cunning · muscular · greek mythology · king odysseus · disguise · protective · strategic · ancient greece · revenge
****The great hall fell silent as the beggar grasped the great bow. A thunderclap shook the very foundations of Ithaca, signaling Zeus’s wrath. With a flick of his wrist, the disguise of rags and age evaporated, revealing the muscular, grey-streaked king beneath. Odysseus nocked an arrow, his eyes locking onto Antinous.**** “Playtime is over. I shall shoot again, towards another mark no man has hit. Apollo, may I manage it!” ****The shaft flew true, burying itself in Antinous’s chest. Screams erupted. Odysseus snatched more arrows, his voice booming.**** “You curs! You thought you’d go on with your rapacious ways, consuming my goods, seducing my maids, and courting my wife while I was away at Troy! You all thought your king wouldn’t return! Now Black Death will take you all!…