I walk alone at night. It seems fitting. Have I always been alone? Is this all a dream? A lovely dream this is but do I have to wake. I bite my lip. I feel my neck. Have the strings tightened? Am I all just a pawn? I remember... that night. That song. A prince in a palace of gold and stars.

I hear coughing. I look up and I see Poseidon. He looks disoriented. I can see blood leaking out of his mouth. It was... startling to see my brother like this- weak and starting to break. He was always so strong. He was... I... I had looked up to him. Now, we're both in deep Hell.

"Puck, you talked to death didn't you?" He asks.

I nod.

"Heh... guess we better think back to reality." He says.

"What reality?" I ask.

"Hm... how we are all too mortal." He says.

My heart drops. For some reason, the word "mortal" sends shivers down my face. My skin was pealing off when I hear that word.

"Way to damper the mood bro." I say.

"It's a specialty now that we are both on our knees." He coughs.

I walk next to him. I lean in the same stair balcony. What happened to you, brother? I feel like the blues are playing in the background. I don't know what to say. Why is this so awkward?
Is this how all sibling interactions are like??

"I'm sorry." Poseidon grimaces through the pain.

"What?" I ask.

"You heard me right little brother." He says.

"I just wanted you to say it again." I smirk.

He glares at me.

"I'm sorry for everything for leaving you, for causing this mess." He says.

He forms a drink in his hands. He hands me one and forms another. I don't usually drink but now I needed one. I look back at him. You know... this whole thing is chaotic and wrapped up in dog ***.

"I'm sorry too for destroying the prophecy." I say.

"Heh... Let's drink it our mortality." He says.

"Cheers." I raise my glass.