back and forth in his kitchen, his body coiled and ready for battle.
He halfheartedly realized he’d rather face a squadron of Hades’ legionnaires than do what he had to do. He was a creature of action and being forced to not draw attention to himself as a human forced him to be cautious, when his every instinct was to simply charge ahead and take what was rightfully his.
Besides getting the shells out of human hands, he now was faced with the task of securing the dolphin as discreetly as possible out of Caskett’s homemade aquarium and back into the water. Pronto.
Realizing he hadn’t changed his travel plans, he punched in an email address he knew by heart and typed in new instructions. Pressing the send button, he realized his people could all be in jeopardy.
A quick glance around the sparse furnishings in his house caused him to realize that he should feel grateful that he’d been able to stay on the periphery for so long, without getting noticed or into too much trouble. But he wasn’t.
Worse over the years he’d come to actually like being among most humans. It was a thought he kept to himself.
While it had been hard at first to live in a fishing community, he’d grown to grudgingly admire the arduous work that went with life in a small village that made its living by the grace of Mother Nature and Poseidon. It wasn’t an easy life. It wasn’t fast money.
He’d come to realize humans who fished did it out of a love for the sea. Maybe some of those humans still had the ancient blood flowing through their veins and just didn’t know it. He almost laughed at his fanciful thoughts.
Now Seth knew it would be a hard thing to give up. Family ties must be kept and he was duty bound to uphold his end of the bargain. A bargain he had yet to tell his brother about. Without a doubt, Seth was under no illusions. Darius would hate him forever once he learned the truth that he, Seth, was being called back to the sea with open arms.
Only a week ago a water waif had appeared on his beach bearing his summons back to the sea. His time as sea guardian for his kingdom was up. He was now simply waiting for the second binding missive from his father, forcing him back into the sea.
Deep down, Seth wanted to see if his father had the nerve. He knew his time on land was now counted in days, maybe weeks if he was lucky. Soon he’d be forced once again into the sea, forever.
Packing his backpack, he put back his passport and grabbed his tranquilizer gun instead. If he had to stun the dolphin to save it, and his kind, he needed to be prepared.
“What if I have to kill it?” he asked out loud, running his hands through his hair. Saying the words startled him. Deep down, he knew killing the creature would be better than Caskett making the find of the century, but it didn’t make his task any easier.
Walking out the door of his two-story, salt-stained house, he ignored the calling of the seals that claimed his beach as their home. Instead, he marched purposefully toward his Jeep, threw the backpack on the seat next to him and turned on his cell phone, in case Darius called back.
Putting the key in the ignition, he slammed the Jeep into first gear. Seth didn’t care what the locals thought, as the cool wind whipped into his face, and the sounds of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons left echoes in his wake. Only with the wind driving into him did he realize that in his crazed state of mind he had forgotten to put a shirt on. Looking down, he was thankful he had at least put on jeans.
The formality of clothing was one of the hardest human habits he had to adjust to. Realizing it would soon be coming to an end made him grimace. He’d take blue jeans any day over the alternative. With his powers of projection he willed a shirt to form over his bare chest, while forcing his ragged scar that went across his face to disappear. No sense drawing more attention to myself.
Slamming the Jeep into fourth and fifth gear, he sped like a
He halfheartedly realized he’d rather face a squadron of Hades’ legionnaires than do what he had to do. He was a creature of action and being forced to not draw attention to himself as a human forced him to be cautious, when his every instinct was to simply charge ahead and take what was rightfully his.
Besides getting the shells out of human hands, he now was faced with the task of securing the dolphin as discreetly as possible out of Caskett’s homemade aquarium and back into the water. Pronto.
Realizing he hadn’t changed his travel plans, he punched in an email address he knew by heart and typed in new instructions. Pressing the send button, he realized his people could all be in jeopardy.
A quick glance around the sparse furnishings in his house caused him to realize that he should feel grateful that he’d been able to stay on the periphery for so long, without getting noticed or into too much trouble. But he wasn’t.
Worse over the years he’d come to actually like being among most humans. It was a thought he kept to himself.
While it had been hard at first to live in a fishing community, he’d grown to grudgingly admire the arduous work that went with life in a small village that made its living by the grace of Mother Nature and Poseidon. It wasn’t an easy life. It wasn’t fast money.
He’d come to realize humans who fished did it out of a love for the sea. Maybe some of those humans still had the ancient blood flowing through their veins and just didn’t know it. He almost laughed at his fanciful thoughts.
Now Seth knew it would be a hard thing to give up. Family ties must be kept and he was duty bound to uphold his end of the bargain. A bargain he had yet to tell his brother about. Without a doubt, Seth was under no illusions. Darius would hate him forever once he learned the truth that he, Seth, was being called back to the sea with open arms.
Only a week ago a water waif had appeared on his beach bearing his summons back to the sea. His time as sea guardian for his kingdom was up. He was now simply waiting for the second binding missive from his father, forcing him back into the sea.
Deep down, Seth wanted to see if his father had the nerve. He knew his time on land was now counted in days, maybe weeks if he was lucky. Soon he’d be forced once again into the sea, forever.
Packing his backpack, he put back his passport and grabbed his tranquilizer gun instead. If he had to stun the dolphin to save it, and his kind, he needed to be prepared.
“What if I have to kill it?” he asked out loud, running his hands through his hair. Saying the words startled him. Deep down, he knew killing the creature would be better than Caskett making the find of the century, but it didn’t make his task any easier.
Walking out the door of his two-story, salt-stained house, he ignored the calling of the seals that claimed his beach as their home. Instead, he marched purposefully toward his Jeep, threw the backpack on the seat next to him and turned on his cell phone, in case Darius called back.
Putting the key in the ignition, he slammed the Jeep into first gear. Seth didn’t care what the locals thought, as the cool wind whipped into his face, and the sounds of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons left echoes in his wake. Only with the wind driving into him did he realize that in his crazed state of mind he had forgotten to put a shirt on. Looking down, he was thankful he had at least put on jeans.
The formality of clothing was one of the hardest human habits he had to adjust to. Realizing it would soon be coming to an end made him grimace. He’d take blue jeans any day over the alternative. With his powers of projection he willed a shirt to form over his bare chest, while forcing his ragged scar that went across his face to disappear. No sense drawing more attention to myself.
Slamming the Jeep into fourth and fifth gear, he sped like a
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