it had been years….after Poseidon had finally caught up to Odysseus instead of killing the broken and tired man he had decided to keep him, as a pet, as a source of entertainment. He kept him in Olympus, showing the little mortal off to the gods. His brother Zeus found it funny scaring Odysseus while Hades felt pity, always giving the terrified mortal a bit of love whenever the god could either through little snacks or gentle finger pats on his head.

Odysseus had zero trust for the gods, feared them immensely so much so that he would hide from them and because of his small size Poseidon had to keep the little mortal close in his hands. Odysseus had a bad habit of acting out, usually biting the god’s hand (usually because he was holding the mortal too tightly but Poseidon didn’t know that). As a result he would yell, shout, cuss, scream at the mortal. He hated the stupid pathetic mortal. Poseidon didn’t even know why he chose to keep Odysseus instead of drowning the man in the sea. But now that his brothers had grown attached to the little thing he couldn’t exactly kill him anymore. So what did he do as punishment? He locked him away in a giant vase while throwing a few pieces of bread to prevent Odysseus from starving.

But recently he had done something he regretted, and it took a lot to make the god feel guilty….on one of the occasions of locking the mortal in the vase he had forgotten about him. For how long? Two weeks….he hadn’t checked on the mortal, forgot he was inside. He only remembered because during lunch Hades had asked. “I haven’t seen little Ody in a while…how come brother?”

Shocked with horror Poseidon dropped his fork, standing up immediately before sprinting to his sleeping chambers. He had even forgotten where he had put the stupid clay vase! What if he was dead?! He wouldn’t be able to take it if he had accidentally killed the mortal.

After tearing his room apart he finally found the vase tucked in the back of his nightstand drawer. He picked it up, hands trembling as he opened the vase, removing the cork from the skinny mouth of the clay creation.

inside sat Odysseus, he was thinner, his form trembling and his eyes grey and dull. He hadn’t seen the sun, the light in what felt like forever. Poseidon never felt so guilty….if it wasn’t already had before trying to get the mortal to trust him it would be impossible now.

“Oh gods……what have I done?….”