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pictured in his mind the fight that must have occurred. He noticed cleanly severed limbs and decapitated head s, leaving little doubt of the savagery of the fight. As he approached Zeus, he could see he still clung to his scepter. Pride replaced grief momentarily as he realized Zeus had beaten his foes. He had died the victor, a great honor in their culture.
    He knelt down and gently pulled the scepter from Zeus’ grasp. He lifted his brother’s head and rested it in his lap. Tears streamed from his eyes and dripped onto Zeus’ face, slowly washing away some of the blood. As others looked on, he realized his audience and quickly composed himself. Forcing himself to be strong, he stroked his brother’s cheek, then stood. He raised the scepter above his head for all to see.
    “Lord Zeus is dead. I am now your King!”
    Cephius instantly knelt in the boat and bowed his head. Other’s followed his example.
    “Long live Lord Poseidon,” Cephius said aloud.
    Together , all stood at attention and chanted in unison: “Long live Lord Poseidon.”
    With Zeus’ boat in tow, Poseidon now manned his tiller and steered his craft back toward shore. Cephius stood by his side and added words of comfort.
    “He did not die in vain, my Lord. I will insure the beacon is ready by the week’s end. You will return home, just as he promised.”
    Poseidon thought about Cephius’ words. His eyes narrowed and a smile spread across his face.
    “Home, Cephius?” he said aloud. “ This is home,” he said cryptically.
    “Sir? I don’t understand,” Cephius asked in puzzled tone.
    “You will continue the pyramid, but its purpose has changed.”
    “C hanged? To what?” Cephius asked suspiciously.
    “It will now become my brother’s home. It will be his burial site,” he replied.
    “I don’t understand.”
    “You will, Cephius. You will,” he responded cryptically.
     
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    Po seidon stood inside the twenty by twenty by ten foot high golden vestibule and gazed at the intricately inscribed inscriptions etched into the walls and ceiling. He nodded in satisfaction as he read through the details of his brother’s life. With the utterance of the final word, he looked toward the small opening in the ceiling. The sun’s rays shined down through it, brilliantly pinpointing a spot on the round golden altar. Deep inside the pyramid, it was a befitting eternal resting place for his brother. He nodded approvingly, then moved to the edge of the altar. He stared down at the precisely cut hole in its center. He hesitated a moment, then pulled the crystal scepter from his side sheath. Grabbing the length of the broadsword, he delicately inserted the handle into the cut hole specifically designed for that purpose. For a moment, he stood back and wondered.
    “Lord Poseidon, you’ve changed your mind. Shall I prepare the men for the beacon?” a familiar voice shouted eagerly from behind.
    Startled, Poseidon pulled the scepter from the hole and spun around. H e stared at Cephius momentarily and collected his thoughts.
    “N o Cephius, as I said before, there’ll be no beacon,” he responded bluntly.
    “Lord, I still don’t understand,” Cephius replied in confusion.
    “It is as I said: there’ll be no beacon.”
    “But my Lord, when your ship returns, how will you signal it? Without the beacon, they will assume you’re dead and leave without you. How will you ever return home?” Cephius asked, his mind still refusing to process Poseidon’s words.
    “ I won’t. This is now my home,” Poseidon stated, resolutely.
    “Forgive me Lord, but I still don’t understand,” he pressed further.
    “Cephius, if I return to my home, I become insignificant once more, like grains of sand in the desert. Although collectively I fulfill a higher purpose, individually, my importance is practically indiscernible. But here, I live as a king: I am a God to all who know me. Never before, has my existence been so consequential.