The Truth Behind The Myths

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He swam for a long time.

The fish kept going deeper.

The water got dark.

Everything was quiet.

Then there was a light up ahead.

A bright light.

He wondered if he was dying.

No.

His lungs didn't ache.

His brain wasn't fuzzy.

He was fine.

So what was the light?

A palace.

The fish led him to the front gates.

The guards were men with tails.

they seemed surprised to see him.

And then they let him in.

"My Lord, my Lord!"

The fish knew him.

How?

His father.

Of course.

This was his father's palace.

"Percy?"

He turned.

A man with greyish black hair stood behind him.

A man who looked like him.

Was it his father?

"Percy, you're alive?"

"Who're you?"

The words slipped out before he could stop them.

The man looked hurt.

Before he could fix it, the man began to glow.

He covered his eyes on instinct.

When he opened them again, the man was gone.

"My Lord, this way!" The fish said after a moment.

He followed the fish.

It was a strange day.

The fish led him to a huge room with a throne at the end of it.

"Wait here, My Lord!" The fish exclaimed.

"Okay..."

He only waited a few minutes.

A spot to his left began to glow.

He covered his eyes.

"You can look now, Percy."

He did.

Two men and two women stood in front of him.

The man from before.

Poseidon.

He knew him now.

The other man was blond and tanned.

Who was he?

Apollo.

How did he know that?

His memories provided a picture of a brightly shining school bus.

The first woman was scary.

She had black hair and grey eyes.

Grey eyes.