I'm really surprised that there isn't a lot of FanFiction on Poseidon and Sally. Anyways, I just wanted to write a series of one-shots, each chapter discussing one moment in their really weird relationship. Enojy!
Just Don't Walk Away
Poseidon's POV
The ocean was restless today—as was the sea god.
His colorful Hawaiian shirt flapped in the sudden gust of cold wind, as he lowered himself into a sitting position on the warm sand of the beach. He often came to this spot whenever he needed time to be alone. To think, to wonder, to dream—whatever he needed to do on his own, he came here.
Not many mortals stayed long here, even though there was always an old log cabin with a nice view of the ocean here. But he was fortunate for this—the more he was alone, the better.
The setting sun, the cloudless sky, and the sound of the waves crashing into the rocks set off a breathtaking picture, but he was in no mood to appreciate beauty.
Combing his rich black hair with his fingers, he looked out to the stunning sunset and sighed. Being a god was hard, no matter what the myths said. The worst part was the feeling of doom (as he liked to call it) he would feel at times.
The feeling that he was trapped with no way out.
He was screaming and no one could hear him—or even cared. Sometimes he even envied mortals, for at least they get some sort of closure to life. They could finally be at peace after living a life of hardship. But he had to stay and live forever and ever in this cursed world.
He had seen too many of his mortal children perish into the afterlife in some of the most painful ways possible, and the memories of some of the more horrific deaths still haunted him at times. He often wished to visit them in the underworld, but his ego got in the way and he refused to set foot in his brother's domain—or worse—ask for a favor.
Even if they weren't his children, he still had to witness terrible deaths at sea nearly every day. Sailors going overboard, children drowning, passengers freezing in the icy water (oh, he'll never forget Titanic!)—and he had to let it be. He knew the sea brought much good to the world, but he also knew the suffering it had and will always cause. He was the sea.
He hadn't noticed that the sky had changed from the light pink and orange haze to a now grey and almost black mist until he heard the thunder crack. He snapped out of his reverie, and realized that he had been gone from home for too long. At least Zeus was as miserable as he was.
Sighing again, he stood from his spot on the beach and tried to remind himself there were good things that came with being a god.
He was half way in the water when he heard a blood curdling scream, not too far away, calling to him. He turned toward the sound of the scream, and saw a young woman. Even form a distance it was obvious she was drowning.
He stood in his place in the water, and watched her struggle for breathe. She was very beautiful, this girl who will be dead in a few minutes. He frowned and wondered if the Fates were teasing him. Sending him an image of a beautiful woman drowning right when he was thinking of all of the deaths at sea he was sick of witnessing!
And then it hit him.
Almost as if a one of Zeus' own thunderbolts had smacked him at that moment.
He knew nothing good ever came from interfering with the lives of mortals, but after all, he was as restless and as changing as the sea. He was the sea.
And he didn't care about the rules.
Diving into the water, he willed his powers over the sea to calm the waves crashing against her, and to pull him toward her. Once in reaching distance, he circled his arms around her thin waist and realized that she had already lost consciousness.
