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home.â
Right. Once Iâm out of Poseidonâs protection, beyond the range of the magic that defends his palace, I can autoport back to Serfopoula.
âThank you,â I say. âThis means a lotââ
She turns and swims away before I can say to Griffin. How rude. She didnât even tell me her name.
But I canât complain. She got me here, to Poseidonâs palace. Thatâs all we asked.
Now, I just have to figure out how to get past security, get inside, and get a silver seashell without getting caught.
6
P oseidonâs palace is way more intimidating than Mount Olympus. Probably because Iâve never lived here, never even seen it before. Also because itâs underwater, in an impossible-to-find cave, and surrounded by massive statues of sea monsters and trident-wielding mermen.
I swear, all the extra security is wasted. Most people would take one look and turn tail for home.
As I swim toward the palace, itâs not hard to locate the main entrance: a pair of silver doors that must be at least fifty feet tall and almost as wide. If Mount Olympus is a testament to marble and gold, Poseidonâs palace makes its statement in gray stone and silver. The palace looks like a mash-up of medieval castle and Victorian house, with towers and turrets and odd little statues and balconies everywhere.
Now that Iâm here, I have no idea what Iâm going to do. According to the nymph I only have twenty-four hours before this becomes an instant drowning situation. I have to act fast. The trouble is Iâm going in blind. We couldnât find any blueprints of this palace lying around the libraryâat least not anywhere I could access, since Troyâs secret girlfriend (gag) was nowhere to be found. I wonât be finding any secret entrances down here.
Even if I get inside, I donât have the first clue where to find the silver seashell. In a place this huge, it could take months to see every room, let alone search them all.
It would take me half an hour to swim around the perimeter. I donât have that kind of time.
I look up at the massive silver doors. This is insane. The whole quest is insane. Time travel? I have to be completely nuts to even think I can make this happen.
But for me, courageâand crazyâhave never been in short supply. I know why Iâm doing this, and nothing is going to stop me.
I just have to put myself on the line a little.
âThink, Nicole,â I mutter.
How do I get inside? I canât break in. One push on a silver door reveals that it must weigh twenty tons. Even if it wasnât pressured on both sides by a sea full of water, it would be impossible to force open. Iâm not moving that.
Maybe I can sneak in.
Swimming away from the entrance, I head toward the nearest balcony. If Iâm luckyâ ha! âthe door will be unlocked and I can be inside in seconds.
I donât even make it to the balcony before smacking face-first into some invisible force. I press my palms against some kind of magical protection. I swim a few feet in either direction, but the field surrounds the entire palace. A supernatural security shield. Probably put in place to keep out thieves like me.
Great, no sneaking in for me.
If I canât break in and I canât sneak in . . . that leaves only one option.
Kicking my way back down to the doors, I suck in a breath of water, tighten up my courage, and raise my hand to grab one of the bull-shaped silver door knockersâwhy the god of the sea would choose a land mammal as one of his sacred symbols is beyond me. I only hesitate half a second before banging the knocker against the door. All in.
âNo going back now.â
I wait, listening for any sounds from the other side of the doors. Not that I could hear an explosion through them. The water would muffle everything anyway.
I start counting in my head. When I get to fifty, I start thinking maybe no one is home.
Right. Once Iâm out of Poseidonâs protection, beyond the range of the magic that defends his palace, I can autoport back to Serfopoula.
âThank you,â I say. âThis means a lotââ
She turns and swims away before I can say to Griffin. How rude. She didnât even tell me her name.
But I canât complain. She got me here, to Poseidonâs palace. Thatâs all we asked.
Now, I just have to figure out how to get past security, get inside, and get a silver seashell without getting caught.
6
P oseidonâs palace is way more intimidating than Mount Olympus. Probably because Iâve never lived here, never even seen it before. Also because itâs underwater, in an impossible-to-find cave, and surrounded by massive statues of sea monsters and trident-wielding mermen.
I swear, all the extra security is wasted. Most people would take one look and turn tail for home.
As I swim toward the palace, itâs not hard to locate the main entrance: a pair of silver doors that must be at least fifty feet tall and almost as wide. If Mount Olympus is a testament to marble and gold, Poseidonâs palace makes its statement in gray stone and silver. The palace looks like a mash-up of medieval castle and Victorian house, with towers and turrets and odd little statues and balconies everywhere.
Now that Iâm here, I have no idea what Iâm going to do. According to the nymph I only have twenty-four hours before this becomes an instant drowning situation. I have to act fast. The trouble is Iâm going in blind. We couldnât find any blueprints of this palace lying around the libraryâat least not anywhere I could access, since Troyâs secret girlfriend (gag) was nowhere to be found. I wonât be finding any secret entrances down here.
Even if I get inside, I donât have the first clue where to find the silver seashell. In a place this huge, it could take months to see every room, let alone search them all.
It would take me half an hour to swim around the perimeter. I donât have that kind of time.
I look up at the massive silver doors. This is insane. The whole quest is insane. Time travel? I have to be completely nuts to even think I can make this happen.
But for me, courageâand crazyâhave never been in short supply. I know why Iâm doing this, and nothing is going to stop me.
I just have to put myself on the line a little.
âThink, Nicole,â I mutter.
How do I get inside? I canât break in. One push on a silver door reveals that it must weigh twenty tons. Even if it wasnât pressured on both sides by a sea full of water, it would be impossible to force open. Iâm not moving that.
Maybe I can sneak in.
Swimming away from the entrance, I head toward the nearest balcony. If Iâm luckyâ ha! âthe door will be unlocked and I can be inside in seconds.
I donât even make it to the balcony before smacking face-first into some invisible force. I press my palms against some kind of magical protection. I swim a few feet in either direction, but the field surrounds the entire palace. A supernatural security shield. Probably put in place to keep out thieves like me.
Great, no sneaking in for me.
If I canât break in and I canât sneak in . . . that leaves only one option.
Kicking my way back down to the doors, I suck in a breath of water, tighten up my courage, and raise my hand to grab one of the bull-shaped silver door knockersâwhy the god of the sea would choose a land mammal as one of his sacred symbols is beyond me. I only hesitate half a second before banging the knocker against the door. All in.
âNo going back now.â
I wait, listening for any sounds from the other side of the doors. Not that I could hear an explosion through them. The water would muffle everything anyway.
I start counting in my head. When I get to fifty, I start thinking maybe no one is home.
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