Chapter 5 : Powerless

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As the Nereids danced to the gods,

Poseidon chose Amphitrite from among her sisters.

She refused his offer of marriage and fled to Atlas.

She was then retrieved by a dolphin sent by Poseidon,

And became his wife.

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After entering the Petersons' home, we conversed for a while before trodding off to our bedrooms to sleep

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After entering the Petersons' home, we conversed for a while before trodding off to our bedrooms to sleep. Well...except Hunter and Dimitri.

Feeling completely exhausted, I bulldozed my way to the guest room. And in seconds, I changed to my flimsy nightdress before face-planting on the blue comforter. I didn't realize I had dozed off until my sleepy eyelids pulled open.

My gaze met a bright full moon. I shifted on the damp grass, my nightdress grew moist from the dew. I sat up and glanced around. A sparse forest stretched far and wide; a place miles away from the Petersons' home. I groaned, dreading another encounter with Braid-guy. By now I should get used to it but no matter how many times we meet, I do not want to be reminded of the Pandora spirit threatening to take over my body.

I pulled to my feet, half expecting my tormentor to emerge. Instead, I found something strangely odd. Kneeling few paces away was a young guy with a bowed head. I took in the blue worn-out hoodie and black hair.

Realization dawned.

I sprinted towards Pedro and collapsed against the shriveled grass. My hands touched his cold cheeks, lifting his head. "Pedro? Pedro? It's me, Penny."

I sucked in a breath the moment I noticed the dark bruises on his face and neck. A chip of dried blood stained the corner of his lips. I gritted my teeth, feeling my anger spike at the thought of him getting hurt. Someone had done this. But why wasn't he using his healing abilities? It was one of the perks of housing Greek gods. I jostled his head, calling him one more time. Worry and anxiety kept building with every passing second.

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