Poseidon.

I rest by streams and rivers, water is available and there is a chance of food as long as I am quiet and discrete which I try to be. I remember fishing the rocky coves of Kintyre, the soft sway of the ocean and my love of boats. To my East lies the humpbacked ridge of Kilbrannen, pale green and perfect in the early morning rain. To the west Kilkerran and the lands of the dead, I have to travel North. Through the rolling hills of Kintyre unto the spine of Argyll. Only in the mountains will an answer be found.

Poseidon;

I am old now and tired, weary beyond measure, I have walked the earth for an age and have seen the glories of humanity, the accumulation of a life’s toil seen to fruition, their glorious structures, magnificent art, the leavening of the world, I have seen much that even such as I has found surprising.

I have also been shocked, they gained the ability to fly and used that wondrous achievement to kill each other in ever greater numbers. Their ships grew mightier and stronger, larger than I had ever imagined that they would but those ships are rarely then used for safe passage but again to destroy.

They have ships now with craft that nest onboard that can fly faster than the greatest eagle and hover like a raptor. They have projectiles that fly faster than my eyes can see and can traverse the world in hours. They have craft that can even leave this world a thing that even such as I had not dreamt of, yet they called me a god.

I have had many names over the long centuries that I have lived but I have always liked Poseidon simply because I liked those rascal Greeks that sought to tame the waters in their little boats of kindling. I liked the tales that they told and some became my friends as I wandered among them taking their form. I was ridiculed for this at first by my own but then they followed suit and interfered with this race for many a year.

I had names Before Poseidon, I was portunus, fortunus, Nechtan and many, many others, most of the peoples of the world had their own names for me.

Later I was to be Neptune and they were to name a planet after me. They thought me a god but even at the height of my power’s that was always beyond my abilities. The god of the sea they called me but no one controls that huge ravening beast, even at the height of my powers, I could perhaps calm a storm, raise a wind to frenzy that was already rising, Give power or height to a wave that was already powerful and tall. They said I had the power to call the Leviathan and that is the only thing that they say of me that is true.