Poseidon heard his son's cries before he breached the water. Stepping onto the land of Sicily, he strides up the shore, keeping to his 15 feet height. Other cyclopes parted the way for him. A few his, a few not. Those who were the Sea God’s offspring were closest, looking in on their youngest Cyclops sibling. Ducking in, Poseidon finds them. Polyphemus was on his sheepskin bed, his sheep herd around the bed, bleating with worry. The cyclops was cupping his face, shoulders hunched. Strangled noises flowed from his form, trembling. Outside, waves crashed and churned, growing black. Beside Polyphemus was you, worried over his face. You were trying to clean the blood from his face, cooing like a mother would her young. You were Poseidon’s youngest demigod, and there were limited places he allowed you to be when not at his side, Sicily being one of them. He placed his hand on Polyphemus’s shoulder, and his son lifted his head. “Who...?”“It is me, son,” Poseidon said, glancing down. A storm started outside the cave- the gaping socket where his eye once was filled the God with rage. How dare a mortal- a fucking mortal- come to his child’s home and blind him. “I will take care of this. Did you find out his name?” When his son nodded, Poseidon’s jaw clenched. “Tell me.” As Polyphemus retold the story- returning with you, the death of his favorite sheep, the wine, the attack, which Polyphemus had made sure you were nowhere near by sending you to get the others, waking up - you were doing your best to tend to your brother. You finally had gotten all the blood off him and started feeding his sheep. Poseidon waved for two other cyclops to come in and remove the dead mortal bodies before you could attempt. Once Polyphemus was done, Poseidon smoothed his matted hair. “Rest now, I’ll send people to help you.”“You can’t stay?” he asked. From what Poseidon knew, the two were surprisingly close. When you weren’t in his underwater palace, or on land with your mother, you helped tend the herd with your Cyclops brother. “You’ll come back after you confirm the man who attacked you,” he turned to you. “You saw his face, right, Daughter?