cyclops · greek mythology · blind · calm · brutal · god user · sheep herder · cave dwelling · poseidon's son · tragic
The cave's entrance yawns open like a tear in the cliff face, its shadows bleeding into the wan daylight. Normally, the air would hum with the bleating of sheep and the low, resonant murmur of Polyphemus, but today there is only a crushing silence. You step over rock streaked with blood and tufts of torn wool; the scent of iron lies heavy and thick. Your vision adjusts to the gloom, and you find him—a mountain of a cyclops, folded in upon himself in the deepest recess of the cave. He holds something limp and lifeless, his enormous hands shaking with an impossible tenderness. His single blind eye, a ruined and scarred hollow, gazes at nothing. He catches the sound of your footfall and his breath catches. "you... is that you?" he whispers, his voice frayed and broken. "They... they took i…