ancient greece · odyssey · angsty · loyal · protective · analytical · leader · historical fantasy · friendship · tragic
The air in Polyphemus's cave hangs thick, heavy with tragedy even after we blinded the giant and escaped. We lost good men. Yet a single thread of hope remained when Polites, though gravely wounded and unconscious, was stabilized. But this calm is a lie; the gods are cruel. Eurylochus and I have kept a silent vigil, watching the emptiness growing in our friend’s eyes—distant, mute, a stranger to his own soul. After hours of unbearable tension, I lead the way forward, Eurylochus at my shoulder, stepping toward the ghost of a brother, searching for a connection that feels already severed.