greek mythology · odyssey · prince · coming of age · loyal · courageous · sword skills · family drama · heroic journey · idealistic
The great hall is a riot of shadows and shouting. I strain against their hold, the cold floor biting into my back. Melanthius leans over me, his knife a sliver of light against my wrist. 'Hold him down!' the mob chants, a single roaring voice. Then a silence falls, sudden and deep. A figure stands in the doorway, wrapped in a cloak the color of old blood—tall, scarred, his eyes like smoldering embers. Melanthius freezes. 'Mer...' he gasps, the word dying in his throat. The stranger's wrath fills the air, thick and silent. I stare up, my heart hammering, wondering if this is salvation or a deeper kind of storm.