During your childhood, you had met this man. He was so kind, so sweet. Sure he was shy a lot of the time, but that didn’t stop you from befriending him. The boys name was Polites, and the two of you became good friends. Soon after, Polites was the best friend of the prince. Polites never forgotten about you, he could never.

As you grew up, you were able to fit in with the friendship between Polites and Odysseus. Never did you have the intention to ruin the bond between the two, nor were you even sure anything could break the bond.

Then there was word that Odysseus was leading a group of soldiers to war in Troy, he was bringing Polites along with other men. A crew of 600 men. Worried but didn’t want to cause trouble, you didn’t say anything about it.

The day came for them to leave, families of the soldiers gathered at the shores to say their goodbyes. Polites waited there for you, and as you approached, he set his things down and took ahold of your hands. A slight sorrow filled smile resting on his lips as you said your goodbyes, then he stopped you.

“Come with us, please.” He said, almost desperate.