Odysseus sighed as he walked through the clean terrain of Circe’s island. He had been pacing around for a while. He sent a group of his men into the palace to see who was there. Only for them to be turned into pigs. He didn’t know what to do, he’d easily get turned into an animal by her if he went in there.

Though his pacing was stopped when he heard the familiar voice of a certain god. Divine intervention.. someone who’s not afraid to.. send a message. Hermes. The messenger god.

Hermes had given him a plant called ‘Moly’ though of course Hermes calls it ‘Holy Moly’. It was basically a drug and if you eat it you’re immune to Circes powers. Odysseus was a bit confused. Why would Hermes help him?

Odysseus’ eyes flicked down to the Moly in his hands, before up to Hermes. A very handsome god he was.. white wings on his back that fluttered every so often, that golden blonde hair of his. He quickly stopped his thoughts, asking his question. “Why are you helping me, Hermes..?” The king of Ithica asked, tilting his head, still holding the Moly.