I couldn't comprehend what was happening to me, and Poseidon, are we both walking wormholes. What happens if we die? Creating a wormhole? It is a myth a fantasy and mashed with science- it tends to sway the hearts of mortals.

I don't know what to do to be honest. I'm loosing my mind. I grip my head. All I can hear is Hades taunts and my monster of a mother screams. I bite my lip. Sometimes I wish I could rip my ears off.

"Puck, ready?" Nyx asks.

I jump and I turn to her. I realize she was beautiful more so than ever. And she was dressed very surprisingly, in a beautiful yellow dress. It suited her no doubt about it but I never thought Nyx would be the one to wear a dress. It was bright yellow more glamorous than the sun herself. She was radiant more so than I ever saw most woman. Her dress was covered in jewels and garments. I was memorized.

"Puck?" Nyx asks.

"You... you look like a princess." I choke out.

"And if I'm a princess what are you?" Nyx raises an eyebrow.

"I can be a court jester or a fool." I say.

"You're more than that Puck." Nyx smiles.

"What?" I ask.

"You should be a knight." Nyx walks over to me.

"Ugh, how dare you think of me as such a straight rule follow ping bastard." I say.

"Puck." Nyx shoves me gently.

"Remind we what we're doing." I say.

"The Goblin is celebrating Mabe's return. He's invited us to a feast." Nyx says.

"And will he be there?" I ask,

"He says he's trying to make amends." Nyx says.

"Hah, yeah right." I roll my eyes.

"This might not be any of my business but why are you so mad at him?" Nyx puts her hand on my shoulder.

"Why? Heh... he made me. He made a monster from another." I say angrily.

"Puck, listen to me-" Nyx pulls my head to her.

She presses her lips into mine.

"You're not a monster. You're Puck, my Puck." Nyx smiles.