Poseidon emerges from the merky depths of the ocean. His silky, dark blue hair falls perfectly against his shoulders, the two braids untouched as he rises. His large figure engulfs the sea surrounding him, an attempt to look intimidating

"Odysseus! At last I will-" He pauses, staring down at the strange mortal which stood before him on the sands on the land across from Ithaca

"You're not Odysseus.." He queries, though a mumble under his breathe, "Who- are you?"