A Treacherous Sea

He inherited his connection to the ocean from his mother. His mother was beautiful and brave, with mysterious cerulean eyes, dark wavy hair, and limitless laughter; an Oceanid. He inherited everything from her: beauty in his chisled chin, large eyes, and wavy dark hair. She called him her treasure.

It was supposed to be the beginning of his life, an endless adventure as wide as the sea. Poseidon's rage brought wild and destructive waves while the wind howled in rage. He remembered the spark of panic as the ocean engulfed him. Then he took his first breath. For a moment, he was at home in the deep, stormy depths. Suddenly a pair of strong but delicate arms wrapped around him, he expected his mother, but then there were more hands tearing at him, and the sound of cruel cooing and purrs of laughter echoed around him in the vast nothingingness that he realized with horror that he wasn't going to be saved.

He survived, but the ocean had changed him and he took no pride in the immortal blood and salt water that ran through his veins. The ocean had been his prison, had devoured his suffering and freedom, even his love. He couldn't describe the ocean as soothing, with its bright, blue, endless beauty; not when it housed his nightmares. All he felt was the icy darkness of the depths, heard their never-ending, watery laughter ringing in his ears, and saw the cruel, unfeeling cerulean eyes of his mother.