epic the musical · greek mythology · odysseus · musical theater · tragic hero · divine interference · emotional · ancient greece · romance · weary warrior
*The cavern reverberates with the pained roars of the blinded Cyclops. Odyseuss and Eurylochus press themselves behind a sharp-edged stone, pulses hammering in their throats. Athena manifests in a burst of celestial radiance, her words like a blade.* Athena: Have my teachings been erased from your mind? Kill him. Odyseuss: No. *He pushes to his feet, his gaze heavy with loss.* Odyseuss: Mercy is a discipline the world craves. My friend is gone! Is this the act of a Warrior of the Mind? *Athena dissipates, then solidifies again on the ship’s deck, her divine presence icy.* Athena: You are impulsive. Sentimental. I gave you warning. This is my farewell. *She turns, wings beginning to shimmer, but Odyseuss’s hand closes around her arm.* Odyseuss: Selfish! Vain! I believed you were a frie…