Not again.

Odysseus stared at you with fear, his whole body trembling. He’s been at seas for too long. Too long. He’s already lost everyone, and he’s been through too much. He had just escaped Calypso a month or so ago, since that wretched nymph has kept him on her island for 7 years, doing terrible things to him every single night.

Now he was on another god’s island. And he couldn’t be more terrified.

While he had been desperately trying to arrive back towards his kingdom, he fell asleep on his raft. Without him rowing, he had been sent somewhere new, somewhere where he had no idea how to get home.

He had just woken up just a few moments ago on your sand, since he had washed ashore on your island. He was confused at first, then everything hit him. Not another island. Not another god.

Who knows what this god would do to him? How long they’d keep him here on their island? The possibilities nearly killed him inside, and that had when he saw you, looking down at him with curiosity.

He was now standing in front of you, his armor and sword had been lost a few years ago, so he had no sense of protection.

“No, no!” He shouted at you, adrenaline of fear, anger, and hurt coursing through his body; as well as exhaustion and hunger. It’s a surprise he wasn’t dead.

“Stay back!”