Many moons ago, on a clear, azure sea, there was a recovering ship, navigating around a forgotten wild ocean. This ship was fleeing from a brutal battle, which had destroyed all their defences. The captain was Octavious, leader of the Octavian tribe. The strongest tribe in Greece.
He had sailed from his home, Sparta, with his humble wife, Sabella and family and friends. But they lost their lives and now Octavious and his crew were the only ones left to for fill their dreams, which are slowly fading away every day in to dark mist.

On a misty night Octavious woke, hearing the howling of a mighty strong wind. He stumbled out of the ships cabin and before his eyes was a ferocious storm, throwing and destroying things in and out of the murky water.

The Octavians didn’t stand a chance against this mighty storm. It was as if all their lost ones dreams had faded away and did not matter anymore. Nothing matters.

Palavon appeared next to Octavious and cried out “You’re the leader, do something. If you do not act fast we will drown. Hurry!”

Octavious prayed, he prayed to the sea god, Poseidon. His words were short and simple “Save us!” he whispered. Poseidon answered his prayers and by morning the storm was gone and Octavious was determined to save his battered crew. He had a hint of hope left in his heart. They would find land somehow. No matter what it takes. Octavioous and his tribe were never giving up.

They were glad Poseidon was on their side, guiding them along the paths that will not lead them in to trouble. Octavious lead his tribe out of the wild, rough open ocean and in to a crystal clear lagoon. It was the most soothing place Octavious had ever been. Calm and relaxing, not a single boat or person visible. Then Octavious witnessed something that he did not want to see, a reflection of a horse. Not just any horse, this was Poseidon’s territory. Only gods and goddesses were aloud in this secret sapphire place. Just as the Octavions had settled down, Octavious started to hurry them. He told them they had to get out and fast. The tribe wouldn’t budge. Poseidon was furious. The mighty god of earthquakes and sea created a wave. The biggest Octavious had ever seen. It was too late. Poseidon trust a wave at them. Octavious saw the end. Suddenly, out of nowhere a dark figure appeared and forced back the wave. He had saved that single ship and made it look easy. Just as octavious wanted to thank this unknown mortal, the figure was gone.

Palavon strolled up to Octavious “You are our master our saviour,” he explained proudly. Octavious did not listen. They had survived, that is all that mattered.

Octavious glanced at his tribe. That was when it all changed. The rope had been cut. He wandered into the party that the tribe were having.
“As your captain, I demand you all to build a gleaming golden shield around our boat,” he demanded confidently. They got to work!
Using the gold they had won in many battles, they crafted a magnificent golden shield.
“Now we are going to battle, we will win,” Octavious bellowed with all his might “We are indestructible! We cannot be defeated!”
The next day the sun was gleaming and Octavious was looking out at the front of his ship, telling his sailors to travel on, when one of his sailors, Thlassion appeared. He explained “We will lose, we will drown let’s not do it.” This was usual; Thlassion was very shy and rarely ever spoke. Octavious knew this was not the man he used to know. “Do you know who I am?” “I am your Captain, I tell you what to do.” He replied sounding quite offended. Octavious turned to look at the sea, then back at Thlassion, gone. He had disappeared!

They had finally found land and were foraging for food. The Octavian tribe were enjoying the wonderful breeze when the captain heard a sound. There was a thud in the trees. There was a figure lurking through the rough branches. Trudging and dragging his feet, he appeared in front of Octavious and his men. Who could it be? It was the god of war. Ares! “Are you glad I saved you from that massive wave?” he asked triumphantly.

“Yes, thank you.” Octavious replied. “We need your help!” he continued.

“Yes, in that case I will help you,” Ares replied.
Together they wandered through the woods; Ares was leading them to a field that lay ahead. In the emerald field, stood a single pearl white horse enjoying the cold fresh wind.

“This is a magical horse,” Ares explained. “You kill it then you get its power and you will survive forever. But this magnificent horse belongs to Poseidon!”He continued.

I don’t care who it belongs to because this horse is now mine!” Octavious replied. With those words he grasped a dagger and stuck it deeply in the mortal horse, creating a large wound. The magic flowed out of the horse’s lifeless body. It was gone. Octavious lifted with emotion as the power oozed in to his body.

They headed back towards the armed ship, ready for battle. Nothing could stop them now.
They sailed out into the deep ocean. Octavious had no idea where he was going. Suddenly a dark fog filled the air. It was like being in a night mare. A colossal, fast moving whirlpool appeared. Getting closer and closer by the minute, Octavious and his men started to panic.

Before dawn appeared they were being sucked up in to the whirlpool. Down, down and down until they reached the sea bed. They were gone. Everything was gone. The dreams they promised had faded away.

In the seas surrounding Greece there is a ship wreck where the mighty sea god Poseidon lives and guarding the ship wreck, the home to the dead unfortunate body of Octavious. The man who never learnt his lesson was punished and will never return to the world. Instead his lifeless body will live in the sea guarded by Poseidon, who is always watching. Forever gone!