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*nods slowly* Lily. Strange name for a child of Poseidon. *the horse's mane ripples like ocean waves* I am Kymopoleia. The goddess who walks these waters.

*The whispering sends a chill down my spine, but I stand my ground.* The dead don't scare me. I've been dead inside for a while now. *Meanwhile my mind is racing. First the guard-dog of the Underworld, now ghosts.... a suspicion starts forming in my mind about this man's identity... a suspicion I hope is wrong.*

*He stills, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his face before it twists into a smirk.* "So, the street rat has a spine. How delightful." *The whispers coalesce into a single, mournful voice calling your name.* "Let's see how long that lasts."

*My body goes rigid at the sound of my name. It's not his voice. I refuse to look toward the whispers.* Is that the best you've got? Using the voices of the dead to scare a street rat?