Poseidon pulled himself from the sea, laid out flat on the rock and reveled in the sunshine. It was a beautiful summer day, and he was happy to be alive. He had numerous beautiful women ready to do his bidding, control of the sea, and not a care in the world.
The sun shone brightly as he surveyed the Aegean Sea. He closed his eyes and tried to decide which female to grace with his presence tonight. He'd just decided on revisiting a beautiful blond he'd ravished three nights previous when a loud male voice broke his thoughts.
"You seem lazy today, brother. It's not often you pull yourself from frolicking in the sea, unless a woman is involved."
Poseidon opened his eyes and frowned at his brother.
"What do you want, Zeus? I'm relaxing and don't need an interruption from you."
Zeus laughed and ran his hand through his white hair.
"Whether or not you want my interruptions we need to have a talk, concerning your daughters."
Poseidon laughed. "Which ones? I have several hundred of them, you know."
Zeus's smile turned into a frown. "It's your youngest three, the half-humans, that are causing problems."
Poseidon's grin expanded. "Those three are my darlings. They never cause trouble. I don't know what you're talking about."
Zeus sat down next to his brother and shook his head. "They're telling people that their father is a Greek god. It could cause trouble for us."
"Nonsense. You would love it if the people believed in us again. Besides, who would believe them? I can have a talk with each one, if I can find them. They're off at different ends of the earth. You never know where you're going to find those three."
"I know just where to find them, well two of them anyway. The oldest is pretending to study the stars while she uncovers things that are best left under wraps. The middle one is messing with hurricanes. And the third one ... don't even get me started on her."
Poseidon stood and turned toward his brother.
"Stay away from my children. You have no right."
"I have every right. If the actions of your children risk our discovery then something has to be done. And if you won't do something to pull them back into line then I will."
"Stay away from them, brother. I warn you."
"You warn me?" Zeus threw back his head and laughed. "I am the king of the gods; you have no control over me. You will see to your wayward sirens, or I will do it for you. And you won't be happy with what happens."
A loud crack of thunder filled the air as Zeus disappeared.
Poseidon let out an angry cry and the sea below him, which had been calm and peaceful just moments before, turned into choppy waves.
He closed his eyes and envisioned his three Earth-bound daughters, each so beautiful in their own respect, just as their mothers had been. All three of them knew that their father was a powerful Greek god. It had been hard for them to handle at first, but as they grew older they'd adjusted to the fact that they were only half-mortal, and that they had some of their father's powers inside their own minds.
Iaha, the oldest of the three, was staring at the stars. An astronomer, she'd been born in the United States, but had relocated to Greece at her father's urgings. Like her mother she was gorgeous, long dark hair with beautiful sea-green eyes. She had a voluptuous figure that attracted many a man, some of whom Poseidon had felt the need to chase away.
Poseidon watched her as she leaned into her telescope and stared upwards. How was she risking exposure of her powers or her lineage? All she was doing was looking at the heavens. No one was with her.
Her father shook his head and moved his inner eye to his middle daughter, Adara. She was swimming in a pool. What could be wrong with that? Again, she was alone. She was as beautiful as her older sister, and Poseidon knew that once again, Zeus had missed his mark.
Now the younger one, if anyone was going to cause troubles Poseidon knew it could be her. The fiery redhead Aella was a dreamer, always flitting about from place to place and causing mischief wherever she went.
When he located her she was swimming, as was her norm. She was so very like her father in that respect, always wanting to be in the water, playing with the underwater creatures and enjoying life.
Zeus was wrong. They were doing nothing, absolutely nothing, that would risk the exposure of their lineage. Poseidon turned his thoughts away from his daughters and back to the beautiful woman he was planning to bed that evening. His daughters were fine, and if Zeus laid one finger on them, the king of the gods would have him to contend with.
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