Poseidon: King of The Sea...

Unknown POV

Rebirth: I was never particularly religious in my past life. I would go so far as to say I was an atheist. Growing up in an industrial town in northern England within a religious family and attending Catholic school at a young age didn't exactly turn me into the budding priest my family had probably hoped for. This was made even worse by my growing love for mythologies and history. So, when I died and suddenly found myself reborn as a prominent figure in Greek mythology—specifically, Poseidon, the Greek God of the sea—I was more than a little surprised.

Most people would likely feel overwhelmed by transitioning from being a squishy little human to becoming an immortal deity. However, I found myself contemplating the broader implications of my rebirth. Was there an all-powerful God who reincarnated me, or was it merely a matter of chance? When we die, are our souls scattered across existence like hockey pucks, landing in whichever body will accept them?

Unfortunately, I didn't have as much time as I had hoped to contemplate the existence of greater mysteries. Instead, I was faced with the horrifying realization that I was born as one of the elder six Olympians during their birth—a fact that anyone with even a basic knowledge of Greek mythology knows doesn't exactly lead to a happy ending.

So I found myself pleasantly surprised when I wasn't immediately met by the terrifying face of a Hollywood attempt at Kronos but instead by the warm face of my new mother, Rhea. I was even more surprised when Kronos eventually showed up. He looked more like a model than a towering mass of lava; seeing that he didn't immediately eat me up threw me for a spin, getting to meet what I assume was Gaea and seeing that Kronos wasn't entirely evil even if he did still decide to gobble me up in a fashion that was far less brutal then I was fearing made me feel like trusting any knowledge of Greek mythology I had would be pointless.

Not that my knowledge of Greek mythology was perfect, anyway. Other than the Percy Jackson books when I was a kid and the Clash of the Titans movies, I was much more into Celtic and Norse mythology. Something about family relationships and the number of HR nightmares put me off delving any deeper into Greek mythos.

I was now coming to deeply regret this fact. It would have been immensely helpful to know events ahead of time rather than being left scrambling when something I don't remember suddenly occurs, but that will be a problem for future me.

For now, however, I have much bigger problems, precisely the fact that I was currently trapped inside my father's stomach or whatever the immortal version of it was. After all, Gods aren't biological beings; they are more energy than matter, more metaphysical than physical, and so they don't need organs or the like, just skin suits so we don't go around scorching everything.

A fact that left me infinitely curious as to how I was born. I mean, Gods are shapeshifters, so I should be able to look however I want, but I was born with a look already pre-made for me. Did my mother mould it, or is some whacky fate magic stuff happening? Not that I was too bothered about looks anyway. When everyone's a shapeshifter, no one's good-looking; it just turns into who can be the most concerned with their appearance.

Given that I knew I would eventually be free from my stomach prison and would engage in the greatest war that Greek mythology had ever seen — a conflict that would define the Western world — I couldn't justify wasting time trying to look like every edgy fanfiction protagonist. I was rather fond of the whole regal Greek God look. It's not like they ever lack in the lover department.

I was surprised to discover that, even though my siblings were also inside our dear old dad, his divinity actively kept us apart. This separation was likely to prevent us from coming together to escape. Individually, we weren't powerful enough to break free but united; we might have stood a chance.

However I was actually kind of happy that I was left in isolation after being reborn. It gives me time to get over my past life and the fact that I would never see any of my family again get to grips with the existential crisis that I could feel lingering at the back of my mind; I would also probably have a better time to train and get to grips with my new powers as whilst as a God I already had knowledge implanted in my mind of how to use my powers if learning how to drive taught me anything theoretical understanding and practical use have little relation when under the kosh. 

As every fanfiction protagonist taught me, the first task is to reach out to my divinity, which was a bit too easy. I expected to burn away some time by meditating or something, but much like breathing, it just came naturally and left me a bit at kilter. It took me a minute to process everything; the sound of roaring waves echoing in my ear and my body shaking like I just downed a six-pack of Red Bull, as well as the feeling that I could juggle mountains, was very much overwhelming for my former pea-brain, human soul. So, I slowly let go of some of my divinity until I reached a more comfortable level.

Speaking of my divinity, what I know about Poseidon is that he is the God of The Seas and Oceans, God of Storms and Droughts, as well as Earthquakes and at some point horses, but I'm trying to forget the fact that at some point, I'm probably going to be a dad to a horse.

But the seas, oceans, and drought domains only came once my two brothers and I split the cosmos into thirds, so I shouldn't have a connection to those yet. The last time I checked, I didn't father a horse, so the only domain I should have is storms, as Poseidon is only meant to be able to make earthquakes by slamming his trident into the earth, which I haven't got yet.

So only having access to the domain of storms, whilst quite destructive, will be incredibly limiting for me in the short term, and whilst I, being a child of Kronos and Rhea, will have far more divine power than most elder deities, meaning I should be physically stronger than most beings and capable of unleashing more power even if it is more limited than other deities due to my reduced domains.

Fortunately, my first act as a God will be to fight in a cataclysmic conflict, not gather followers. Having a domain that is only really useful for destruction and calling off football matches will be of great use when waging a war.

Unfortunately, my father's stomach lacks the environment to create a storm. While I would love to give him a permanent stomach ache as a form of petty revenge, even we Gods can't impose our will on another Deity—at least, I can't do that to my dad, who is currently much stronger than I am. But it's a thought for the future. After all, if I'm correct, Zeus, at one point, strips Apollo and Poseidon of their immortality for a while. On that note, there's no way I'm going from being a God to a peasant serving a petty King in ancient Greece. I don't care if I have to go to war; I'm not doing that. The walls of Troy can build themselves for all I care.

Anyway, I can't do much training regarding my domains now. Still, in Greek mythology, there are powers that seemingly all Gods can use to some extent, such as smiting, teleporting and the like, which, to my knowledge, must be done using divinity unaltered by domains, so I suppose I'll have to spend my time experimenting until a particular lightning rod decides to break me and our siblings free...