They waited for nightfall then set out for the river’s end source. The sea and beach were miles from the woods, but with a God’s power they arrived in mere minutes. Hali and Zale quickly kicked off their shoes and rushed into the sea. Poseidon, with a belly laugh followed after them. Poseidon stamped his trident into the sea and a daze of golden light spun out of it and lit the waters and the beach up as if the sun had suddenly returned.
The twins hit the cold water at the same time and the sea greeted them like old friends. Waves broke at their legs and the sand moved under their feet. They laughed loudly like excited children and began throwing sea water at one another.
Poseidon stood on the edge, the sea lapping at his big toes and saddles, watching them. He felt the pull of the ocean calling him to step in, but the matter at hand stopped him. He looked around the beach and saw it empty. It was too difficult for humans to get down to this spot due to the towering jagged cliff faces. It was also too remote for any houses, but that of farmers and sea rescue crews.
The twins’ laughter and game faded as they paddled back to their grandfather. Both seemed breathless and had faces full of joy, it was a long time since they had last stepped into the sea. Hali stopped before Poseidon, but Zale carried on walking to collect their shoes.
‘I have decided,’ Poseidon boomed, ‘to grate you the last of my power.’
Hali moved his hair out his eyes and stared in puzzlement at the God.
‘I have realised you are able to do far more than me, the pair of you,’ he added as Zale appeared at his side. ‘I think it should become your duty and I shall retire.’
‘But grandfather, you can’t do that!’ Hali broken in, ‘what will become of you?’
‘The same as any other almost forgotten about God, I’ll still be there, but lingering. But I shall be happier though as in you two my power will become stronger. I can see that now. Here,’ Poseidon stated and handed Hali the trident.
With steady fingers, Hali reached out to touch it. He heard Zale dropping their shoes and coming around and their fingers wrapped around the trident at the same time. Almighty power shot up their fingers, hands and arms. Pain burst into their heads and they both felt sick and dizzy. For a few moments something screamed at them to let go, what they had touched was not for them. Then it subsided as it found Poseidon’s blood inside of them and realised that it had been handed over to another generation.
‘Boys? Are you alright?’ Poseidon’s voice echoed alongside the sea in their ears.
Hali and Zale opened their eyes and looked up at their grandfather.
‘I think so,’ Zale said and let go of the trident.
Hali just nodded and kept his fingers still. He could feel the power flowing within him and knew he now had complete command over any body of water.
‘Then I’ll leave you to sort things out,’ Poseidon stated, ‘you know where to find me and good luck.’
‘But wait! What do we do now?’ Hali called out.
‘What you’ve always wanted to do of course. Fix the waters.’
Hali looked down at the small waves lapping around them. He could feel the sea urging him to come further in. It was an odd sense.
‘I must go. Goodbye my children,’ Poseidon said and he walked into the ocean, which readily welcomed him.
Hali turned to Zale and held the trident out. Zale touched it once more, but this time felt a warmth radiating off the God’s instrument. He also felt the power that Hali could feel and he knew deep down that they were now destined to carry out their dreams.
The End.
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