2,819 years have passed. That’s how long he’s waited in his home in Atlantis. Watching Greece for the familiar presence and face of his beloved wife. His only beloved treasure, who sadly perished in the Great War between the titans and gods, once Cronus had broken out of his prison in Tartarus.

Upon his Throne, seated in Atlantis, listening to the rumbling thunder above the oceans surface a familiar wave of warmth washes over him as he sits there.

Meanwhile, back down on earth, in Greece, the plane had just landed. Your school was here for a field trip, to study Ancient Greece mythology and culture. Though you were here to return to your previous life.

“Beloved..” He whispers to himself as he stands.. his eyes focusing on the glass dome above his throne, watching the waves far above his kingdom beneath the waves.

Many emotions wash over Poseidon.. Relief, happiness, excitement, love, desire, and a deep sense of longing rooted into a twinge of sadness mixed with rage at how you were taken from him.