Why... just why,... am I stupid?!

Horses of the Sea

One foot in front of the other, Percy. 

Just keep moving.

I've been walking for what feels like forever, the sun sinking lower and lower in the sky until it's barely clinging to the horizon. The once-beautiful sunset is now just a dim, orange glow that barely lights my path. The beach seems to stretch on endlessly, and my legs feel like they're made of lead.

Maybe I should've taken a break. 

Or a nap. 

Or, you know, not gotten stranded on a deserted beach after being freed from underwater chains by a dragon. 

Hindsight and all that.

The exhaustion hits me like a tidal wave. My head feels foggy, and I start to sway as I walk, my feet dragging through the sand. Each step is an effort, and I'm pretty sure I'm going in a straight line, but who knows at this point?

What's the worst that could happen? 

I stumble into the ocean and get eaten by another prehistoric shark? 

Yeah, not in the mood for that.

As I keep trudging along, my eyes start to play tricks on me. The waves crashing against the shore seem louder, more intense, as if the ocean itself is trying to get my attention. The sound of the water rushing in and out is almost hypnotic, pulling at my mind, making me feel even more disoriented.

I must be losing it. 

Great. 

Just what I needed.

I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the exhaustion, but it doesn't help. The world around me starts to blur, the line between reality and whatever my brain is making up getting fuzzier by the second.

And then I see them.

At first, it's just a flicker of white in the corner of my vision, something moving through the waves. I blink, trying to clear my head, but when I look again, they're still there—shapes, sleek and white, rising from the ocean like living sculptures.

What the... horses? 

Seriously, now? 

Now....really.....I am..... Yeah... I am hallucinating horses?

I stop in my tracks, squinting at the figures. They're coming closer, their forms becoming clearer as they emerge from the water. White horses, their coats shimmering like moonlight, are walking out of the ocean, their hooves barely making a sound as they step onto the sand.

Nope. 

This is definitely a delusion. 

Hours of walking, exhaustion, dehydration... yeah, that's it. 

I'm seeing things.

I rub my eyes again, harder this time, but the horses don't disappear. In fact, they're getting closer. Their manes ripple like sea foam but completly white, and their eyes gleam with an otherworldly light. They're beautiful—too beautiful to be real. They're like something out of a dream, or a myth.

Okay, ...... 

You've officially lost it. 

Talking dragons, Megalodons, and now magical horses. 

What's next? 

A unicorn?

But as much as I want to believe they're just a figment of my overactive imagination, something about them feels real. The way they move, the way the sand shifts under their hooves, the way the water beads on their sleek coats—it's too detailed, too vivid to be just a hallucination.

Wait... could they actually be real?

The horses don't seem to notice me at first. They just keep walking up the beach, moving in unison, their heads held high as if they belong here. One of them finally turns its head towards me, and our eyes meet. There's an intelligence in those eyes, something ancient and knowing, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

Oh gods, they're real. 

They're actually real.

I'm too stunned to move, my exhaustion momentarily forgotten. The horse that's watching me lets out a soft whinny, and then the others begin to circle around, their hooves barely leaving imprints in the wet sand. They form a loose ring around me, their presence somehow calming and unnerving at the same time.

Well, this is new. 

Even for me.

I stand there, surrounded by these ethereal creatures, feeling like I've stepped into a legend. The horses seem to be waiting for something, their eyes locked onto mine, as if they're trying to tell me something important. 

But what? 

And why now?

Okay, .....?

You've faced worse than this. 

Just... don't freak out.

The lead horse takes a step closer, its breath warm and salty as it brushes against my hand. I feel a strange connection to these creatures, like they're part of something bigger—something I'm meant to understand but can't quite grasp.... then it hit me... my dad wasn't he the one who created white horses?

Me: Are you here to help me?

But the horses don't answer. They just stand there, waiting, their presence a silent reminder that tI still have no fucking idea what the hell is going on and why I was thrown into the sea!... CHAINED NO LESS!!!!!

So much for a simple walk on the beach. 

Guess the real adventure's just getting started.