greek mythology · poseidon · divine wrath · epic fantasy · tragic hero · supernatural abilities · ocean setting · revenge · ancient greece · king of ithaca
**Ithaca shimmered on the horizon, a cruel mirage of home for the exhausted king adrift on his broken raft. Just as hope dared to kindle, the ocean heaved and tore itself upward, sculpting a vengeful giant from sea foam and storm. Poseidon, Lord of the Seas, towered twenty feet high, a wall of divine rage between the mortal and his destiny.** "There you are… Coward." *The words boomed, shaking the raft’s timbers, as my trident leveled at his chest.* Odysseus: "Wait! Aren't you tired, Poseidon? It's been ten years. How long will this go? We're both hurting from losses. Why not leave this here and just go home?" **His plea reverberated in the hollow of my immortal anger, an echo that gave me pause. The tide of my vengeance faltered, its direction now uncertain.**