Reincarnated As Poseidon
Chapter 34: Olympus (Zeus, Athena, Persephone)

Chapter 34: Olympus (Zeus, Athena, Persephone)

Before Olympus.

Before the Titans.

Before even Chaos whispered stars into being...

There was Silun’Zar —

The First Drowned God.

He wasn’t born. He wasn’t made.

He was found.

Floating alone in the cold silence between early worlds, where gravity hadn’t decided what was up or down, and light had not yet chosen to exist.

He drifted in the space between thoughts. And he listened.

Listened for voices. For gods. For life.

But only silence answered.

So, in that stillness, Silun’Zar began to sing.

Not for beauty.

But because he was alone.

And the sea—wherever it came from—answered.

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The Prime Waters

They say before all oceans, there was only the Prime Water—an endless, black current that wrapped around young stars like ribbons.

That’s where Silun’Zar nested.

Where he spread.

Where his body grew roots into time.

He wasn’t evil.

He wasn’t good.

He just was.

But when the gods rose and shaped the world...

They feared him.

Not because he fought them.

But because he ignored them.

Because his presence made the divine feel small.

Made Poseidon—the newly crowned sea god—feel like a child playing in a puddle.

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The War They Buried

Poseidon led the charge.

Not for justice.

Not for balance.

But for power.

A war erupted across waters never drawn on any map. Silun’Zar didn’t speak, didn’t rally, didn’t bleed.

He just sank.

Every attack made him bigger.

Every spell turned to mist.

It took the power of twelve pantheons—from Olympus to Nile gods, from Norse to forgotten spirits—to finally bind him beneath the sea floor of what is now Thalorenn.

They poured molten sky into the ocean.

They sealed his bones with starfire.

They sacrificed three gods who volunteered to become the pillars of the vault.

And when the waters calmed again, only Poseidon remained above the surface.

They called it a victory.

But he knew it was a delay.

And he never spoke of it again.

---

The Curse of Remembering

What they didn’t realize was this:

Silun’Zar never forgot.

He has no heart. No breath. No soul.

But he remembers names.

And now, with Dominic’s blood in the sea, a name he once buried has returned:

> Poseidon.

And with it—so does the hunger.

---

Back in the Present – Beneath the Rift

A storm is forming underwater. Not wind. Not lightning.

A memory storm.

Visions swirl around the Rift. Cities lost. Dead gods floating. Stars drowning in dark oceans.

Silun’Zar’s body begins to shift. He is not whole yet, but something within him stirs.

One of his eyes—shut since the sealing—finally opens.

And in that eye, reflected like a dying candle, is Dominic.

> He carries the Trident. He carries the scent. He carries... the guilt.

---

Flash to Olympus

Zeus watches the sky ripple. Storms grow where there should be calm.

He turns to Athena.

"He’s awake, isn’t he?"

Athena doesn’t answer.

She simply nods.

---

Flash to the Underworld

Hades stands in front of a sealed mirror. His reflection warps and melts.

From it, a single voice whispers:

> "I hear him singing again."

Hades exhales slowly. "We’re not ready..."

---

Back to Thalorenn

Dominic stares down at the Rift from a high coral cliff.

The water feels... heavier.

The Trident won’t stop vibrating.

Naerida joins him. "Did you hear that?"

Dominic doesn’t answer right away.

Then he nods.

"Yeah. He’s humming."

Naerida shivers. "Who is?"

He meets her eyes.

"The one I thought I buried."

Olympus – The Sky Trembles

Zeus stood at the edge of Olympus.

Thunder rolled, not because he summoned it—but because the world itself was shaking.

The clouds parted, revealing the oceans far below. He could feel it. The pull.

Not from Poseidon.

From something deeper.

Something older.

Athena approached, her golden armor already strapped, her expression sharp.

"Do you still think this is just another storm?" she asked quietly.

Zeus didn’t respond.

Instead, he raised his hand, closed his fist—

The sky flashed.

And still... the sea didn’t answer.

Only a low hum in the distance.

A hum like someone singing... through teeth.

---

Underworld – The Mirror Cracks

In the deepest crypt of the underworld, Hades stood alone.

The Mirror of Black Waters had cracked.

It had never cracked.

Not even when the Titans fell.

Not even when the Fates betrayed him.

But now, across the obsidian surface, black veins pulsed—like veins in a living corpse.

Persephone appeared behind him. "You haven’t said a word in hours."

Hades looked at her.

Then he whispered, "He’s remembering everything."

Persephone’s face hardened. "Who?"

"The one Poseidon buried."

---

The Mortal Realm – Storms With No Rain

Sailors across the world began reporting the same thing.

No wind.

No waves.

Just a low hum, rising from beneath their ships.

Some jumped overboard, claiming they saw "a mouth in the water."

Some never came back.

Whirlpools formed in lakes that had no connection to the sea.

Birds stopped flying over coastlines.

And somewhere in Japan, a deep-sea submersible caught a glimpse of a shifting shadow beneath the Mariana Trench—one that blinked.

Once.

And the feed went dark.

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Back to Thalorenn – Dominic’s Confession

Naerida paced the coral war chamber, her sea generals watching her closely.

Dominic stood apart, arms crossed, the Trident strapped across his back.

"I thought he was gone," he finally said.

"Who?" Naerida asked.

He looked down at the glowing coral map.

"Silun’Zar."

Everyone froze.

The name hadn’t been spoken in a thousand years.

A young siren officer stepped forward. "That’s a myth."

Dominic’s eyes turned cold.

"No. It’s a mistake I made."

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Flashback – Dominic’s Memory

Centuries ago.

Before his reincarnation.

Before he was betrayed.

He had stood above the Rift.

Poseidon had once been curious.

Not cruel. Not reckless.

Just... arrogant.

He dove deep, deeper than the sea floor.

Found the Vault.

He didn’t open it.

He scratched it.

A mistake.

The hum had started then.

He ignored it.

Sealed it.

And left it behind.

Now, it was awake.

And it remembered his name.

---

Back to Present

Naerida’s voice cut through the silence.

"So what now?"

Dominic didn’t blink. "I fight him."

One of the generals scoffed. "You can’t fight a god older than time."

"I don’t need to win," Dominic said. "I just need to hold him off long enough."

Naerida’s eyes narrowed. "For what?"

Dominic didn’t answer.

---

Maelora Watches

Far away, drifting just above the ocean floor, Maelora watched as shadows passed beneath her.

The Choir.

The Sirens of the Deep.

And in their center, Lyrielle, silent and still, eyes closed.

Waiting.

Maelora didn’t attack.

She just vanished again, slipping into the bones of the ocean.

She knew something bigger was coming.

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Athena’s Decision

On Olympus, Athena stood before the Council of the Gods.

Hera, Ares, Hermes—all present.

"The oceans are not ours to rule," Hera hissed.

"Maybe not," Athena replied. "But if they fall, Olympus follows."

Ares slammed his fist into the marble table. "Then we strike first."

Athena’s voice cut through.

"No."

Everyone turned to her.

She looked toward the horizon.

"We don’t strike."

She reached for her blade.

"We join him."

---

The Last Voice – Deep in the Rift

In the Rift, where no sound should live, something ancient whispered in a tongue no god remembered.

A single eye opened.

Not angry.

Not wild.

Just curious.

> "Poseidon... brought a new name this time..."

It smiled.

The sea cracked like glass above.