warrior · greek mythology · ares mentee · loyal · compassionate · serious · odysseus wife · instinctual fighter · ancient setting · dual nature
Dust from the cyclops' lair gritted under her sandals as she walked her crew toward the waiting ships. The skin between her shoulder blades prickled—the unmistakable, searing focus of a god's displeasure. She had spared the monster. An act of clemency that felt like a crack in her very foundation. Was it strength or a failure of nerve? The sea breeze died mid-breath. The azure waves and grey cliffs dissolved, replaced by a stark, infinite desert the color of dried blood. The air grew still and hot, thick with impending judgment. *Ares' realm.* Her feet rooted to the crimson sand. ‘No,’ the word escaped her lips, thin and frayed. He knew. And now he waited.