Who: Triton What: Trying to do the right thing When: Sometime during the past week Where: All over the city Warnings: None.
There were many things to regret about losing his home and all that they had had, but this was the worst. Alone and with very little at his disposal, wandering in hopes of finding something.
Someone.
He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be in Hawaii, watching over his mother, and he knew, he knew, that his father hadn’t wanted him there just to be company. No, he had been left there indefinitely on purpose. With a purpose. Triton knew that, but still, he hadn’t been able to keep himself there for long. He’d been torn, certainly, between coming back to New York and staying behind to make sure his family was safe. It was all too possible he’d made the wrong choice, and that he would regret it, but at the same time, he was already in pieces about his father. He’d been taken, his blood spilled, and nothing was being done about it. Nothing.
He hadn’t liked hearing that his father was with Zeus, but he’d had no reason other than his own long-standing rage and hate. Zeus was his father’s brother and that, he supposed, was reason enough for them to get together. He hadn’t known about his grandparents and their return, or that anything was brewing. How had Poseidon come to being taken, being the one held for a reason Triton didn’t even know? Revenge, anger, something entirely different….Triton wondered as he walked, but the answer wasn’t important. It was only something to think about as he went, along with thoughts of his mother and Triteia left behind, Amaterasu with them, Athena here, and Zeus. His uncle, who, though he had no proof, Triton was blaming this on. He had been the one to start this ages ago, but that had brought about all that Triton loved, so that had to be forgiven. Everything after, however, Zeus should be accountable for, no matter how nothing seemed to stick to him, no matter what he got away with. It was these transgressions, the ones his uncle made with little consequence, that let Triton place blame so easily now.
Thinking of all this kept him warm, kept his anger burning hot as he tried to do what was probably impossible. He wanted nothing more than to find his father and take him back. It could have been easier with help, but he had none. He could not involve anyone close to Zeus, even if they had wanted to help. If something like this was going on, they could not afford to get involved. It was maddening, how many people Zeus had at his disposal that could lead him to Poseidon, to getting him back. Triton was doing the best he could with the resources he had, which were mostly mortal and of course, nothing he was depending on.
It was frustrating, knowing that he was here, close (he presumed) but of no use. Chances were he’d only be that much closer when - if - anything was done and his father was found.
He kept his phone close anyway, waiting for calls and placing his own occasionally to let those concerned know that he was safe. He regretted leaving, he regretted not pressing his father for information, he regretted waiting as long as he had to act. Most of all, he regretted the loss of what he once was, someone who would have found Poseidon, would have caused them some trouble even if he failed in the end, someone…..