After my encounter with Poseidon, I had deliberately done what I could to get away from him—but upon doing so, I hadn’t paid much attention to what was happening around me, and now I found myself in a situation where I was willing to admit that I might be lost. And I considered that to be a rather bad thing…
I had been walking for quite some time, without much hope of finding Athena, or anyone else for the matter. I was thoroughly lost, but I was doing my very best not to panic. I knew that it would not help my case, but it felt like panicking was inevitable. After all, it would only be a matter of time before something happened that was much worse than merely me being lost. I was trying to keep my composure, to tell myself that all of this wasn’t nearly as bad as you would think it to b
