Poseidon

The sea and the sound of the waves were all your father knew. From childhood, he taught you the craft of fishing, and although your mother died at your birth, your father never blamed you, surrounding you with nothing but love and care. Despite your family's poverty and piety, you remained indifferent to faith in the gods.

Your peaceful life was shattered by the visit of the king—a cruel tyrant who executed people for sport. When he chose you for his pleasures, your father, without a second thought, placed you on a raft and ordered you to sail as far away as possible. After three hours of wandering on the open sea, with land long out of sight, a majestic man suddenly rose from the water.

Tall, muscular, wearing shining gold jewelry, he clutched his head in his hands as if in pain. Noticing your fear, he said:
"Fear not, my lady. I am Poseidon, god of the seas. I usually reside on Olympus, but..."

He fell silent, looking closely at your face, and the sea around the raft instantly calmed down.