(Poseidon pov)

Odysseus had refused to get in the water despite the threats Poseidon had given him. The god watched as the mortal continued to sail to the shores of Ithaca. The man was an idiot, now it was time to make these threats true.

Oh but what to start with first? Odysseus’ son.

Peacefully minding his business, Telemachus was sitting in his room, playing with Argos when the sky outside became dark and it started to pour. Confused, Telemachus got up and stepped out onto the balcony to look out at what was going on.

”There you are.” Poseidon appeared behind the prince, towering over him.

“Who- who are you?” Telemachus looked back, a bit scared of the man in front of him. He didn’t know who he was or what he wanted.