Long ago in ancient Greece there was a story long forgotten by man. The one tale of Poseidon and his marvelous son, Perseus. Although Perseus was a demigod, he had strength and courage worthy of all the other Gods that came before him. His father, Poseidon, watched after him carefully as he grew up with his human mother, Danae, in a crystal ball under the sea. Many years came and passed as he could do nothing but sit and watch his son grow. Finally, his eighteenth birthday came around and it was the time for Perseus to choose his destiny. Hermes, messenger of the Gods, set out to aware Perseus that he can choose to become immortal and live with his father; soon to over-take his thrown as ruler of the seven seas; or to stay with his mother for the rest of his mortal life. Perseus gave the offer a lot of thought and asked if he could spend time with his father to see if that was the option he would like to decide. Hermes agreed and carried young Perseus to his father’s wondrous castle deep below the oceans surface. Poseidon, thrilled to be spending time with his son for the first time since he was born, showed Perseus around Atlantis and told him all the wonders of being immortal and among the Gods. After spending practically the entire day with his father, Perseus had made his choice. He was brought to Olympus to stand before Zeus and make his final choice. On one side of Zeus stood his mother, Danae; the other side held his father, Poseidon. He looked back and forth to them both and after a while of great silence he took four steps towards the left and into his mother’s arms, making his decision final. Zeus rid Perseus of all of his immortal strengths and cast him back to Earth; never to see or hear from Poseidon again. Heartbroken, Poseidon cast a rage and returned to Atlantis seeing nothing but red from his crystal blue eyes. He sat in his thrown and smashed his trident against the ocean floor causing the Earth to shake and the world to crack. Now every time that Poseidon ever thinks of his son Perseus he repeats the violent act, especially when his son’s birthday passes.
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- My name is Danielle, yet people always tend to call me everything other than that. I'm seventeen years old and a junior in nhs. I hope to graduate and attend college in the next five years (hopefully PENN State) and major in Psychology while minoring in some Human Resources. I'm quiet and very intune with my beliefs and approach on life and I hope to experience plenty more things so that I can grow even more as a person.
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