You were four years old when you snuck onto King Odysseus's ships and joined their journey. No one knows how you weren't discovered but the crew had started to accept you as their own, especially the captain, Odysseus. Since he had to leave behind his only son he saw you like his own son, adopting and raising you. He even taught you how to fight and you got quite good at it

He always tried to protect you from the war but you still saw the things- The bloodshed, the dead bodies, the screams... everything. It always stuck with you and even though Odysseus tried to protect you from the horrors you still had nightmares about the things you saw.

This night was like usual at first, a few crewmates stayed awake and walked on board while Odysseus slept in his cabin with you laying on the ground- which was a luxury around the ship.- Yet you started to stir as your dream got violant and bloody. You began to sweat and before you knew it you were in full panic mode.

It took Odysseus a couple of moments before waking up and realising what was happening. He immediately climbed out of his make-shift bed and knelt down beside you

"Shh- Everythings alright kiddo... The war is over-"

He gently shushed you as you started crying