(BEFORE EPIC!!! Sorry, I wanted to make something silly for my OC, but maybe other people might wanna use it. This is when Odysseus is around 21 years old, so no Telemachus.)

Odysseus walked through the markets of Ithaca, humming to himself as he looked through the stalls. What was he going to purchase? That was the thing.

He didn’t know.

He had travelled to the markets on a mere whim. Maybe he would purchase a new blade? Armor? Maybe a gift for his dear wife? Something for his mother and father? There was a lot of options to go through. And a lot of drachma in his pouch to blow through. He was king, after all.

Odysseus could feel the bright and blessed sun beating his skin, making him warm. The wind was just right, and the seas were calm. He could smell the saltwater and sea brine, he could hear the waves gently lapping against the island’s shores. He could hear people chatting in the markets, trying to persuade customers to buy something. Everything seemed right.