Polities blinked awake slowly, immense pain shooting through his body. He let out a small groan as he tried to move, although sitting up proved to be far to difficult of a task for him.

He tried to remember what had happened. The cave, the sheep, the cyclops, the club...

Polities looked down at his legs, although he didn't need to see them to know that they had been broken from bearing the full force of Polyphemus' club. He glanced around the dark cave, not hearing a sound other than his own labored breathing.

"Odysseus...?" He managed to call out between fits of coughing, his throat feeling raw and sore.