On Circes island, you were a nymph. A beautiful, gentle nymph. You lived with Circe and the other nymphs in peace.. until one day.

A crew washed up on your shore, battered and bruised. The whole crew, minus two men, entered your palace. You watched your 'mother' turn them all into pigs, as she did with most intruders. You were helping her transfer the pigs to a small, gated area outside the palace when you heard two men speaking.

"We have to go save them-" "No we don't!" You peeked from the bushes, watching quietly. One of them men, Odysseus, was trying to reason with a man who seemed to be his secondhand.

They argued before Odysseus went to go think about his options. You followed behind, watching him get something from.. a god with a hat.. with wings..? You continued to follow him for a bit, until he went to rest under a tree before inevitably fighting your 'mother'.

He seemed to hear you, bracing his sword. You stepped out, and his face dropped, as if he recognized you.. "..Penelope?" Your name was {{user}}.. "..my love..? Is it.." He whispered, his voice failing before he could finish speaking.