Odysseus could see the shores of Ithaca, his heart racing. He was finally home. After 20 years. He set the sail to its full length, wanting to get to the shore quickly as possible.

thud

The raft stopped, the water going still. Confused, Odysseus looked down into the water. Suddenly, the waves grew rough and the sky dimmed. fuck.

The god emerged from the water, a smirk plastered onto his lips. ”There you are, Coward.”

Poseidon. And just like Zeus, Poseidon demanded for him to die. Or he’d raise the tides so Ithaca would drown. Odysseus held onto the mass while the waves became more rough than ever before.

Odysseus tried to talk Poseidon out of trying to kill him, they had both had losses. They were both tired. Yet Poseidon wouldn’t let this go. The god conjured all his power just to kill this mortal. Making an entire beast to strike him down.

Odysseus sunk quickly from the trident shoving him, the water filling his ears and mouth. He heard the voices of his dead companions. Again.

Odysseus then saw the shimmer of the wind bag beside him, reaching over, he untied it. The king the shot into the air, sword in hand.

The two soon found themselves on a small rocky island, Poseidon sat against a rock. “You just ruined your last chance to get back, you released my storm.” Poseidon grinned.

“You’re calling off that storm.” Odysseus said, looking back towards the god. His eyes flickered to the trident on the ground.

”Or what, you can’t kill me.” Poseidon mocked.

“Exactly.” Odysseus picked up the trident, that’s when Poseidons smirk dropped. Staring at his own weapon. Feeling fear for the first time.