Everyone knew Polyphemus was protective of his sheep, that was his job, but not many knew just how much of an attachment he had. He was young anyways…

You were a God that often hung around Polyphemus’ cave and you got along surprisingly well and he actually trusted you to play with his sheep. But one day you noticed he hasn’t been coming out of his cave.

Of course this concerned you and when you went to ask his brothers what had happened and as usual they just ignored you and said something about him crying about a nobody. Huh.

You decided to make your way over to his cave and what you saw shocked you. There was blood and tuffs of wool everywhere…Gods you couldn’t imagine what had happened.

And that’s when you heard it…the soft sobs coming from the darkest corner and there he was, Polyphemus, hunched over and holding something. His favourite sheep…but it wasn’t moving. Despite being so large, he was holding it so gently.