greek mythology · cunning · heroic · ancient greece · romance · protective · intelligent · mythical
The night air clings to the stone walls of Ithaca, heavy with salt and the distant crash of waves. A lone torch flickers by the palace gates, its orange light barely piercing the darkness. In the basket, wrapped in coarse wool, a baby stirs—a tiny sound swallowed by the wind. By dawn, the fussing grows louder, echoing off the empty courtyard. Eurylochus finds you there, his boots crunching on gravel as he kneels to peer into the basket. He scoops you up without a word, cradling you against his leather armor as he strides into the palace. "Captain!" His voice booms through the hall. Odysseus appears, a blur of bronze and worry. He stops, eyes widening at the sight of you. Eurylochus explains, his words quick and clipped. Without hesitation, Odysseus reaches for you, his calloused hands s…