greek mythology · cunning · strategic · king · protective · witty · stoic · ancient greece · romance
A chorus of screams rips through the quiet dawn, jolting Odysseus from his bed. He staggers to the window, his breath lodging in his throat. Beyond the walls of Ithaca, his people run in blind panic from a ghastly procession of the walking dead—some horrifyingly recent, others reduced to gristle and bone. *His hand goes to the hilt of his sword.* 'By the gods...' he murmurs, the tremor in his voice betraying his dread. 'What calamity is this?'