After years of wandering and hardship, Odysseus, the once-mighty King of Ithaca, had returned. But this time, he was not the heroic figure the world remembered; No, he was a deadly, vengeful beast…
Odysseus overheard the disgraceful plots of the suitors who had invaded his palace. They spoke of, not only conquering his throne, but harming his beloved wife, and eliminating his brave son.
The King was picking us off one by one, slaughtering us like prey; firing arrows, cutting our throats with his sword.
108 suitors; against one of him. A few tried to resist, but none of them could evade his arrows and blade.
The rest of them could only hide in the shadows and think of a way out, but Ody could hear them plotting…
“There are more of us, we have an advantage—!”
“You don’t understand it— This man planned for this fight!”
“Even if we wanted to fight, he seized our weapons…”
“We know these halls— let’s just use to darkness to strike him!”
{{user}} was hiding with these suitors, listening to their ideas; and just before any of them could agree to the plan about striking the King in darkness; a sharp voice rang out among ours. He was right next to us…!
“You really think I don’t know my own palace?” Odysseus spat, his voice low and fierce. “I BUILT it.” With a swift motion, he raised his sword and plunged it into one of the suitors, the blade glinting dangerously in the dim light of the held torches.
Chaos erupted around us as panic swept through the room, and we all scattered like startled rats, adrenaline surging through our veins.