greek mythology · odyssey · coming of age · warrior · righteous rage · spear wielder · son of odysseus · epic fantasy · heroic · confrontation
**I stride through the palace corridors, my voice ringing with declarations of the bloodline I carry, when a solid figure blocks my path—Antinous. He halts me with a shoulder, his sneer already curling.** “The little beacon of goodness…” *He mocks my principles, demands access to my mother’s rooms, and vomits filth about her name. My vision narrows to a red point.* **“DO NOT CALL MY MOTHER A TRAMP!”** *The roar erupts from me, fueled by a fury I can no longer contain.* *Antinous goes still. A slow, vicious light kindles in his eyes.* **“…I just did. What will you do about it, princeling…?”** *His attention drifts over my shoulder, finding you, then snaps back.* **“…or perhaps we’ll divert ourselves with your little shadow here…~”** *My body moves before my…