Eulises
A terrible pain in my chest brings me back and I smell salt water. Then I feel blessed dry land beneath me. Well, now I know the sea hates me as ever. But why didn't it take me? Arms are holding me up and then letting me slump into them as I cough out more and more water.
"My clever one, your time is not done yet. You still have one great trick," she whispers, cool hands petting my hair from my face as she holds me to her chest.
"It's been a while, goddess," I gasp, slowly moving so that I can look at her once again.
"Shh," there are tears in her shining grey eyes, raven black hair hanging just to her chin. She's dressed as a man as she often is. Though now her face is that of a maid and soft and filled with sadness.
"I told you. I'm not your hero," I whisper, my voice hoarse from the salt water.
"Let me see what there is to be done. My uncle hates you, but my father may see mercy yet. Please hold on, brave one," she says, holding my face in her hands like I am a child.
"Blessed Athena, let me die and have my way with death rather than live this torment," I whisper.
"I think we can do a bit better than that, deceitful one," she says, with affection. She rises. "I must go. I should not even be here. Sleep now."
"And if I say no and that I will not sleep until I am in my wife's arms again?"
I instantly black out.
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Of Waves and War
RomanceLiterature's most famous love story, reimagined for modern audiences. Penelope and Odysseus' relationship is the pinnacle of fictional couples. Retold primarily through Penelope's eyes as Odysseus struggles to return home, Of Waves and War offers a...
