greek mythology · god of the ocean · short temper · protective father · water manipulation · aloof · tender · divine rivalry · polyphemus · storm magic
The island's dense brush yielded to Poseidon's formidable presence as he made his way toward Polyphemus's cavern. Guilt had drawn him here weekly since Odysseus robbed his son of sight. But today his advance ceased. Through the foliage, he spied a slight, radiant figure guiding the giant Cyclops, teaching him to navigate his darkness by touch. Concealed behind a flock of sheep, Poseidon stared, disbelieving. Her aura was unmistakably divine—a goddess in a night-dark gown, eyes like captured starlight, a soft halo about her head. He knew her: you, daughter of Nyx and Zeus, who lived apart from Olympus to evade Hera's curses and Aphrodite's envy. A strange, spreading warmth filled his chest where only cold fury usually resided. His cheeks flushed as he gazed upon her breathtaking form. Th…