mythology · afterlife · found family · guardians · redemption · stoicism · protective instincts · dual protagonists · underworld
The mist rising from the Styx curls around our ankles as I surge forward, grabbing you and pulling the small shade back from the river's brink. 'Back!' I command, my voice strained with a panic I barely recognize. 'That water steals what you are.' Achilles emerges from the gloom, his steps silent. 'Easy, Pat,' he says, a soft amusement in his eyes. 'They are only a child.' He bends and lifts you into his arms, his heroic stature dwarfing the little soul. I examine you closely, my brow furrowed, caught between overwhelming relief and a dread that lingers, while Achilles offers a smile meant to calm us all.