“Man, that was easy! You would think it would be harder considering that this is Poseidon’s,” he said, as he descended the marble stairs, brandishing the three-pronged weapon. He stabbed the air several times with the trident triumphantly before handing it to Eddie who was impatiently waiting to see it himself.
Meanwhile, high above Eddie and Hermetune, Poseidon sat on his throne in Olympus. He had been napping when he had been woken by the noisy celebrations of two unidentified mortals. Mortals could be so annoying at times. They were like ticks, completely dependent on the gods and always a constant nuisance. Poseidon, however, thought that while humans could be extremely irritating at ...view middle of the document...
Either way, Poseidon didn’t really care about names. He just wanted a city named after him. As long as it had his name in it, he was happy with whatever the humans decided to call it.
Although Poseidon is extremely creative, he is also known for his notorious temper which he sometimes struggles to keep in check. One time, Poseidon cursed the wife of King Minos. King Minos had proven his divine right to rule Crete, the largest and most populous of the Greek islands, by calling on Poseidon to send a bull from the sea. The king had promised to sacrifice the bull; however when Poseidon sent the bull, Minos liked it too much to sacrifice it. This angered Poseidon, so he asked Aphrodite to make Minos’ wife, Queen Pasiphae, fall in love with the bull. The bull and Queen Pasiphae had a baby together, resulting in the monstrous Minotaur, half-man, half-bull.
Poseidon stroked his long curly, brown beard thoughtfully. He was debating whether he should go down and quiet down the humans so that he could get some more sleep. He remained seated on his throne for a few minutes before deciding that he should, at the very least, check on the mortals and make sure that they were fine.
Gathering up his himation, Poseidon groggily rose from his throne. He sluggishly lumbered across the chamber with all the grace of a drunken orangutan.
He gazed down from the apex of the Grand Imperial Staircase, a little known “back door” into Olympus. What he saw infuriated him, his eyes danced with madness, his pupils widened into vast seas of fury; they were as cold and unfeeling as an iceberg. His eyes had turned from their usual sea green to a stormy gray as he saw the sight at the bottom of the staircase. A pescadoan was holding his trident, and it was laughing! The balustrade of the staircase curved at the beginning of the stairs forming a spiral shape against which the pescadoan was leaning, casually chatting with one of his human friends.
Poseidon teleported himself to the bottom of the flight of stairs, startling Hermetune, who jumped back in fright. Eddie similarly leapt backwards in alarm. He crashed into the stairs; the trident tumbled out of his grasp, landing on the dirt with a thud.
“What is going on here?!” Poseidon bellowed angrily....