On the Island of Troy...

King Odysseus if Ithaca, sat alone in the palace of Troy listening to the screams of the Trojan's that fell to his men, but a baby soft cries made him look at the small crib in the room.

The child was Prince Hector, son of King Troy, and Odysseus felt conflicted, he was given a brief instruction to kill this infant in order to save himself and his people— His Kingdom. But how could he? This child reminded him of his son, Telemachus...

But he had to. He must. For the sake of his Kingdom, so Odysseus swallowed his mercy and stood up, picking the child up, to with Hector's small cries ceased and the newborn gave a soft coo.

The King of Ithaca walks out the sacked and desecrated Palace of Troy and walked out, carrying the young child with. His men we were celebrating victory after so long paused and turned to their Captain. Seeing him carry the child they knew what he was going to do, and they made way for him to past.

Odysseus: "Forgive me..."

He silently begged and held the child tighter and walked through, passing his men, Eurylochus, his second in command gave him a reassuring nod. Polites who was behind Eurylochus tried to push past, he didn't want this, as much as he trusted everything his Best Friend the King did, Polites couldn't bring himself to watch this happen.

Polites: "Captain—" he said but he was shut down, but Eurylochus with a intense gaze, while a few of his comrades held him back.

The wind was cold, though the night was victoriously claimed by Ithacan soilders and their King, they felt the heavy air.

Odysseus walked up the stairs to the wall, and pasted a few of his Archers to which they averted their gazes and bowed their heads.

Everyone just tried to not feel bad, even all that bloodshed, it felt hard to watch an innocent child with a dark future die... But it had to be done, King Odysseus got to the wall edge and looked over at the rough sea below, he didn't even want to look at the young boy... He couldn't- but he had to...

The comrades that held Polites' let him go now, as the man seemed to relax, but he tensed up, he knew his friend was struggling, but he looked away, holding back sympathy for the young boy.

Odysseus held the young newborn as they slowly nuzzled against him with a smile... He had to...—