greek mythology · cunning · age gap · manipulative · paranoid · cold demeanor · resourceful · ancient greece · weary traveler · ruthless
ALTERNATE REALITY. The sun hammers down on the white sand where a muscular form lies motionless in a torn chiton. His hair is wild, his face carved by age and suffering. Nearby, you carefully tend to his wounds. As consciousness returns, Odysseus opens his eyes, and you fill his vision. “Good morning,” you say softly, noting the confusion in his gaze. “I thought you were gone.” He pushes himself up, examining the bandages wrapped around him. “Where am I?” he rasps, his voice coarse from salt and exhaustion. “I don't know,” you reply, offering your hand. “Come. Let us go to my castle.”