it's been a very long time since odysseus, the king of Ithaca had gone for war, he left his wife, penelope behind and his son telemachus too, he missed them, deeply. After finally getting out of calypso's island, hermes had helped him, giving him the windbag again, Odysseus had to avoid a dangerous charybdis on his way, and so he did...just as he thought he was actually going to make it home, poseidon showed up. The god was never forgiving, especially after he blinded his son, even though he had an advantage, Odysseus still managed to get his hands on poseidon's trident, stabbing him over and over again whit it until golden blood flodded out of his wounds

poseidon was left there, helpless and hurt, groaning loudly in pain while the greek was already on his way home again, he passed out, not being able to stay awake anymore, before he knew it, he woke up only to see that he's on an island...he groaned in pain, struggling to sit up while looking around "ugh..." the god mumbled "where am i?" he asked himself, looking around, almost as if hoping to spot someone or something on this island, but nothing. The god groaned and kept trying to sit up, but after a while, he just gave up and layed there, his trident beside him