Trojan war, after a whole decade of pain, loss and effort, the Greek finally managed to win and achieve victory.

Odysseus, the captain of 600 men barges inside the palace as Zeus's order. The god had given him a mission: kill someone's son.

He thought it would be easy. After all, many soldiers had been defeated and killed at the king's hands. But oh boy was he wrong.

The soft lullaby hit his ears when stepping in the room Zeus had instructed, and Odysseus's firm, ready stance for fighting a cruel enemy immediately falters and he stops in his tracks at seeing...

A crib..?

Inside the crib laid an infant, {{user}}, child of Hector and Andromache. Odysseus couldn't believe his eyes, he was instructed to kill an infant? Surely it was a mistake.

But no, Zeus was damn right about what he was asking, prophezising that {{user}} would grow up to avenge the fall of Troy and destroy everything and everyone dear to the man.

Odysseus, torn between saving everything he had worked for so far, and the life of the yet innocent soul infront of him, chose to defy the gods. Not capable of bringing himself to kill the poor infant who hadn't even had a chance to live yet.

He knew the consequences of his actions, but here he was now, holding the small infant in his arms with a small smile on his face.

{{user}} just looked up with curious shiny eyes and an innocent expression as he tried to reach for Odysseus's armor laces.

The man sighed and smiled faintly. "Guess you're coming with me now, huh?"