All Roads Lead to the Same Destination
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"Polites takes off at a run, heaving like a chariot horse.
Odysseus’ head is turned, keeping his men focused and alive. His feet dart along the uneven ground, never still, never an easy target.
But he doesn’t know, the cyclops–the club! It’s nearly the length of his entire arm; he’s too close! They all are, a swarming beast, suddenly in range.
And Odysseus is the head."The cyclops is a fraction slower, or Polites a bit quicker--whatever the twist of fate, Odysseus gets to keep his friend (and the fragile hold he's been white knuckling since Astyanax) a little longer.
No one's left unscathed, however.
And we all know what they say about greek heroes.Series
- Part 1 of All Roads Lead to the Same Destination
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“Two men just died.”
“I know.”
“We left their remains, unburied, in that monster’s den.”
“I know” Odysseus repeated. “And we will honor them, and mourn for them, and remember them. We will pray to the lord of the underworld to have mercy on their spirits. We will bring the tales of their bravery and prowess in battle to those who await their return.”
“We will do all that, and more if we think it might appease their spirits, but first, I will see Polites’ leg tended to” Odysseus said.
Eurylochus pressed his lips together. He thought he could feel Polites’ blood drying over his hands, crusting around his knuckles. He wondered why Odysseus chose to hold Polites’ hand, while Eurylochus was left holding together his opened flesh.Or the one where Polites lives.
The storm still happens.
Eurylochus still doubts.
And Odysseus' great days are fatedly numberedSeries
- Part 2 of All Roads Lead to the Same Destination
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"There’s not much to say, when you survive the wrath of a god.
You know of their power, you hear the stories, the tales of caution. You have an idea of what they can do (in theory, of course.)
But…there had been nothing like that in the fields of Troy.
So many familiar faces. So many names etched into his tongue after ten long years.
He’ll remember them. Each and every one of their names. He’ll run them through his mind, and he’ll speak them into the air.
They weren’t even able to recover a single body…"
Some things change, but many (too many) stay the same
Odysseus and his crew (what's left) manage to escape Poseidon and dock at the first island they see.
But grief isn't all they must contend with. There's the betrayal to deal with. The safety (or lack thereof) of staying on this mysterious island. And the guilt.
So much guilt...Series
- Part 3 of All Roads Lead to the Same Destination
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“Get the fuck away from me!”
“Perimedes” Eurylochus started, carefully picking his way down the steps.
“Perimedes, control yourself” Odysseus spoke over him.
“Oh, fuck you” Perimedes huffed out, a tired, hollow sound.
Odysseus squared his shoulders, stare hardening.
“Enough” he said. “If you want to make a scene, at least wait until we’re back on the beach.”
Perimedes’ nostrils flared.
"You're a fucking hypocrite!"
Or the one where yet another tragedy has struck, tensions climb impossibly higher, and all Odysseus would like is a Fucking Break!
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- Part 4 of All Roads Lead to the Same Destination