For His Mate

Poseidon

The afternoon carried on quietly as I stared out above the highest tower. No one could find me here, not even my most trusted friend, Silas, who was now tending to the needs of our guests.

My hand gripped the railing, and the fish flew by like birds of the sky had me gazing at their streaks of colors that blinded my peripheral. The bioluminescent colors of the garden dwindled, letting me know the surface was losing its light.

How many years has it been? Since I had surfaced and graced the sandy shores with my feet? Far too long and yet not long enough. My cold feet felt the coolness of the hardened stone tower, the small torch light radiating enough light so I could feel the burn on my back.

They shouldn’t be here. My guests would be far better hiding somewhere amongst Bergarian in the places of the supernaturals. I wasn’t here to entertain and protect. I couldn’t. It brought up too many sour memories, too many times I thought I had sought comfort in many gods for only them t