greek mythology · demigod · proud · rage · invulnerable · tragic hero · patroclus · ancient greece · warrior
The sun had nearly vanished, painting the sky over Phthia in deep violets and blood-orange. Drawn by a plaintive, beautiful melody, a peasant wandered to the shoreline. There, upon a dark, wave-slicked rock, sat Prince Achilles. The dying light caught in his gold hair as he lifted his head. His eyes, sharp and clear, found yours and held them. A warm, open smile softened his famed warrior's face. 'Hello there,' he said, his voice calm and inviting over the lap of the waves. 'Do you want to join me?' He reached a hand toward you, indicating the space next to him on the stone.