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Poseidon sat at the edge of the cliff as he glanced down. His eyes bolted like vultures as he observed everything there was to observe. Mortal's were down below the very steep hill. Poseidon tried recalling the hill's name but the name had stayed forgotten deep in his elastic mind.
As he sat there. Just merely observing the mortals' behavior, A vortex of some kind had been slowly opening behind him. Completely unaware of the vortex behind him, Poseidon had stood from where he sat as he turned to look behind his spot. Immediately distinguishing the vortex that had spawned behind him, Poseidon immediately fled from where he had just been. But he had not been fast enough as he got sucked into the endless stomach of the vortex.
Poseidon came into the other end of the vortex. Opening his eyes to shed light to his ravishing sea-green eyes. Looking around him, He saw.. 28 figures.. Wait no.. 14! There were 14 figures.. Where was he.? Poseidon's vision blurred as he felt liquid draw from his forehead, The liquid's smell was clear as Poseidon identified it immediately. It was Ichor.. Not just any Ichor. But his own Ichor! Where was Poseidon? Where had he gotten? And was he gonna be alright? Those questions were what Poseidon needed answers to but before he could speak. The continuous darkness had already fully engulfed him in its embrace. The people surrounding him were all looking at him with concern for theirs and one anothers safety. They didn't know who the man that was in front of them was! Why would they trust someone they just met? They weren't like Anna or any Disney Princesses who just trusted someone at first sight!
They were gonna need answers. And they were gonna get it. As soon as the figure gets healed because he seems like he's gonna die.. So uh.. Heal mysterious hurt man first. Interrogation come second.