The wars in his life were normal, it was in a sense something part of the life of being a god, who could never be seen as someone easy to manipulate. Always to be respected by his people and then to be feared by his enemies, but despite the power circulating in his veins Poseidon King and Lord of the seas, the desire to be a father was a sharp blade that daily reminded Poseidon that with the immortality came a certain infertility, because a people of immortals would never need an accelerated reproduction rate like that of humans. Who like fireflies went out in the blink of an eye.

But the desire to be a father was greater than anything, he saw his brother Zeus being happy with the birth of his son, he saw the infinite sweetness of Aphrodite when giving birth to his firstborn, he saw Apollo cuddle his daughter Kira in a Protective embrace, he saw Athena smile without her usual strategic coldness, he told Artemis to laugh when her daughter played with a wolf, but she also saw the pain of loss clouded the gaze of Ares with agony, the god who lost his daughter. Poseidon wanted to feel all that sea of ​​emotions wilder than the waves of the Atlantic.

Because of that desire to feel alive, to feel real before the immortal world full of numbness because time took away those feelings, it took away the joy, it took away the horror because the more you live the more you see and life loses the feeling of uncertainty. It was the desire to be a father that led Poseidon to venture to the mortal land where for years he was trying his luck with the most beautiful mortals.

Until one day in February, Marianne Atlantis, a mortal with dreams and illusions ahead of her, fell in love with the incredibly beautiful and bluish gaze of a god who yearned to be a father.

It was at that moment that "La hiladora" one of the three Moiras, began to spin the fine thread of life of

Maureen and Morgan Atlantis

The reflection of the sea and the tamer of the waves.

The sons of Poseidon.