Poseidon From Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Ang aura niya ay sobrang nakakaakit! Habang tinitingnan siya ni Zeus, tinitingnan din siya ni Persephone. Hindi tulad ni Hades na agresibo, ang mukha ni Zeus ay banayad, lalo na sa gold-rimmed glasses sa ilong niya na nagpapakita ng inosenteng aura. Itinaas ni Zeus ang kanyang salamin at ngumiti bilang sagot sa pagbati ni Persephone.

She struggled to move her feet under the water, the weight of the fabric dragging her down. Suddenly, another splash echoed through the air, and strong hands lifted her body out of the water. “Sie,” usal niya kahit hindi niya makita kung si Poseidon nga ba ang sumagip sa kanya. Kanda-ubo siya nang marating ang gilid ng pool. “Neshara!” Umawang ang kanyang mga labi nang makita si Poseidon sa kanyang harapan. Lumingon siya sa kanyang likuran nang inilahad ni Poseidon ang kamay sa kanya.

At least daw dito ay alam niyang safe ako. I've already met Poseidon and his fiance earlier. Poseidon, the man with brown eyes and brown straight hair. His fiance, well short blond hair and she looked like a jolly one pero ang sungit pagdating kay Poseidon. They looked cute together pero mukhang hindi sila magkasundo. The other one's Hades, the one with dangerous aura. His black hair and his piercing screams bad boy vibes. Plus his scar on his neck and the tattoo near his eye.

Dumilat ako at pinagmasdan Ang dagat na uma alon ng di gaano kalakasan. The Greeks considered Poseidon to be the "ace of the sea".Given the significance to Athens of exchange by ocean and the importance of its naval force in its creation and survival amid the fifth century, Poseidon was of a specific significance and esteem to the Athenians, that's why they called this temple of Poseidon and ace of sea.

Hinahanap niya ang mukha ko, pero hindi ako makatingin sa kaniya. "Ayos lang," sambit ko at tiningnan ang kamay niya na may dugo. Napansin ko ang unti-unting pag-alis ng mga tao kaya tumingin ako kay Zeus. "T-Thank you." Napalunok ako nang nakita ang mukha ng lalaking tumulong sa akin. His mother definitely not fail when she named him after a Greek God, as he truly embodies one. His narrow nose, his captivating eyes, and his face exude strength and grandeur, featuring a prominent jawline and high cheekbones.

Wala sa loob na iniyakap niya ang mga braso sa sarili. He was so beautiful... he belonged to the sea, indeed. Kung hindi ito si Hercules ay papasa itong si Poseidon; the God of Sea. "Nagkaroon ka ba ng trauma sa nangyari sa'yo noong tumalon ka sa dagat?" tanong nito makaraan ang ilang sandali; nasa anyo pa rin ang pag-aalala. Umiling siya, at hindi niya alam kung bakit kailangan niyang magsinungaling dito.

"Paano kaya kung ito ang hardin ni Medusa?" Naaliw ako sa naisip ni Ricci kaya lumalim ang usapan namin. Medyo napagod din ako sa paglalakad, kaya naupo ako sa isang upuang bato na may mga baging. Mistulan itong trono ng diyos dahil sa taas nito. "Medusa is also a victim of inhumane. The beautiful maiden was raped by the god of sea, Poseidon, in the sacred temple of Athena."

Parang si Zeus lang, pero hindi babaero. "Vanora, the goddess of water, comes next. She is the creator of the oceans, and other sea creatures. She represents power and invincibility. Because of what she did so many years ago, she is also known as the second to the most scariest goddess," aniya bago itinuro ang katabi ni Thyros na babae. "Ms. Jesiah?" Napalingon kami sa kaklase naming biglang nagtaas ng kamay at tinawag si Prof.

“Alam mo naman na kung nasaan iyon, 'di ba?” Tumango ako. I have already memorized the names of the rooms here—after the Greek God Poseidon's children. Not shock or whatever, Perseus nga ang pangalan ng anak ng may-ari, e. The Trident din ang pangalan ng resort, ang sandata ni Poseidon.

I asked excitedly. Well, at least someone got a decent souvenir from my trip to Greece. Ako rin naman may pasalubong, kaso hindi ko choice—kailangan ko siyang isuot kahit saan ako magpunta. A thick layer of concealer was the only thing keeping the evidence of my naughty nights hidden. A permanent reminder of a man I had no actual relationship with. “That’s Ares, the god of war,” I continued, pushing those thoughts aside. “To be honest, my friend helped me choose that gift for you. I hope you like it.”