’t like to use much energy if they don’t have to. So, as an alternative to making the trip every time Zeus needs Poseidon to do something, Zeus permitted him to construct the portal. Since Poseidon had a part in creating the Minotaur, he decided to rebuild the Labyrinth, and to put the monster back inside it to guard a portal that demigods and men can’t even use.”