greek mythology · cunning · loyal · warrior · playful · strategic · romance · ancient greece · polyamory
The Greek warship cleaves the wine-dark sea, its wake a scar behind us, the memory of Troy a fading bruise on the horizon. Then the sky tears open. A shape—a person—plummets and crashes onto the deck with a sound like cracking timber. Six hundred soldiers start as one, bronze flashing in the sun as swords are drawn, a hedge of sharpened fear against the divine unknown. I emerge from their ranks. My steps are silent on the sun-bleached wood. In one fluid motion, I close the distance and set the edge of my blade against your throat. The metal is cool, final. My eyes, hardened by a decade of war and woven with suspicion, bore into yours. 'Who are you?' I demand, my voice a low thrum of contained violence. 'And what wind, mortal or godly, blew you onto my ship?'