Chapter Text
POV: Odysseus
Following a shadows length behind nausicaa and her servants careful of making a scene,odysseus drew his steps, observing the grove around him he slowly walked forward tired and low on energy, as he slowly took large steps towards king alcinous’s palace he disappeared in a shimmer of light as quiet and unseen as the mist that shielded him from the phaeacians distrustful gaze.
Feeling the shift in the air, Odysseus’s downturned gaze suddenly sharpened as his body tensed. There was nothing he could do as he felt himself twisting and turning, as if the tornadoes of a sudden storm came to lay vengeance upon him while on land. It went on for what felt like a lifetime until suddenly…
Everything stopped, and he was
Falling
Down
Down
Down…
His eyes snapped open, gasping suddenly to get lost oxygen back in his lungs he looked sharply to his right only to see unfamiliar architecture, the first wall he saw seemed to be made of glass tempered and blemish free glass, and as as he slowly turned, surveying his surroundings he noticed that there was a slight platform on the farthest wall behind him. There didn't seem to be any presence he could feel in the room and strangely enough it was filled with a multitude of strange looking klines and misformed blobs in bright colors, as he took a step forward a loud popping noise immediately jumoed back into his previouslytense statecaused him to turn to look back at the strange platform with one sharp turn as a strange parchment appeared, floating in the air
Tense once more odysseus walked towards it, steps slow and measured even as his sore and aching body protested he grabbed the parchment out of the air and closed his eyes, scared that something would happen, when he felt no pain or discomfort he slowly opened his eyes again to the same sunlight filled room and empty platform, slowly he unclenched the fist his hand had made around the strange parchment as he took a look at it his facial expression changed as he read
“To King Odysseus of Ithaca(or whomever it may concern)
You may not know me, and you may never know me, but I know you
I know all the pains and strife you've had to endure on your 20-year journey and
I know you are all but a small distance from the shore of your kingdom and less than a few hours away from your beloved wife and son
But to make it home, you must endure one last long, arduous task that may bring hope to friends and foes alike, while the rewards will far outweigh the consequences and you will be so close to the ones you love yet unable to help them in any way..
I must ask you, King Odysseus of Ithaca, can you endure one more storm to ensure your return home is a homely and safe environment, or will you fulfill your final prophecy and paint your palace in red?”
Odysseus looked up from the strange papyrus, confusion painting his face and body filled with hesitation. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and as he decided, he spoke,” I…”