I was hyperventilating so much I grabbed the side of my desk for support. I don’t think I blinked once whilst I was rearranging my thoughts into thoughts that were even English, rather than Gibberish. I must’ve fallen asleep because when I awoke it was night again. But everything was different. I looked around, concentrating on my surroundings. I wasn’t in my room.
I was in a small, window-less room, and it was dark. But that could mean anything. I looked around some more, but realised that there was nothing to look at; it was too dark. I decided to feel around the room a bit.
After a while I concluded that the room was bare, apart from me. I slumped on the ground and decided to close my eyes, hoping this was all a horrible nightmare.
Suddenly, I could hear something from outside. Raindrops? Just then, a great strength filled me, and I knew what to do. I closed my eyes, inhaled and pushed with all of my force at a wall. It fell to pieces, rubble and rocks on the floor. I looked up, and saw that it was actually daylight outside, and a man stood there, unmoving in the dreary rain.
He had a long white beard and long hair. He looked like some sort of Greek god. He wore a blue robe and had a Trident in his left hand, and the grey rain turned bright blue like an aura around him. I knew who he was as soon as I saw the Trident.
“P-P-Poseidon?” I stuttered. He smiled, and his bright blue eyes sparkled.
“Hello, Drake.” He greeted, walking gracefully towards me, his arms stretched out towards me. I took his hand and shook it.
“Huh? Wha? I don’t understand how you’re real” I stated, still in shock. His smile grew.
“I have something very important to tell you” he said.