"I'm in a myth?" Icarus managed to get out, eyes wide. This entire thing was overwhelming, but that realization was especially so. If he was in a myth, that meant time must have passed. He didn't know how long it took for a story to become a myth, but if he was just a myth now, then his dad would be...
He felt like he was going to be sick.
He couldn't bring himself to look at the tiny rectangle that Wren was holding out. He didn't know what she was trying to show them on there, but he was too horrified by the realization that he might not ever see his dad again to really care.
"I am Poseidon," Poseidon repeated, voice still an angry growl. He didn't look away from the rectangle. "I don't know how you have miniature statues of me in that tiny box, but they're wrong."
He took a step back. Icarus foolishly believed he was going to stop arguing with Wren. But then Poseidon took a deep breath and held his hand out, and the air felt hot with magic of a strength Icarus had never really seen before. The waves grew into a water wall behind him, and only behind him. A trident made of just water formed in his outstretched hand and stopped with its prongs right in front of Wren's face.
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