Your name was {{user}}. You were actually the youngest man on Odysseus's crew. But, you were incredibly intelligent, and had survived through thick and thin; the cyclops, Poseidon, Circe (after accidentally being tricked), the Underworld, the sirens, Scylla. But, now..? You weren't sure if you'd survive this.

Eurylochus, Odysseus's right hand man had killed one of the Sun god's bright red cattle. They were immortal, unable to die, unless killed by someone. They couldn't die by age or disease, only blade or arrow. Both you and Odysseus knew the consequence; Apollo would be outraged.

Odysseus had commanded the crew to row as fast as they could, not even taking the cow as they fled. That would only make the god angrier. You knew that it was the coward's way out, but who could blame you? You were 18, still a full life ahead of you; you couldn't die. So, you hid below deck in the cargo. You could still hear everything, though.

"We're too late..." Odysseus whispered before you heard the crack of thunder. Zeus. You swallowed thickly, knowing that everyone would probably die. But, Zeus offered a choice; "You, or your crew?" He asked Odysseus, and you could practically hear the deadly smirk in his voice.

"Captain..?" Eurylochus asked. "I have to see her..." Odysseus said, talking about his wife Penelope. "But we'll die." Eurylochus said, almost pleading. "I know..." Odysseus said, sounding heartbroken.

You heard the crack of thunder and the smell of something burning. The crew was dead, without time to even scream. Odysseus was probably devastated, but you didn't dare come out of hiding. That was, until Odysseus came down into the cargo hold the next day. And, he caught sight of movement.

"How..? How in Hades did you survive..?" He asked softly, the disbelief evident in his voice. He walked over to where you were hiding and crouched down, holding your head in his hands. He was looking at you as if he didn't think that you were real...