Posieden's Curse

It was the time of the greek gods falling, christianity was spreading across the vast lands, even to the island of greece where the faithful worshipped and sacrificed to the old ways. As time began to spin forward, the belief in them grew lackluster. The greeks laughed hollowly at thier foolish beliefs as the converter's invaded thier land and burned into them the existence of God. The human mind and body can only take so much before surrender is inevitable. As the borg would say; Resistance is futile. The old gods assembled, discussing the current turn of events. All of them could feel thier powers diminishing as belief in them was becoming less and less frequent and this civilization they had built from the ruins of a grand island was failing them. Aphrodite was among those attending, and as usual she was spreading her charms thin, what little was left of them. Ares brushed her off, as did most of the gods for there was thier existence to consider, but Aphrodite could not think of this. After all, what had she need but of her beauty? Posieden, who had created her from the foam of his turbulent seas saw that she was pushed to the side in the current events and no better time was there to share with her his love for her, and reinforce her existence with his love. He approached her, and with hopes as high as his seas he told her that together they would return to the waves and they would not fade from existence, limbo would not be for them for while the thought of a face to the seas would be forgotten the seas would still strike terror and fear into the hearts of many and for a select few, love. He spoke of the beauty of his underwater kingdom and she laughed, mockery in the chiming tone as she spurned him. She was a creature of sun and light, was her beauty not proof of this? He pleaded, spoke of his love, his creation of her and her perfection but still she spurned him and at last Posieden knew failure and he was enraged. He returned to the seas as he inevitably does, sought solace there and a tempest was upon the surface, in waves as steep as mountains and in creatures that lived in the deep dark of the waters. Surfacing to carry out his anger at the betrayal of his love, Aphrodite. A ship upon the turbulent waters, bravely faced the storm and within the confines of the ship stood a girl, young, rebellious and laughing into the face of the sea. To her shock, Posieden laughed back in the form of a giant squid that people thought only myths. It terrorized that ship and dragged it into the waters where Posieden took the girl from her watery grave and granted her his own brand of immortality. To be his companion, she would linger under the depths of the water in a cage made of coral. This human, this mocking human would remember his existence. Even if no other did.

She knew his existence, that you could say at the very least. She stared at his cold face, day after day, though she knew no sense of time for the underwater kingdom held no light, no laughter, only the cold solace of a watery grave. Every day he would visit her in her jail, taunt her at first and then as his loneliness grew speak to her of things. Oh just any thing. The conversations grew stale, very quickly and he took to the surface every once in a while for something to speak of to her. Soon the image of her ebony eyes was haunting him as Aphrodite's sea foam eyes once had. His silence in this love affair as in the other haunted him, but for very different reasons this time. His cruel treatment of her brought him to the point of shame that the sea stirred melancholy as it absorbed his tears. So he remained silent and merely spoke to her day to day. Lingering on her watery voice and the fragile profile that was quickly becoming consumed by the sea. Posieden's curse was taking its toll on her, her once dusky skin was slick aquamarine and the black curls combed perpetually straight by the waves ruffling through it and tinged with the faintest of green. Those ebony eyes he had admired became mere hollow spheres in smooth cheekbones. He regretted the loss of her beauty for she had reminded him of a dark Aphrodite, as Aphrodite would appear if born of night and blooming roses. The tears she had shed had stained streaks down her cheek, and she appeared nothing more then a melancholy harlequin.

The underwater kingdom of Posieden claimed more then her features, altering the state of her mind. She could no longer remember the little details of her life before, only blurry images that brought her to a state of severe depression that haunted Posieden as he watched her silently. Her sobs broke his heart, and that of the seas for they had long since called her its Mistress, and her tears were wrapped around the embracing caresses of water currents. Those same water currents cleansed her cheeks and the sea weed growing along the bottom of her cage began to wind itself around her limbs, comfortingly. Seeing her so unhappy brought Posieden such a measure of distress, he took what was left of his powers, those that the sea kept restored within and created a trinket for her. He would leave it at the base of her cage when she was wrapped in sleep and she would wake, find it and unbeknownst to him smile.

His magic poured into these trinkets. Hair combs, a sea jewel the size of a robins egg to nestle in the curve of her breast. His powers weakened as he created them, a piece of himself within the making of each and he knew soon he would fade from existence and she would be left within the seas, buried under the waves in a cage made of coral and water. He never thought of letting her go. As much as he loved her it was the obsession of a captor afraid that his treatment of her would drive her to fly away. So he continued making her presents, dropping them off when she was asleep and missing her faint smile as she lifted them with sea colored fingers.

Another day of long talks, speaking to her of things he had denied her and he stumbled when she asked of him in her liquid voice, "You tell me of these things.. And yet there is one thing you do not tell me.." tunned, he looked at her and begged her to explain. Her expression wistful, "I dont remember my name. What is my name, Posieden?" He left her, having nothing to say to her and he stayed away for a length of time in which no presents were left and she was left to solitude but for the fishes that nibbled lovingly at her fingertips. When finally he came back to her, he was honest.."I do not know. But if tis your pleasure, I shall give you one." Casting him a sidelong glance she shook her head, and lifted those hollow eyes to the water above her, as if she could see the heavens above the waves. "I shall name myself." That is.. "If you approve?" He nodded, wishing only to make it up to her at this very moment and he would have named her the most beautiful of names, to show what she had been, what she was still in his heart and how he thought she should see herself but the name she chose stunned him, but he numbly accepted it. And that name was Aestaucia, the cursed in the language that Posieden commanded the sea in. (Aes=The Taucia=Cursed)

Existence became tedious for Aestaucia, only the favors of Posieden, the trinkets he gave her, bringing her a semblence of happiness. As she wore them, and the sea became more and more familiar with her and turned to her within her cage to control it Posieden faded from existence untill he knew he was breath away from limbo and he said goodbye to her with a smile upon his lips, pretending that he was merely going up to the surface for another journey to bring her news. She waited, and waited untill the ocean currents pulled from her the control they needed and she knew. He was gone from this world. It was that day that she stepped out of her cage, it had been unlocked since the beginning of his gifts but she had stayed. There was nothing of the surface world to offer her anymore, she was disfigured, marked by the sea and now. Lonely, for she didnt even have Posieden to keep her company and stir within her a thread of love that she had held for him. She mourned, and the sea comforted her but she turned from it, searching for deeper, colder waters where she would bury herself and lie dormant as Leviathan did. It was there in the frozen regions of the sea that she trapped herself in a prison, her disgured face turned up towards the surface waves and the sea drew from her the strength, the anger, and the sadness to destroy and carry the ships above along thier path.

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