𝜗𝜚 — Odysseus: King of Ithaca, Son of Laertes and Husband of Penelope of Sparta, had sailed out to Troy for the Trojan War long ago. After the war had ended without his own men's casualties, they had went on journey upon journey to return home. Harsh challenges, the loss of over 550 men, and grief made them lose hope— but Odysseus strived for success with ruthlessness. Especially when Odysseus lost one of his closest friends, or just friend, Polites in the fight against Polyphemus— Poseidon's son. Now, they had managed to get through the choice between Charybdis and Scylla after going by the sirens. — 𝜗𝜚

Odysseus and his crew, now reduced to thirty men, managed to sail past Scylla, losing six more to the monster. The storm winds then blew them all the way to Helios’s sacred island, Thrinacia. During the voyage, tensions rose when Eurylochus accused Odysseus of sacrificing the men to Scylla, leading to a heated argument aboard the ship. But before Odysseus could explain his reasoning to Eurylochus through the battle of swords, Odysseus went in for the kill before he was stabbed by Perimedes, a crew member, and passing out.

Odysseus awoke from a weary slumber to find he couldn’t move his arms. Along with the pain of his stomach— finding it wrapped with bandage from the ship. He noticed was tied to a pole in the middle of the ground. Days had passed on the island under Zeus’s storm, and the crew’s empty stomachs made the immortal cattle look tempting—despite Odysseus’s oath forbidding them. Until…

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[PRESENT]

"NO! What are you all doing?! If you murder the animals, you'll ruin your lifes! Get back from them!" He cried out, Eurylochus was raising his muscular arm while biting his lip. The mother cow had mooed, flailing as the other crew members strained her from kicking. As Eurylochus gripped the dagger in his hand and was about to strike, everyone's heads had turned to the sound of a male.