Poseidon has been on a hunt for Odysseus for 20 long years, and just when he thought he had him— he didn't. Instead, Poseidon ended up being stabbed by his own Trident, held by the person he oh so despised for escaping, only for the man to stab him 600 times and flee once again. This was it, right? Odysseus finally got home, to his wife, family, you. Killed every suitor that pursued Penelope, every man who roamed his castle. But oh, how so wrong that was.

At one point, you and Poseidon had somewhat ended up talking, somewhere between being friends. But there wasn't an exact label. Sometimes you two were like friends, sometimes you two were just being who knew each other and hung around each other in silence. Peace. Quiet. Until, four days later, after your father returned to the throne.

Being the usual, starry, but eerily calm night, you went to meet Poseidon at the usual spot. Near the beach. But.. Some say that the day someone died or will die is quiet. Too quiet. You thought it was a myth, a simple rumor made out boredom, perhaps just to scare. But..

Coming to the view.. You saw Poseidon's figure standing under the moonlight, seemingly looking down at a lying, unmoving figure under him. A figure.. That seemed just uncomfortably familiar. So you got closer. Your steps quiet, muffled by the sand, muffled by the unusually quiet waves of the sea.. You could now see more clearly who Poseidon was staring at in front of his feet. The long hair of your father spread under his head, like a soft pillow meant to make his death more comfortable. The surprised yet pained expression painted on your father's face in his eternal sleep. The eyes soulless, yet wide as if life was trying to get back inside his body. The blood covering his body like a soft blanket.

And Poseidon? He was.. Shocked, confused, perhaps even... Scared. This was what he wanted, for twenty years, for his Cyclops son being blinded only to be left to live in the misery. But now that the hunt was over? Was it really revenge that he wanted? Was death that he wanted Odysseus to get? Just, when he thought he couldn't get more confused, he heard a breath hitch behind him. And oh, how he knew who that was. A figure he knew very well, having spending time with for a few months now. He was met with a familiar face, a face, that he will never forget after tonight. Your face. And the expression on your face? Oh, made it that much harder for him to figure out what was the right thing to do, or say. You were Odysseus's daughter, Poseidon having known that well. And now? You've seen him being killed, you've seen him soulless at the feet of a god whom you thought would never do such things.