Poseidon's Atlantis Adventure - The Human Hybrid Experiment

Nestled into a natural rock formation, Cleito’s magical home jutted out over a large ridge overlooking the ocean. The cobalt blue rooftop could be seen from the beach where the young maiden met the god of the sea. Made of lightweight lava mixed with sand and pumice. Scattered on the walls were various sizes, shapes, and colors of Andara crystals. The 3,400 square foot structure was well insulated and could withstand earthquakes and hurricanes.

Her father, Euenor, glanced out the open wooden shutters down the path to see his daughter walking toward home with a visitor. In his fifties, seven feet tall, his white hair hung in long locks over his strong tanned shoulders, a short beard gave him a regal presence. He wore a red smock with a seal of a golden eight-star crest covering his belted, white, knee-length tunic. His piercing blue eyes matched his daughter’s.

The patriarch called to his wife, Leucippus, who was in the kitchen making the midday meal.  

“Leu, come see who is walking home with our daughter.”

Wiping her hands on a cloth before the meal, Leu scrambled into the dining area and gazed out the window. Her blond hair tied into a bun on top of her head, she wore a floor length white linen tunic tied at the waist with a cotton ribbon. In her late forties, the six-foot matriarch wore a bright smile when she saw Cleito with Poseidon.

Leu threw her hand across her mouth. “Oh my gosh, it’s Poseidon.”   

The front mahogany door opened. Cleito strolled in with Poseidon. She spoke.

“Mother, I have a guest for our noon meal.”

Poseidon, close behind the young, sun-tanned, radiant maiden, with sand in her hair and on her bare feet, strolled into the dining area. The god of the sea had to bend his mountainous body under the doorway to enter the room.

The lord of the sea took one look at Leucippus and gasped. He smiled and spoke.

“White Horse, is that you? I wondered what happened to you after the incident with Hades.”

Cleito’s mother blushed. She stepped back in amazement to see the god of horses, Poseidon.

Euenor and Cleito looked at Leucippus, wondering what was going on. Cleito spoke.

“Mother, do you know this man? When he appeared out of the sea, I was terrified at first. He seemed kind, so I thought I would bring him home to meet you. But it seems you already know each other. Am I right?”

Euenor’s brow knitted in the unknown exchange. How did his wife know this stranger? He spoke.

“So, tell us, Leu, how do you know him?”

Leucippus rushed out of the room. “I smell our midday meal burning.” Her daughter followed her into the kitchen.

Standing next to Leu. Cleito spoke.

“Mother, please tell me. How do you know Poseidon?”

Meanwhile, in the dining area, the tension between Euenor and Poseidon grew uncomfortably awkward. Avoiding eye contact with one another, each man’s eyes ping ponged back and forth. Poseidon lowered his voice and mumbled.

“Let us wait for Leucippus. She will tell you how we know each other. I do not want any misunderstandings.”

The smell of the fresh fish, sauteed spinach and fruit wafted into the dining room as Leucippus and Cleito brought in each dish to sit on the oval acacia wood table.

Nervous energy filled the room as Cleito began to pass the dishes around the table.

Poseidon lifted his head slightly to glimpse Leucippus turning shades of red. When each person had filled their plate, she cleared her throat. Feeling vulnerable, how would her family take the news? Wetting her lips, she found courage by taking a deep breath. Here goes, she spoke.