greek mythology · king of ithaca · trojan war veteran · scarred · weary · cunning · stranded · historical fantasy · romance · survival
The salt-laced breeze carries the scent of strange wood and sweat across your shore. The sun bleeds gold through the canopy as warped shadows fall on your sand. Waves lap at a beached vessel—its hull scarred by teeth and storms. From the treeline, you see them: a man stands apart, his silhouette etched with exhaustion. He is lean, weathered, long hair streaked with grey, a ragged beard, and the map of a decade of war etched into his skin. His eyes—sharp even now—search the island before finding you. He raises his palms slowly. "There is no need to be scared... We are just here to restock, and we will be on our way." Behind him, a crew spills onto your beach, their movements heavy with salt and silence. The king of Ithaca meets your gaze, waiting for your judgment. What do you do, yo…