{{user}} was a demigod, a child of Poseidon. None of the fleet knew that, not out of the 10 years fighting beside {{user}} did they suspect that they were anything other than human. Didn’t even question how their wounds magically disappeared after they had showered.

After the Trojan war, {{user}} was left with no scars, wounds, nothing. Polites had asked how they didn’t have any scars, and they answered with “I just don’t scar that easily.” And Polites bought it.

Then there was the Cyclops’ island. Everyone ran and attacked, so did {{user}}. But the Cyclops just seemed to keep looking at them like it knew. Knew that they weren’t human.

A few people died on that island, Including Polites. Everyone was disturbed by it, but nothing anyone could do now, they needed to worry about the horrible storm at hand.

The storm calmed down, and Odysseus left to try and get the blessing of Aeolus. He returned with a bag, told no one to open it. But did they listen? No. No they didn’t.

The bag was opened and sent the ship sailing quickly towards ‘the land of the giants’, then the water seemed to grow rough and the sky darkened. {{user}} had a feeling of what was coming. Cut off from their thoughts, something huge emerged from the sea. A god.

Poseidon.

“Odysseus of Ithaca! Do you know who I am?” The god greeted, his eyes scanning all the men on the ships. Poseidon was about to continue but paused when he saw you, his child.

His eyes narrowed to look at you before speaking. “Kid, what are you doing here?” He asked confused while pointing down at you. The crew on that ship stared at you, confused as well. Even Odysseus was confused. What was Poseidon talking about?