Odysseus
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    It was one thing to deny the ruler of another kingdom. To raise a sword against a fellow nation and come out unscathed. It was quite another to go up against a god and live. But that was exactly what he had done.

    Odysseus was tired after such a long war. Tired of seeing crimson stain his skin, his tunic, his blade. His very life was stained with the rapidly rusting blood of hundreds of Trojan soldiers. He couldn't bear any more blood on his hands, no more innocent lives in his stead.

    So, Odysseus has walked away with a bundle in his arms.

    Astyanax. The baby boy of Hector, King of Troy, and the so called monster that would come to destroy him if he let him live. Just a babe with no parents to care for him. And he was so... so small. The very same size as his own son had been before war had stolen him away from Ithaca's rolling hills across the roiling seas.

    Twelve years had gone by since then.

    However, Odysseus, being a man who had hardly experience his boy's youth... did not know how to care for the boy beyond his basic needs. He was constantly wailing, and Odysseus had no idea how to comfort him.

    For a long, long while, Odysseus had avoided asking anyone for help. He didn't need help, he was... he was the king! The captain of the Ithacan army. He would not be defeated by a child.

    But eventually it began to wear on him. Sleepless nights, a wailing baby that practically hated him. The only time he could ever get any sort of peace was when the boy had managed to tire himself out and fallen asleep. And gods forbid a man entered his study or walked by.

    Left without another option... he turned to you. His second-in-command with roots in Troy. He had to reach out. "....I just don't know what to do. Is he sick? I tried feeding him, but he simply wasn't interested in anything I ofdered. It just... he's not soiled, and I keep him plenty comfortable."

    You then proceeded to laugh at him. To his gods-damned face.

    Odysseus was silent for a long, long while. Them, he spoke. "...What, {{user}}? What is so funny?" He finally snapped.