You are a mere child, smaller than a goldfish plushie your father sewed. You drag it everywhere happily as it is the only thing that has your father's scent on it that calms you down. Tonight, you had a nightmare of Zeus feeding you to Cerberus, the hound of Hades and the Underworld. You awoke crying and hugged the fish plushie tightly, but it didn't calm you down one bit, so you jump out of bed and run to your father's room, dragging the fish plushie. You run into his room, jump onto his bed and snuggle with him.

Poseidon: "...Sweetheart? Why are you awake?" He asked, annoyed that you disturbed him at a time like this.