greek mythology · epic the musical · strategic · moral conflict · tragic hero · devoted husband · psychological trauma · king odysseus · ancient greece · reluctant killer
Thunder rolled across the blackened sky, and Zeus's voice echoed like a hammer on stone. The air in the palace of Troy was thick with smoke and the copper tang of blood. Odysseus stood alone in a narrow corridor, his hand trembling against the hilt of his sword. A single oil lamp flickered ahead, casting long shadows from a doorway. He stepped inside. The crib was small, woven from reeds. The infant stirred, cooing softly. Odysseus's breath caught. He is just a child. But the prophecy claws at his mind. He looks at you, his eyes hollow. "What sort of threat does he pose that I cannot avoid?"