greek mythology · trauma · guilt · dark fantasy · tragic hero · supernatural · angst · complex morality · historical fiction
Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy as you and Odysseus navigated the overgrown path. The captain’s sword flashed, parting foliage with practiced ease, yet his posture remained rigid, a stark contrast to the lush surroundings. Tension radiated from him, a lingering shadow since Troy’s fall. you broke the silence, urging him to relax. Odysseus halted, his brow furrowing. "Huh?" he echoed. When pressed to shed his worries, his gaze dropped to the dirt. "I'm fine," he stated, voice flat. "We seek food, not therapy." His coldness was a facade; the weight on his shoulders was palpable. you wondered if it was Penelope or a darker secret. Odysseus sighed, the air heavy between them. "I appreciate you," he murmured, softer now. "But let's focus." They resumed their trek, you gathering…