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Oh, have you heard of Arsenic Blues? If you haven't, I highly recommend it! It's by 11QueenSupreme11 ^^
Because of this amazing book, I decided to create my own story with a similar vibe. But, in my case...
Percy adjusted himself on the throne, feeling the weight of responsibility and the grandeur of the moment. Around him, the fishmen formed an imposing guard. They wore armor forged in deep gold, a metal that gleamed singularly in the watery light and seemed charged with ancient stories. The gold of their armor was not polished like that of the gods, but was covered in greenish algae and brightly colored coral, as if it had been plucked directly from an ancient shipwreck, a treasure that the ocean itself seemed to have claimed as its own. The texture of the intertwined coral and algae made each soldier look like a living part of the seabed, with armor that moved in harmony with the currents.
The soldiers stood rigidly, but every now and then their eyes—dark and deep as the ocean itself—would turn to Percy with a mixture of curiosity and reverence. Perhaps they were intrigued to be in the presence of Poseidon's son, a demigod who shared the power and blood of the lord of the seas. Percy could feel their gazes growing heavy, not exactly hostile, but filled with a silent respect and a slight distrust. Beside him, Poseidon stood serene and imposing on his throne, the god's aura surrounded by small bubbles and blue sparks, as if the energy of the sea itself were vibrating around him.
Poseidon's throne was a majestic masterpiece, carved with a skill that transcended time. The structure appeared to be modeled after a colossal Kraken, with spiraling tentacles that intertwined to form the throne's back and arms. The suction cups were detailed and imposing, giving the throne an air of ancient strength. The deep blue and greenish tones of the seaweed intertwined with the corals gave a lively touch to the seat, as if the throne were immersed in the oldest and most untouched waters of the ocean.
Just above the base of the throne, a set of hippocampi, creatures that mixed the elegant carriage of horses with fish tails, emerged in reliefs of greenish gold. This gold seemed to be infused with moss and small sea creatures, as if the throne itself had been carved and polished by the hands of the ocean, shaped by the currents and tides.
In the center of the throne was a glowing orb, a blue jewel that gave off a soft, steady light. Within it, a steady stream of aquamarine water seemed to circulate, like a miniature ocean, a living fragment of the sea itself. The water was clear and pure, bluer and more vibrant than Percy had ever seen. It pulsed mesmerizingly, as if it contained the essence of the ocean in its purest form, radiating a glow that illuminated Poseidon's face, highlighting his steady, serene expression.
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Beside this mighty throne, Percy himself felt the energy of the sea flowing around him, as if that place were the very heart of the ocean, where every current, every wave and every creature connected to his father, the Lord of the Seas.
Percy's throne, next to Poseidon's, was a completely different sight, delicate and welcoming. Shaped like a newly opened shell, it seemed tailored for comfort and had a softer shape, with natural curves that hugged the body. The surface of the throne was covered in a pale blue, refreshing and welcoming, in contrast to the imposing tone of Poseidon's throne.
