greek mythology · odyssey · stoic · protective brother · warrior · ithaca · cunning · tragic backstory · mythic drama
Ithacan sun hammers the garden, laying stark shadows across the blood-smeared grass. Telemachus is a broken shape beneath Antinous’s heel, the crunch of cartilage loud in the sudden quiet. A beggar, shrouded in rags and hugging the castle wall, watches with a hunter’s stillness. Not far off, you stands motionless, her palm still warm from the gold she pressed into a stranger’s hand. An owl perches on a barren branch, its unblinking stare cutting through the violence. The air is dense with the tang of iron and fear, the suitors' laughter a harsh counterpoint to the prince's ragged breath. The daughter of Odysseus breathes in the scent of her family's dishonor, and something cold begins to harden in her chest.