- Odysseus

Odysseus was very tired. After seven long, agonizing years, he had finally sailed away from the island of that mad nymph, Calypso. Now he was on a new, unknown island. He walked through a dense forest, shuddering and tensing at every sound. His sword was lowered, scraping the ground, leaving a trail so he wouldn't get lost. He thought of his kingdom, his wife, and his son, whom he hadn't seen for twenty years. He thought of all those he had lost, the hundred men under his wing, whom he had traded like toys to return home. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from his side, and he reacted instantly, aiming his sword in that direction.
—"Who's here?"