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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “balloon”.
Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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Apollo closed his eyes, concentrating his thoughts and power into the water. The ocean was not his area of specialty. The sky was. But there was water in the sky with evaporation, right?
He just hoped this worked.
He heard the splash of Freddy’s surfboard getting closer. He clenched his eyes closed, doubling down on his power. He was going to need a nap later.
He could sense another board swallowing up the space between his and Freddy’s. A foot brushed against his, much larger than the leprechaun's.
“You guys never tell me when you go surfing.”
Apollo’s eyes fluttered open to catch a child’s balloon being swallowed alive by the inky black growing before them. He glanced beside him to find his uncle floating on his own board beside him.
The god of the sea was actually pouting. Poseidon’s thick long hair cascaded down past his solid muscular body. His sun kissed skin proved how much time he spent beside the water.
How the board held the god’s massive frame was beyond Apollo.
“You’re too competitive, Big Kahuna,” Freddy replied.
“We have a bigger problem than your feelings. Uncle.” Apollo gestured to the tear spreading across the sky. “The mortals are oblivious to it. It’ll overtake them in a minute or two and they won’t be able to survive what’s on the other side.”
“They won’t miss this.” Poseidon’s brows knitted together as he concentrated on the shore. The only noise was the laughter and voices from the beach.
A mother with her feet in the water saw the fin a second before Apollo did. A dozen followed in its wake. “Shark!”
Those swimming raced out of the water screaming. Those on the beach gathered their belongings and ran to their cars. The deadly creatures circled the area until the area was vacated before they disappeared.
Poseidon tisked as he shook his head. “What a shame. It’s such a nice beach. But who knows how long that will stay there.” He motioned to the greasy blot tending the sky.
“Now what do we do?” Apollo questioned.
“We should report this to the rest of the Pantheon. It’s one thing to screw up our lives. Now whatever is happening is taking aim at the mortals. We need to stop it before someone gets killed. We’ll meet up at Hestia’s. Hopefully, we can catch my brother and his wife before they leave since Zeus so desperately wants to be a part of this now." There was no missing the sarcasm in Poseidon's voice.