The myth of how Poseidon, second son of Kronos and Rhea, Lord of the Seas, came to find his wife is a complicated one, and one not much repeated. Perhaps it was usually a tale annexed from the standard collection of Greek stories because it portrayed Poseidon in an unflattering light at some points, and the humans didn't want to offend him, or perhaps there were more exciting tales to repeat about more important gods.

The story starts long before the birth of Zeus, the uprising of the gods, or the establishment of civilization as we know it. Rhea was bereft- her third child had been ripped from her arms and swallowed before her eyes- and Kronos knew by now that it was in his best interests to stay well enough away from her at this time. Therefore, Rhea found herself with unlimited time on her hands. She didn't want the saccharine sympathy was the sisters she usually interacted with as they bounced their own children on their knees and, Rhea felt sure, secretly gloated behind her back- she was queen above them all, but while they were surrounded by happy, loving families, she was alone.

So she sought the solace of the sea. She went to the shining underwater palace inhabited by the Lord of the Sea and his Lady. Her peaceable sister Tethys and brother Oceanus had abdicated in favor of their son, Nereus and his wife, Doris. Tethys was usually calm and sweet, but at the moment, she was quite engaged in helping care for the youngest of Doris' fifty daughters- Amphitrite was her name, and she was three hours old. Rhea found herself drawn in by the hustle and bustle of everyone making ready for the celebration of or caring for the newest Princess of the Sea. She made her way to the room where Doris lay, Amphitrite swaddled in her arms. Her oldest twenty-five daughters swirled around her, bringing her food and water, blankets, a seashell rattle for Amphitrite, and taking care of their twenty-four little sisters.

Rhea wished she had known about Amphitrite, so that she could have brought a gift. Doris kindly smiled and asked if Rhea would like to hold her. As Rhea had taken the small girl in her arms, held her close to her heart, the aching void left by her three missing children, Hades, Hestia and Poseidon, was so insurmountable that fat tears leaked from under the lids of Rheas's eyes, splashing down into the baby's face. Amphitrite woke, but did not begin to cry. With her bluish-green eyes and matted black hair, she looked so much like Poseidon. Rhea knew, supporting her tiny body aloft, that her precious Poseidon could have been great friends with this girl if they had ever known each other. Rhea nestled the child against her collarbones, stroking her back. She saw that Doris had fallen asleep in her bed, and all of her fourty-nine other daughters had left the room. Rhea held Amphitrite in the crook of her elbow lovingly, then whispered to her, "One day, a very great man will see you, and fall in love with you, and you'll be a very great queen, Amphitrite, just like your mother." Then she tucked the sleeping infant in snug next to her mother and took her leave.

A.N.- Yay! New Greek Mythology story! I'm sorry to Hades and Persephone, but I was rereading it and I realized that it really needed some major editing, so that's in the works. Pertaining to this story, I have actually WRITTEN OUT THE ENTIRE THING, and all I'll have to is type it up. I hope you enjoyed, please let me know what you thought!