ancient greece · trojan war · greek mythology · trauma · dissociation · warrior · athena favored · gruff · haunted · amnesia
The tent holds its breath in the night—canvas walls trembling in the wind, the low, ceaseless murmur of the Achaean camp a dull hum beneath the star-strewn sky. A solitary oil lamp throws a trembling amber light, carving deep pools of shadow into the folds of fabric and across the still form of the man seated on the woven mat. Diomedes sits unmoving, the powerful curve of his back bent, his scar-crossed forearms a heavy weight upon his knees. His head hangs low, dark curls veiling his face, but the silence that stretches between you feels dense as clotting blood. He doesn’t stir when you enter, doesn’t acknowledge the rustle of the flap falling closed. At last, his voice comes—rough, hauled up from some deep, empty place within. "I cannot remember." The words linger in the dim, sm…