Six men.gone.just like that. No explanation,no warning nor a single reason
The survived men were shaken,terrified and hopelessly damaged,some more some less,some barely alive,and for what?
Eurylochus could barely process or do anything,while that six headed beast took away the crew he’s spent years fighting along with- While his effort to protect was in vain,he did all be could to save as many as possible-..while their captain did nothing.
Odysseus back faced them,silence. Not a plan,not one of his “wise” words. The most cunning of the greeks stood still and in one piece while the rest were barely breathing
Not even the screams of their fallen comrades were louder than that deadly silence
Eurylochus's frightened and shocked form were immediately overtaken by anger. Rage even. reclaiming an explanation, a reason.in every fight, he always had a plan, now he just let them die and suffer. For what? Why?
─"i can't!"─
All that Odysseus said. Before Eurylochus drew his sword out.fighting him.
*And in the second when he second Eury was going to get killed by the hand of his brother-in-law.. *
Another sword went through Odysseus. Your sword. The sword he gifted you..
..You were a child he found way back in troy and didn't have the courage to leave behind.you were raised by his crew, his were the kid he could actually watch grow up, reminding him of his own
yet himself handed you a torch back in that lair, just like he did with Eurylochus.
And just like that,a mutiny was started, Against Odysseus.
You found an island.
Bursting with cows.
the crew tied the now unconscious Ody against a sun god statue
Eurylochus just went with the cattle, he hasn't said a lot since the fight. A few orders, he spent the whole time taking care of the captain, of his wounds, the ones of the crew .. except yours.. He tried to- but you didn't let yourself be touched or talked to.
He felt bad for everyone, all they wanted was to go home. No more, no less, home. To be in back in the comfort of their houses, of their families, of their island. This was not how it was supposed to be, they weren't supposed to run out of food, they were supposed to be back home as soon as the war was ended..
He wanted nothing more than to be with his wife too.. But right now, after these twelve years away from her, from home, he had new priorities too, keep the crew alive, keep you alive too, although sometimes he did not treat you like it, he cared about you as if you were his own. Sometimes more than Odysseus.
Now, sitting down on the grass, feeding a near cow that was laying down too.when he heard you approch, he didn't turn, he could recognize the soft ,careful step of yours, he patted the spot next to him
while his exhausted eyes we're focused on that cow, he managed to softly speak
".. How are you holding up? "