Poseidon's Atlantis Adventure - The Human Hybrid Experiment

The siblings huddled into the granite cavern, their bodies trembling from a mixture of fear and cold. Hestia, the eldest at eighteen years, tried her best to comfort her younger siblings as they passed the one-eyed monsters and hundred-hander giants.
As they clung to each other, the air felt heavy with despair. The walls were slick with condensation that matched the cold sweat on their skin. The only light came from a thin crack in the stone ceiling above, casting a dim beam onto the dirt floor. They heard other tormented souls groaning and whispering in the chamber. The scent of mold and decay filled their nostrils, a constant reminder of their dire situation.
The faint sound of footsteps echoed through the cold and damp corridors of Tartarus. With every step, a glimmer of hope surged through the siblings. They saw a tall figure approaching in the dim light. The figure whispered, “Hush, be quiet. I am here to help.”

Poseidon’s began to adjust to the darkness. Torches mounted to gigantic stone walls burned. In the torchlight, the youth smiled, his eyes bright blue. “Don’t
be afraid,” he said reassuringly. “I am your brother, Zeus,” he continued,
his voice like music from an angel’s harp. “Here, drink this.” He passed the wineskin to Poseidon, who grabbed it and guzzled.
Distraught, Poseidon asked, “What happened to us?” Zeus sat down on the granite floor and whispered, “Our father, Cronus, the god of time, imagined his children, his brothers, your uncles, the cyclopes, and the Hecatoncheires would take his power, as he had done to his father, Uranus. So when each was
born, he stopped their hearts out of fear and cast everyone down to Tartarus. Our mother, Rhea, tricked our father by replacing me with a stone wrapped in swaddling when I was born. Being the youngest son, she hid me from our father. She took me to a cave at the foot of a holy mountain and cared for me there.”
Poseidon, his eyes red-rimmed and sunken, his face the color of chalk, shook his head in disbelief as he breathed in the dark plan. “Why were you saved?”
Zeus reached for the wineskin, black curls of hair falling forward across his forehead. He took a drink and let out an enormous sigh. “When I became a man, she needed me to rescue her children. Mother poured a magic potion into Cronus’s wine to break the enchanted sleeping spell. Mother sent me to release you from Father’s sorcery. Listen carefully, my siblings. Our father imprisoned us here because he fears our power. He believes that if we were to unite, we would overthrow him and assume control of the world.” Hera’s brow furrowed as she processed this revelation. “But why? Why does he fear us so? We are his children, not his enemies.”

“I’m aware Tartarus has been your home all your life,” Zeus said to Hera. Your bodies have grown and developed while in suspended animation. So have your abilities as gods. Each of you has a special talent. When we leave here, I will help you discover what your inherent gift is. “The hunger for power has always consumed Father,” Zeus explained, his voice tinged with bitterness. “He dethroned his own father, Uranus, to seize control of the cosmos. And now, he
fears the same fate awaits him. His own paranoia and ambition
blind him.” “Then we must escape,” Hestia declared, her resolve growing
stronger by the moment. “We cannot remain here and let our father’s twisted desires dictate our fates.”
Zeus nodded. “Agreed. But we must be cautious. Escaping from Tartarus is no easy feat. Cronus filled the labyrinthine corridors with dangers beyond your wildest imagination, and we must confront Campe, the fearsome guard who watches over this place.” His eyes narrowed as he gazed at his siblings, seeing
the flicker of fear in their expressions. “Are you prepared for the trials that lie ahead?”
Poseidon’s newfound determination led him to say leaving is better. “We will stand together, united against our father, and  reclaim our freedom.” “Then let us begin,” Zeus said, his words heavy with purpose.
“I have memorized the map of Tartarus. We need to make haste and leave this treacherous prison after we are free. Stay close, and trust in one another. Together, we can overcome anything Cronus throws in our path.”
Poseidon’s gaze flickered with uncertainty as he glanced at
his siblings; their faces were etched with the same unspoken fears and questions that weighed heavily on his own m