Poseidon And The Three Warriors

       Somewhere in the depth of the ocean. 

     "Hui hak hajan a"

    That was the gibberish one of the three guys heard. He wasn't sure if the two others rolling alongside him in the hollow meant to say something. 

   They had been like that since goodness knew when. They had been rolling and screaming down the hollow. 

    The torrent of the depth of the ocean was tuning and twas becoming suicidal. 

   The warrior who thought he had heard a thing tried to hold unto the person next to him, but he couldn't. He missed the catch. It seemed as though his hand came out at the other side in the fellow's body. 

    Then suddenly, the turmoil began to subside. The tumbling and rolloing hollow which seemed to had been crashing against huge rocks knew sanity. 

    There was peace and quiet. 

    But the hollow kept rolling, gently that time, like a log through the track. If that was the right word. 

     Twas freezing in the hollow. There were walls of rumbling waters. They were all drenched but that didn't really matter. 

     One of the warriors reached one his hand to the left wall of waters, to balance himself. The current coursing through the crashing waves electrifed him. Something close to electrocution. 

    He quickly held unto the neighboring warrior for support, but the current passed unto him. That warrior too tried to steady himself by holding to the last guy. You sure know the end of the tale. 

    The first guy let go of the walls of water as they all snapped back into consciousness. 

     "Never ever."

     The first guy on the roll turned and shot at the fellow who had caused them the inconvenience. 

      The water log of rolling hollow came to an abrupt stop. The guy behind looked to his back, there was stark gloom. But at the front, there was a slight opening. Then a broad one. 

     "Where are we?"

    The warrior in the middle quizzed. The one at the front said,

     "Doesn't matter. All that matters now is that, there's a way outta this hell."

     He began to crawl towards the opened end of the hollow. He seemed to love taking risks and chances. 

     "Second thought, Aojen."

    The guy behind Aojen urged. They were identical; Aojen and the warrior pleading with him. 

   They actually were twins and quite close to the family of the emperor. Their father had made the two of them join the army, acting according to what Aeschylus, the soothsayer had told him about the fate of the twins being tied together. 

      Aojen didn't look back. He hurried towards the opening. His brother had no choice, he followed. He was Aojen's dog. 

     The last warrior had no exception too. Not because he would take after the annoying brothers, but what was the point of being indifferent in such a state. 

     The last warrior crawled out of the hollow at last. They all watched the hollow melt into lips of hot water, and was gulped by the thirsty marbled floor they were standing on. 

      "That's quite a view."

    The last warrior said. His face flushing under the implication of what he had said. 

    They turned at once and looked at their front. 

    "What a wonder."

     Aojen muttered. 

    They were standing before a huge and exhaustively beautiful castle. A castle which seemed to had been made from pure gold. Right from its base to the tip of the pointed edges of the roof. 

     Many wonders was that, the castle was all by itself in such a vast expanse of space. The whole space was void except the castle.

    The floor of the space was marbled. A shining counterpart. They could see themselves through the floor. It glistered.

     "I say we go to that castle. It's very definite. We don't have to think it through. Whoever brought us here had done well to leave us a direct address."

   Aojen said. He didn't seem to have a cool, he was about to make a move. 

    "Second thought, Aojen."

   That was his brother again. Aojen shot back,

    "Man up, brother. We can only die once. Isn't that the cud we chew while marching to war?"

      "I ain't no camel that chew cud."

    His brother argued. The last warrior manned up and shot at Aojen, rather in a coolheaded manner,

     "Aren't you afraid?"

   Aojen stared at the guy for a while. He didn't know what to think. 

   He chuckled and began to walk towards the castle. He called,

    "What other choice do we have, warriors?"

   Aojen's brother looked at the last warrior. They both seemed to had been smothered again by Aojen's choice. He always had his way with both words and guts. 

    They tottered after him and watched him walk through the gate. 

     There was no security of any sort guiding the castle. 

     "The owner of this castle must be high on voodoo to be so confident."

    They heard Aojen say. They caught up with him at the door to the castle. 

     "What now?"

    Aojen's brother asked. Aojen turned at the two of them and muttered,

    "Open of course."

    Before the two could object, he had pushed the door open. Wonder that the door wasn't locked. 

   The door opened to an aisle, walled by tongues of sulphurous fire. 

    "Damnit."

   The last guy cursed as they all hurried through the aisle. Goodness! Twas hard to tell which was hotter: Hell or the passage. 

     They got to the end of the aisle panting, sweating profusely as though they'd jusr had eight hours straight sex. 

   They looked. 

    There was a gaunt passage which led to an illuminated room. They weren't sure yet, they hurried down the path. 

     As quickly as they walked, the farther the path seemed. Like they were being tricked, either by their senses or some hidden force. 

   Then at once, they began to see dark mist foaming through the walls of the path. 

    "What's that?"

     Aojen's brother was beginning to freak out,but Aojen was trying to assure the two of them in vain. 

    The path was becoming stuffy and dark. And at once there was gloom. 

    "I can't see."

   The last warrior called, trying to reach out his hand to touch either of the twins. 

    "Neither can I!"

    There was terror in Aojen's brother's voice. The remonstrations went on for quite a while. 

   Suddenly, out of nowhere, there came growls. Persistent and deep ones. Such growls made by aged and male panthers. 

    At once, the three saw sex golden eyes staring at them. Even though they couldn't see the body because of the thick darkness, they were sure that those were black panthers. 

    But screaming wouldn't do a think for either of the three. 

    Then there cave a wave that knocked them out. They were as helpless as they were at the shore. 

    Each panther picked each warrior in its mouth, gripping his shirt with the enormous teeth. 

    That was all that there was to it. The Panthers zoomed off. None of them had an idea to where. But they could still keep the scream on.

   Amidst the hue and cry, the last guy could still hurl a blame,

     "Aojen!"