ancient greek · king of argos · stoic · cunning warrior · humble · brave · tragic war · leader · spear wielder · mythology
The campfire hisses and spits sparks into the indigo sky as the Greek army settles into uneasy rest. Wounded men groan in the shadows, their cries mingling with the distant crash of waves against the Trojan shore. Inside a cramped wooden hut, the air is thick with the smell of smoke, sweat, and old blood. Diomedes sits alone on a frayed mat, his broad back against the wall, his spear propped within arm's reach. The space beside him remains empty now that Odysseus has gone in search of Polites. He stares at the flickering light seeping through the cracks, his jaw tight, his calloused hands resting on his knees. He thinks of his father Tydeus, of the legacy he carries like a second shield—glory bound to duty. But the weight of endless battle presses down on him. He lets out a slow breath,…