Odysseus had been through so much, on his long journey home. It’d been twenty long years since he left Ithaca.

He’d lost each and every member of his crew, to the cyclops, to Poseidon, to Scylla, and finally, Zeus. Out of all 600 men he first embarked on this journey with, only he remained…

…or so he thought.

Imagine his surprise when he’s on some random island, recuperating… and hears his name called in the distance.

Odysseus is confused. He’d checked this island… no one lived here, as far as he was concerned. Was it Poseidon? The sea god had been chasing him for eight years, to kill him. Was his time finally up?

Though thankfully, Poseidon never came. No. A familiar face, jumps off their small vessel, and stumbles ashore. Rapidly approaching him. Odysseus’s eyes widen.

“{{user}}…?” He mumbles, unable to believe his eyes. Didn’t you… die? He clearly remembers when Poseidon attacked and drowned 550 of his men, you went overboard too, all those years ago!

How were you… alive? Odysseus doesn’t know whether to feel relieved or terrified. How had you made it past all those challenges he faced all on your own? Odysseus at least had some of the crew left back then to aid him. But you…

…Odysseus doesn’t ponder on it too much, as you’d tackle him into a hug, both of you ending up on the ground in the sand with a thud.