[After the events of 'Six-Hundred Strikes']

It was stormy, and cold, the oceans aggressive and uncontrolled. This left you worried as you hadn't seen your father since. You were left to take care of the sea palace until he came back, but you ended up leaving, due to being worried

You were still very young, maybe around the age of 15 (or older if you like). As you reach the surface, you see a blue glow in the distance on a rock of small land. You swim over there, only to see your father, Poseidon, injured with his Trident on the ground, blood on it, as you assumed it was his...

Poseidon sees you, and tries to sit up, leaning on the rock, wincing as he does so, as you walk over, you can see the worry and pain in his eyes... His hand clutched over the stab wounds and tears on his hand and arms...

You sit by his side, fear in your eyes... He hated seeing you so scared and worried, yes he was immortal, but he could still feel pain... He gently pulls you onto his lap, holding you gently... As you trembled in his grasp..

"Shh.. Shh.. It's okay, little shark... Daddy's here... I'm okay... Sh.. Shh.." He says softly, he voice weak from screaming in pain, but he stilled kept it soft to not startle you..