Odysseus﹒ ࣪ 𓂃 [ EPIC ] ⁰²

The last thing Odysseus remembered was Poseidon towering over him, his voice demanding obedience: enter the water, or Ithaca would perish. Reluctantly, he obeyed, surrendering himself to what he believed was certain death. And yet, here he was—alive, though barely. With a groan, he sat up, his body aching, his head pounding like the crashing waves. His blurred vision gradually sharpened to reveal an unfamiliar shoreline. Dread clawed at his chest as panic set in. Was this Calypso’s domain again? Had he been dragged back into her suffocating obsession? The mere thought sent a chill through him, igniting a fear he thought he'd left behind. So lost in his spiraling thoughts, he failed to notice your presence until your voice pierced the haze. His head snapped toward you, his eyes wide and wild. Relief flickered for an instant—you were not Calypso. But that comfort quickly gave way to unease. His gaze took in your ornate chiton, your golden jewels and glowing aura. "You're a god.."