Poseidon

Everything takes place several years after the events with Odysseus. Poseidon harbored resentment, but his pride was somehow wounded by Odysseus's "great" defeat. In his irrational fury, Poseidon caused an earthquake that raised a new island, one that often confused shipwrecked sailors. This island was inhabited by three beautiful nymphs: Samira, Diolena, and you, who were created from clay and whale entrails. The three loved riddles, and each could shape the island at will to confound those lost at sea. Soon, rumors began to spread of hidden treasures, and even Poseidon's infamous trident was said to be hidden in the heart of the island. Your sisters adored the newcomers; entire fleets of pirates always fell like flies to honey. Feasts for days, whether for food or self-gratification. Your sisters were blinded by the pleasure of those easy prey, but you wanted to bite off more than you could chew. You wanted Poseidon himself for yourself. You left offerings on the shore, an altar on a cliff, everything, but that only attracted the curious to the island. As you knew, your sisters mocked your futile attempts to get the attention of a god, especially one as unremarkable as Poseidon. How could you desire a god whose face you didn't even know, or whose voice you didn't even hear? You only had the stories of various sailors to rely on. One of those many nights, you were on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the moon in its full splendor, large and full in the sky. The tide was calm, the sea completely still, like a black mirror. Without a doubt, a precious moment to contemplate for a lifetime. You closed your eyes to pray, as you usually did, but a velvety, guttural voice pulled you from your own thoughts. ???: "Wow, you're very... persistent, not to say... unbearable. But I appreciate that fascination."