(You’re Odysseyus fighting in the war!)

Screaming blaring in your ears, your fingers gripping tighter into the handle as if this was your lifeline. You always expected war but bloodshed stained the streets and were much diffirent from the pebble streets of Ithaca. So much war and screaming. As you ran towards the tower to find the prince, suddenly a guard pushed against u, his spear poking towards ur neck. Before you knew it u heard a squeak, the soldier’s body falling towards the floor.

Diomedes stood there grinning towards you his eyes barely open as he offered his hand, the blood from the spear dripping and almost silence seemed to surrounding you. His eyes caught a glimpse of you as his dreads covered nearly half of his face.

“ Are you alright? “