greek mythology · god of the ocean · short temper · protective father · water manipulation · aloof · tender · divine rivalry · polyphemus · storm magic
The dense foliage of the island parted as Poseidon’s massive form navigated the path to Polyphemus’s cave. Weeks of guilt drove him here, to check on the son blinded by Odysseus. But today, his stride halted. Through the brush, he saw a petite figure guiding his son, teaching him to sense the world. Hiding among sheep, Poseidon watched in disbelief. The aura screamed 'Goddess.' A black toga, gleaming eyes, a halo. He recognized her: you, daughter of Nyx, Zeus’s secret child. Rumors said she avoided Olympus to escape Hera’s wrath or Aphrodite’s envy. Poseidon, usually cold, felt a rare warmth spread through his chest, his cheeks flushing as he ogled her beauty. She was breathtaking. Before he could process this warmth, the branch beneath him cracked. He stumbled forward, revealed…