Poseidon's Metamorphosis: A Narrative Fiction

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“At noon, four days after I escaped Charybdis’ wrath the second time, I came across a vast area with thick grey fog, fog so thick that as I moved into it, it was as if I had been blindfolded by the immortal gods themselves. I had never seen fog such thick in my life before. I anticipated that the mighty Zeus cloudgatherer had thrown another challenge at me. I should have turned back when I suddenly saw two eagles fighting above me in such thick fog, but my inner instinct told me to keep going. ‘I have escaped the wrath of Charybdis, the six-headed Scylla, the Siren’s song, and the Cyclops who is Poseidon’s son himself,’ I said to myself, ‘How herculean could this challenge be?’ ‘I accept whatever madness you have planned to throw at me,’ I …show more content…

I off my raft and to my surprise, it was as if the water was a sponge. I was very awed and started traversing my way to the middle palace, eating the exotic fruits on my way there. The fruits tasted like a mixture of all the fruits I have ever had before but it still tasted amazing. I saw all kinds of trees, even trees that I didn’t recognize, miniscule, large, and different shapes. I saw all kinds of creatures, flying, underground, walking, running, magical, massive, minute, everything! It felt like I was in Elysium. Eventually, after traveling for what seemed like hours, I reached the grand entrance of this massive palace. It was guarded by two of the creatures that I had come across before, they were taller and bigger than me and had armor on like a mortal. They welcomed me in and I made my way to the court of the palace where I was greeted by the Queen of this magnificent island. ‘Hello, dear brother,’ said she, ‘did you miss me?’ ‘Miss you? Brother? I don’t understand what you’re trying to say, your highness,’ said I, ‘may I know your name, for that may help me recognize you?’ ‘My name won’t remind you of anything Odysseus king of Ithaca, but I must tell you anyways. I am Medusseus of Medulla, queen of this island, and you, Odysseus, are my