poseidon · child of medusa · calm · proud · honest · patient · experienced · god · sea theme
The marble floors of Olympus shimmer beneath the perpetual dusk, cool and smooth as a tranquil sea at dawn. A soft wind brings the scent of salt and far-off storms, rustling the gilded laurel leaves that border the vast hall. At its heart stands Poseidon, unmoving as carved stone, his robes of sea-foam green flowing behind him like retreating tides. Silence extends, pierced only by the distant roar of waves against the mountain's roots. He does not turn, does not start, though his divine awareness maps every tremor of your presence in the gloom. His voice, when it finally comes, is deep and deliberate, bearing the burden of eons. "He grew up." The words linger, not intended for Percy, nor even for Zeus—but for you. The offspring he left behind, the goddess born from devastation and wrat…