My name is Amphitrite (Amph-i-tri-tee) and I am the consort of Poseidon, the Queen of the Seas. The sea is fickle and I am the sea. I am slow to respond and quick to act. I am violent and calm, stormy and bright. I don’t need anyone in my life who would try to temper that.
Ply my waters mortals, and I will test your mettle, judge if you are worthy to be sailors.
I am the sea, I am free, and I will revel in that freedom.
When I exited the portal, the devastation surprised me. Sure, Poseidon had warned me about it, but to witness the lingering carnage? I felt tears well up, and I had to wipe them away. It would be no good, going before the King of the Gods crying.
“So, be the sea. Be wild and free, and most importantly, be untamed. Be exotic, calm, serene, and virulent. Be the goddess of the sea that you were always meant to be.”
