POSEIDON, SLEEPLESS, ROSE FROM HIS BED AND TOOK A WALK. WHILE walking, he discovered Cleito at the edge of the rocky outcropping. The sea crashed against the cliffs far below. The salty spray misted his face as he approached.
Poseidon was struck by Cleito’s regal beauty. Her long, blonde hair whipped in the sea breeze as she gazed pensively at the breathtaking panorama. Though young, Cleito exuded an aura of wisdom beyond her years.
“What brings you here?” Poseidon’s resonant voice echoed across the cliffs.
Cleito met the sea god’s intense, sea-green eyes. “Our people suffered without ancestral wisdom for too long.” She gestured to the sprawling metropolis in the valley below, its magnificent temples and towers glinting in the dying light.
“Here lie the secrets of the ages. Ancient technology to elevate us beyond our mortal constraints.” Her voice rang with conviction. “But the way forward remains obscured. Only with your divine intellect can we unravel the mysteries of this realm and usher in a new, enlightened era.”
Poseidon stroked his bearded chin, contemplating her words. This was an unexpected development. When he had first encountered Cleito, she had seemed but a simple island girl. Now her quest resonated with his own desire to regain his former standing among the gods.
Perhaps their goals intertwined. If he could help her achieve hers, she might aid him in his. This land held promise and peril in equal measure. But wisdom without challenge was stagnation.
“Very well, Cleito,” he declared. “We shall see what secrets this island holds.”
Poseidon followed Cleito along the rocky coastal path, the cries of exotic birds and the roar of the surf filling his ears. Despite the unfamiliar land, the sea creature found comfort in the salt air.
Cleito led him through a narrow ravine carved into the cliffs, the shadows deepening as the last light faded from the sky. Poseidon conjured an orb of pale fire to light their way, noting how Cleito startled at this casual display of power. The ravine opened into a sheltered valley, the massive bulk of a stepped pyramid looming before them in the magical light.
Cleito turned to him, her eyes alight. “Behold, here lies the wisdom of the Ancients, yet its doors remain sealed. But with you, my lord, we can unlock its secrets.”
Poseidon regarded the edifice, intrigued by the alien architecture and the intricate carvings adorning its facade. He felt a powerful resonance in this place, but wasn’t sure what it was. “How do you propose we unveil its mysteries?” he asked.
Before Cleito could respond, a stern voice cut through the darkness. “She does not know, Poseidon. That is why I summoned you here.”
Euenor emerged from the shadows. His long white hair and beard contrasted with his otherwise youthful features and piercing silver eyes. He wore a simple robe, yet carried himself with an air of authority that piqued the sea god’s interest.
Euenor greeted his guest. “Welcome to our realm, son of Cronus.” His gaze was penetrating. “I know why you have come. But the answers you seek live here, not in the world above.”
Poseidon’s eyes narrowed. “Euenor? I did not expect to see you until tomorrow morning. Your being here is a surprise.” Even as his curiosity deepened. How did this mortal discern his hidden motives? There was depth to him beyond what was visible.
Much more.
Poseidon bristled at the mortal’s presumptuous tone. “You claim to know my mind, Euenor? Speak, then. What answers do you believe I seek?”
Poseidon observed Euenor was unperturbed by the sea god’s show of temper. He clasped his hands behind his back and began pacing before the towering edifice. “You seek confirmation of your true lineage, do you not? You wish to understand the source of your godly abilities. And why did your father, Cronus, see fit to overthrow his own sire.”
The words struck Poseidon like a physical blow. How could this man divine his deepest doubts and insecurities? Unease stirred within him even as his pride rebelled. “My lineage is no concern of yours, mortal,” he snapped.
Euenor raised a placating hand. “Peace, Poseidon. I do not judge you. The Ancients hold the answer. If you would claim your rightful heritage, you must open your mind to new truths.”
Poseidon hesitated, pride warring with curiosity.
Sensing his conflict, Euenor pressed on. “We stand before the Font of Knowledge. Drink from the Font of Knowledge,” he said, “and it will clarify everything. But I warn you, the enlightenment it offers can be … unsettling. Will you brave the revelations within?”
Poseidon stared at the imposing edifice, his mind racing. His desire to comprehend the secrets of his divine heritage had been aroused by Euenor’s words.
Drawing himself up, he turned to Cleito and Euenor. “I accept your challenge. Lead on.”
The sea god would brave any turbulence to grasp the truth of his lineage. The Font’s secrets beckoned, and he would answer their call.
Cleito’s eyes shone with excitement as she gazed at Poseidon. “I knew you’d take on this task with ease. Come. We have prepared supplies for the journey ahead.”
She led Poseidon and Euenor to a cave, its mouth gaping open at the base of the mountain. Strange glyphs and carvings adorned the entrance. Poseidon studied them, but their meaning eluded him.
Cleito lifted a torch and gestured for the men to follow. “Stay close. The tunnels ahead are treacherous.”
Poseidon summoned his trident, its glowing prongs casting an ethereal light into the gloom. Together, the trio advanced into the mountain’s depths.
The tunnels twisted and turned, sloping ever downward. Poseidon focused on maintaining his footing on the uneven ground. More than once, Euenor threw out an arm to steady him as loose rocks shifted underfoot.
“Have care,” he cautioned. “These passages can confuse and mislead.”
Poseidon frowned. “Mislead whom?”
“Those who seek the Font’s wisdom without wisdom of their own,” Euenor replied.
They continued. The air grew heavy and damp, laden with the mineral scent of stone and water.
Cleito halted, holding up a hand. “Wait. Do you hear that?”
Poseidon strained his senses. A faint skittering sound of small feet scraping over stone came from up ahead. He tightened his grip on his trident.
“Ready yourselves,” Euenor warned. “We are not alone down here.”
Poseidon stepped forward, squinting into the darkness. His trident began to glow brighter, casting light down the tunnel. He perceived shadows shifting on the walls.
“What manner of creatures lurk here?” he asked.
“Cave spiders,” Cleito replied. “Their venom is deadly, but they fear the light.”
As she spoke, several spiders the size of horses scuttled into view. They cringed away from Poseidon’s glowing trident, beady eyes glinting with malice.
Poseidon swept his trident in an arc, driving the spiders back. They hissed and gnashed their fangs. One lunged forward, only to be speared through by the trident’s prongs. It let out a shrill death cry.
“We must pass through them to reach th
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