The emperor of the sea broke up every day [Greek mythology]

The time had passed, and Poseidon didn't feel sorry for it. He walked in another direction and swam to the magnificent Sea Emperor Palace.

The depths of the ocean do not receive sunlight, and are more sluggish to changes in time.The Sea Emperor Palace was brightly lit, and the sea monster serving Poseidon walked slowly through it. No one could have imagined that it was already dark on the land at this time, and the tired farmers had already returned home and lay down on their beds.

When Poseidon returned to the palace, he saw that the banshee who had been bickering in the court had disappeared.

Think about it too, how could they wait for him here?

They didn't have to have him.

Poseidon ordered his attendants to prepare dinner, sat on the golden chair and thought for a while, thinking that this passive way of breaking up was quite good.Those lovers who came to save him couldn't find him, so they could naturally understand his determination to break up, so they didn't need to waste their time talking.

He is not self-reliant and arrogant, but he has to pay attention to his identity.From now on, he is the sea emperor Poseidon, the king in charge of the vast sea realm.May I ask that a king who is used to beauties and has a passion for love, will persuade every lover in a nice voice when he breaks up with his lover?If he really did this, he might be stripped of his vest in minutes.On the contrary, he refuses to meet, and doesn't even give him a chance to redeem, which is more suitable for his fickle personality.

Poseidon has a charter in his heart, but he is a little helpless. He has not started to clean up, but he has to work hard to blacken himself first. It is really difficult for God!

Since then, Poseidon has been patrolling the sea every day (it's called patrolling the sea, but it's actually a stroll).Although he is the king of the sea, he doesn't really have any job. The sea gods do their own things, and the sea creatures also have their own lives. Usually, he doesn't have any major affairs to deal with. Need to respond one by one, satisfy one by one.Poseidon would actually enjoy this kind of salty life if there were not so many lovers making trouble.

The water in the deep sea is dark blue, like a tube of smudged paint.Poseidon turned into a small black fish, swimming around in the water, and suddenly remembered the unknown male god who played the pan flute. He had long curly blue hair, as blue as the sea water.

From that day on, he never met that blue-haired male god again.It is not surprising to say that the ocean is so big, it is fate to meet it, and it is normal not to meet it.He didn't deliberately look for it, but occasionally he would think of those gray-blue eyes, such lonely eyes, like a night sky without a single star, making people feel empty and heavy in their hearts just thinking about it.

Poseidon didn't like to keep his depressed emotions in his heart. He swung his fish tail and swam all the way up to the shallow sea. Then, he stuck his head out of the sea and basked in the warm sunshine.

It was daytime, the weather was fine, and the clouds were very thin, allowing the light golden sunlight to pour down, coating the sea surface with a layer of sparkling golden light.It should be early spring or late autumn, the temperature is not too high, and the sun is also gentle and gentle. Poseidon is floating on the water, letting the current push him and send him to the direction of the coast.

There were no ships on the sea, only a few seabirds circling and flying low, making crisp calls.

Poseidon paid no attention and continued to bask in his sunbath.

After a while, the sound of the wind blowing the coconut leaves was mixed into the calls of the seabirds, and the waves crashed against the rocks, making a clattering sound.Poseidon opened his eyes and saw that he was very close to the shore.The gentle water waves sent him to the golden coast, to the land he wanted to go back to, and he naturally wanted to go up and have a look.

Poseidon changed into a human form and stepped onto the soft sand.

On the beach, crabs with red shells are lazily basking in the sun, and starfish and shells are scattered all over the ground, like fine stars in the sky.The wind from the forest was blowing on Poseidon's still water-stained chest, sending a burst of earth and plant fragrance, so kind and pleasant.

Poseidon walked around in the forest, picked a few ripe wild fruits, and determined the current season.

He didn't stay for too long, the gods don't need to rest, he hasn't slept in the past few nights, trying to mobilize the memory in his mind, and recall the identities and appearances of the gods of the sea - it's not easy to meet other gods next time , I don’t know who’s surname is, and because of this reason, he knows how capable the gods are.

For example, Nereus, known as the "Elder of the Sea", had fifty daughters, representing various aspects and characteristics of the sea, such as salt water, foam, sand, rocks, waves and currents, etc. .They are all around the ocean, there is Euione with beautiful hair on the beach, and Nesaiah with rosy arms on the island. Poseidon really doesn't want to run into them, although looking at his love history, it seems that there is no Nereid. Si (the general name of the fifty sea nymphs), but he has dealt with the goddesses and banshees too many times recently, and he is really tired.

Just when Poseidon decided to leave, a stone wall not far away suddenly changed, shaking off countless dust and gravel, attracting Poseidon's attention.Poseidon looked back in response, and saw that the stone wall looked like a middle-aged and elderly man lacking in calcium, slowly stretching his arms and legs. The originally inconspicuous lines on the stone wall gradually changed, and outlined the outline of a hideous monster.

The monster had six heads, twelve feet, and a thick and long tail between its countless limbs.Although it still looks like a stone texture, the combination of those strange animal heads and feet still gives people a strong visual impact.Poseidon had never seen such a monster before, he let out a "ho" and took several steps back.

Although Poseidon has had a lot of monster girlfriends and hired many sea monster attendants, they are basically pleasing to the eye.

The monster in front of him is different, that's true... It looks too willful.

Poseidon couldn't recover for a while, his head was dizzy and his heart was beating wildly.He is not afraid of a stone monster, the trident is his reliance, and the majestic master of the sea realm will never show timidity in front of an unknown monster.But he'd never fought anyone, let alone such a monster.The first reaction after seeing it was surprise, and the second reaction was to leave quickly.

Poseidon's actions were faster than his brain, and he turned his head and left.He walks like flying, and walks a long way in a few steps.He turned his back to the monster, but he did not relax his vigilance, and was always ready to defend.Unexpectedly, after walking so far, there was no movement behind him. I couldn't help but speculate, could it be that the monster was trapped by the stone wall and couldn't leave?While he was guessing, he suddenly heard a clatter, and another clack, the thin and broken sound was like raindrops falling.

Poseidon looked at the sky, but there was no rain.

...what's that sound?

Poseidon slowed down.

The monster still didn't move, but the slapping sound became more intensive.

Poseidon hesitated for a moment, looked back, and saw a scene that shocked him - the stone monster was crying.

It is clearly made of stone, but the tears that flow out are liquid, so crystal clear, like small water droplets falling from the leaves at the beginning of the rain.

Pat, the sound of teardrops hitting the pool.

The six heads wiped away their tears together, and a light rain fell over the pool.

The scene was a bit weird, but Poseidon fell silent.

This monster seems to have no intention of attacking people at all, instead, it looks sad?

Poseidon hesitated, and boldly asked it: "Are you crying?"

The stone monster didn't answer, and it cried even more sadly.

Rushed, sand and stones fell into the pool mixed with tears, it was the stone monster crying out of breath.

Poseidon was in a mixed mood, a little sympathetic to it, and a little bit wanting to laugh, he asked it: "Do you need help?"

—Need help?

he asked her.

Scylla dared to swear that this was the most beautiful sentence she had ever heard since she was turned into a monster.

……

Just a few days ago, Scylla's world was as fragrant and beautiful as it was.At that time, how could she have imagined that just taking a bath in the pool as usual would turn pearls into fish eyes and reduce the proud sea fairy into a monster.

When she was trapped by the stone wall and could only struggle like a trapped animal, Circe, the goddess of witchcraft who lived in seclusion on the island of Aea, appeared in front of her.The witch dressed herself up radiantly, raised her proud chin, and triumphantly told her the process of performing the spell.It was she who mixed the evil potion in the pool where she bathed and transformed her into a hideous stone monster!

Scylla couldn't believe it. She had never offended the witch, and she couldn't understand why she cursed herself.

Hearing her question, Circe showed a resentful expression, and she cursed: "You shameful monster, take a snapshot of yourself now. You always fail to recognize yourself, like a ridiculous buffoon in the theater! Glaucus, the god of the sea! So handsome, how can you imagine? He fell in love with you, and you dared to reject him. I hate him for being so infatuated. He ignited me with his love fire, but his love only burns for you. You count What, why do you take away my love? From now on, your suitor will belong to me, and you can only be a monster to be feared by others!"

From that day on, Scylla's world was turned upside down.Her sky is no longer blue, her flowers and plants are no longer fragrant, birds see her and fly around, hunters see her and run away.She became a monster, a terrible monster.The male god who once admired her and the goddess who was jealous of her have become out of reach.She's just a poor monster trapped by a stone wall.

Scylla choked up and finished talking about her experience, and Poseidon couldn't help feeling that a woman's jealousy can really kill people.

"Stranger, my friend, thank you for listening. I feel so much better now that I've said these things," Skoura said.

Poseidon didn't dare to take credit: "It's nothing, there is no need to say thank you."

He didn't expect that Scylla, who was a sea nymph, didn't know him.It seems that in the vast ocean, not everyone knows him, maybe sea nymphs like Scylla who don't want to fall in love are consciously or unintentionally avoiding his big stallion, right?

"No, no," Scylla insisted: "You can listen to me, which is the greatest gift that the Great Mother has given me! Unfortunately, I have nothing to give you in return. You know, I can never leave this place again. The stone wall..." At the end, Scylla's voice became low and depressed, just like her sky, full of haze.

Poseidon felt sorry for her too.She was just loved and pursued, and then obeyed her heart and rejected the suitor. In this matter, what did she really do wrong?not at all.

He wants to help her, let the dusty pearl shine again.

Poseidon pursed his lips, searching his mind for a solution to the problem, and he really found it.

"Don't rush to say such frustrating words." Poseidon smiled comfortingly at Scylla, dispelling the haze in her heart.

"You still have time, you can think about what you will do after you regain your freedom—"

As soon as the words fell, the sky and the earth changed completely, the sea surface rolled up waves, and the trident appeared in Poseidon's hand out of thin air.

In the deep sea, the rumbling noise disperses fish schools and shakes the continuous coral reefs, as if responding to the call of the trident.Amphitrite was playing the pan flute, and the sound of the flute was swept away by the vortex.The blue-haired sea nymph poked her head out of the cave in the deep sea, waved at him, and shouted: "Poseidon is showing his prestige on the sea again, Ann, come in and hide quickly, don't let him find you!"

Speyer, who lives in a cave in the sea, is a caring sea fairy. She knows the character of her only brother very well: a male god who seems to care nothing, but actually doesn't like being called by his full name, and doesn't like to be called by his full name. He loves to hear his destined lover mentioned before him.However, she had to remind him not to let him fall into the spider web of the Goddess of Destiny, after all, none of them wanted to make the prophecy of the great father god Nereus, who is good and bad, come true, and watched the romantic Poseidon Dong took away their only younger brother.

Pulled by Speyer, Amphitrite walked into her deep cave.His expression didn't change at all, he was still indifferent, showing no emotion, as if he didn't care about his destined marriage partner.As it was, he didn't feel that Poseidon's affairs deserved his attention.

On the island, a strong wind blew up Poseidon's clothes and broke his hair rope.His black hair fluttered wantonly, like a pair of sharp knives, cutting everything in the world, and he couldn't allow anything else to fall into Scylla's eyes.However, what is more eye-catching than his black hair is the smile on his lips.His smile was so shallow and yet so determined, as if the gentlest and most firm meter of sunlight on the top of Mount Olympus was shining on Scylla's heart, dispelling all her sorrows.

With a sound of "Du", the trident smashed on the stone wall, and the clear spring splashed.

When Scylla recovered from the shock, she felt the holy spring water splashed all over her head and face, her limbs were no longer stiff, her divine power gradually recovered, and she moved freely.The clear spring was spread into a white ribbon, gently swinging in front of her, sending her step by step down the stone wall and back to the soft grass.

The moment his foot stepped on the ground, Scylla almost shed tears.She knelt down by the pool, scrutinized the familiar face reflected in the water, and then looked up at Poseidon, grateful: "Thank you, Your Royal Highness, for giving me a new life!"

Being able to use a trident and chisel out the spring water to cleanse the soul, the identity of the black-haired male god is beyond doubt.

It was Poseidon who gave her a new life.

She, Scylla, is back!