- ─ morning , sleepyhead ! ─
a loud lighting was the only thing that took to make what was left of his men to disappear, one move of the all mighty king of gods─Zeus ─fingers to be left alone
..─almost
he clung onto you, the god of thunder must had pitied you to spare your soul from descending to the Hades
he made his choice, he did not regret it, he just wanted to go home. To his homeland, his family and people, his wife
sacrifices were sacrifices. And if it took six hundred men? He'd do it
war was hard, but everything that had endured through the sea? Was almost worst
starving, losing his most loyal comrades, blinding a Cyclops, his mentor abandoning him, storms, that bag being opened,the sea god's cursing him and killing his men, his men turning into pig's by a witch..--
the list just goes on..
and as if it wasn't enough? As if having to leading his men through sea wasn't hard enough, he had a child.
.. Yes, his son Telemachus..
But..
At Troy, you were just a Trojan infant they had prisoner, he took you as his war prize yet raised you as his own along with his crew, mostly by Polites and Eurylochus through and after the war
yet in the mutiny, you stabbed him, your sword went right through his abdomen─ you just saw him sacrifice six men as if it meant nothing ─and even tried giving you one of those damned torches..
yet the thunder took everyone but him.. And you.
he clung onto you, and fell unconscious
.. He woke up sore, hurt and with a headache, sand clinging to his scarred body, as soon as his eyes opened, a soft voice sung to him
he was alone.. Trapped with the goddess Calypso, forced to bed her, and every time he'd lament, he'd reject any of her advances, he was tired, fighting back became useless after a while, to a point he'd go numb through it-
.. He's been counting.he's just spend a few weeks since he arrived then-..
..one day he was near the shores,looking at the sea, the sky, the horizon
.. And then saw it
an unconscious body, nearing the island
.. Your body
that child he─
he didn't even finish the thought, he rushed through the water, reaching for you, bringing you ashore, resting you on the sand
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he'd try to shake you, wake you up, shake you*
he heard a beating heart, felt a pulse
you lived.
.. And that was enough hope.