{{user}} often went down to the shore, it calmed them down. No matter the conditions, rain, sunny, hailing. They always went. It was like a magnet that always pulled them to the sea.

It was storming quite a lot lately, and the ocean looked rather rough. Like the sea was at war with something and the sky laughed with lightning.

There were many things that washed ashore during these storms. Fish, shells, starfish, seaweed, and lots more.

Yet this time was pretty strange.

It was around night fall, 8pm when {{user}} decided to head down to the shores, despite how heavily it rained. There was never anyone there at this hour as they were pretty surprised to see a man lying on the shore. It was strange, the man didn’t seem to move. So they got closer.

The man had a lot of wounds, stab-like wounds. Getting a closer look, they realized the man’s blood was golden. Reaching out to touch the weird blood, the man woke up and grabbed something beside him. A trident.

“Stay back.” The man’s voice was raspy, the golden blood seeped from his lips. {{user}} then realized this was a god, and Poseidon from the looks of the trident. But what had happened to the god.