Posidon’s Inn
It was a warm afternoon, from a time nobody alive today can remember when a youngster with dirty sailor cloths and a little girl with a pretty dress came in a dirty old Inn at the suburbs of Athens, Greece
After a few tankards of wine he was sobbing with his head down the table, the little girl was patting his shoulder to cheer him up but it was no good, after a few minutes he finally raised his head from the table hitting the table with his closed fist he screamed “Athena! May the sea turn into land and land turn into sea again, I curse ya land and ya sons as i curse thee The Most Hypocrite, you who couldn’t hold your own Vows, you had to take it away from me, me love…me heart…for thou couldn’t even kill her The Most Envious, you had to create a beast, now i can’t even look at her Eyes…” he started crying again hitting the table again, and again…and again…
The little girl eyes were big, she was in the verge of crying while pushing the young man’s sleeves “You shouldn’t have to see it, ya old man crying like a little lass…” he fought to fend the tears away while stroking the little girls hair “She’ll never know who you truly are, i swear to the Waves, to the Winds and to the Seas that no warm will be done to thee”
the girl kindly smiled and a happy bark could be heard even though her mouth didn’t move “you better leave, scum of the sea..” in front of them was one of the inn’s guard hand resting upon his sword sheath “your drunkenly ramblings have gone long enough, the people here are getting restless already…” the young man looked around, everybody was staring at him their eyes reinforced what the guard said to them he was just some filthy thing which came from the sea
“Ye squish thing dare to stand before me?!” the guards laugh hit him stronger than steel “I AM THE MIGHT OF THE SEA!” his eyes turned deep blue while a thin mist involved the saloon but what really freak him out was the angry growling which came from the little girl skirt “T-T-The Terror of The Sea…” what happened after this was a carnage that has no place in humans eyes nor ears
Since then only a those with mystic blood running in their veins can see the inn, from those only the brave venture within it, just to find a young man with sailor clothes and his daughter tending an old inn, the smell of wine, ale, rum and spices flowing in the saloon, along with the song of cheerful laughter and dancing songs. The inn acts like a safe heaven for everyone with mystical powers , placed at the edge of time, it’s common for people from all Ages to come in, it’s not unusual at all to see a fearful boy from the 90’s talking with a seasoned Minotaur Commander or a Crusader trying to sweet talk a Dryad, anything from anytime can appear at the Posidon’s Inn
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