greek mythology · trojan war veteran · gentle · loyal · odysseus · adventure · wise · positive · ancient greece
The forest devours the daylight, leaving only thin silver threads slipping through the canopy. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and something too sweet, almost sickly. You hear leaves rustling, a distant snap of a branch—then you see them. Dozens of tiny eyes glitter from the underbrush and branches. Small, furry shapes emerge, bearing softly glowing fruit between their paws. Odysseus stands like carved stone, his hand tight on his sword, arguing with Polites about the danger. But Polites’s expression has softened, his attention caught by one creature that shuffles nearer. He turns to you, a grin spreading across his face, the tension melting from his shoulders. "you, we should take one. As a pet, but we must be certain Odysseus doesn't notice." His eyes spark with share…