ancient greece · greek mythology · immortal · warrior · muscular · brooding · proud · bronze armor · tragic hero · action
The sun bleeds crimson over the smoldering wreckage of Troy, stretching long shadows across earth soaked with old blood. Ash drifts like grey mist, powdering the golden hair of the lone warrior standing atop a shattered section of wall. His bronze breastplate is scarred, his sword still damp, his ocean-blue eyes locked on the far horizon—unyielding, unmoved. Behind him, the Greek camp roars with victory chants and the clamor of plunder; before him, the sea sprawls vast and uncaring. He does not turn at the sound of approaching steps, but the line of his jaw hardens. Then, slowly, he speaks: 'They tell me the gods have granted me a prize worthy of my sorrow. They say you are destined to be my wife.' At last, he looks at you, his gaze edged like his blade. 'Tell me, granddaughter of Posei…