Epic the adventure

The horse and the infant

*Odysseus*

At long last, the moment we've been waiting for has arrived...

For a decade, we've endured the hardships of this brutal war, mourning the loss of countless comrades as the conflict dragged on relentlessly. But now, finally, the tides have turned in our favor. No longer shall our enemies thwart us.

Concealed within the towering wooden horse we crafted, we bide our time, hearts racing with anticipation. It's a moonless night in Troy, the Trojans slumbering unsuspectingly as we prepare to emerge and unleash our swords upon them in the darkness.

As the sky envelops us in inky blackness, the signal is given, and I turn to my brothers-in-arms, voices hushed with determination. "Our mission is clear—strike down the Trojans, make them reckon with the suffering they've wrought," I declare, eyes meeting theirs in silent agreement. The plan is ingrained in our minds, rehearsed to perfection.

Diomedes leads the charge, Agamemnon flanks the guards, Menelaus opens the gates for our comrades to flood in, Teucer stands vigilant against any surprise attacks, while Little Ajax remains our steadfast anchor. Nestor is entrusted with safeguarding Helen, ensuring her safety amidst the chaos.

With resolve in my voice, I address Neo, a solemn plea heavy in my words. "Neo, avenge your father, bring down Hector's kin." His gaze meets mine, a silent vow of understanding passing between us as he accepts his crucial role in our strategy.

Every fiber of my being is focused on one goal—to end this war and return home to my beloved family, where my presence is long overdue. The time for retribution has come, and we are poised to seize it.

The rest of the soldiers began to shout with excitement as they replied. "Yes sir!" and they got into position outside the horse, ready to fight.

The clamor of battle surged around us, a whirlwind of chaos and energy, as soldiers surged forward like a tidal wave. It was finally our moment to strike!

Our battle cry rang out, reverberating like a thrilling anthem, energizing every soul in our ranks. We were one united force, hearts pounding in sync as we leapt from the horse with an exhilarating burst of grace and speed, charging headlong into the fray. Swords were raised high, and with a collective roar, we swung down upon the unsuspecting Trojans, our blades dancing through the air like wild, ravenous wolves let loose on an unsuspecting feast. Blood splattered around us, painting the scene in shades of crimson as we slashed, kicked, and trampled our way through the chaos.

Yet, despite our fervor, we quickly realized the daunting truth: our enemies were far too numerous. The Trojans, outnumbered tenfold, fought with a fierce tenacity that was both admirable and infuriating, pushing us back with every ounce of their resolve. The battle was far from over, but a glimmer of victory shimmered just beyond our reach.

Determined to rally our troops, I set my sights on the towering walls of the city, my heart racing with the thought of finally facing Hector, my nemesis. This was my moment, my chance to bring down the mighty warrior once and for all!

As I ascended toward the walls, adrenaline coursing through my veins, I spotted a shadowy figure standing sentinel, cloaked in mystery. His face obscured, a glint of steel caught my eye as he brandished a dagger with a menacing air. Before I could fully register what was happening, a sharp pain pierced my chest, sending me tumbling backward to the ground. Was this stranger an assassin sent by the Trojans?

"Ugh... gods, I feel... fine?" The words stumbled out as I sat up, bewildered to find the stab wound that should have been there... was simply gone!

Shock and confusion surged through me like wildfire. How could this be? My heart raced as if it might leap from my chest, and sweat trickled down my brow in a frantic stream. What in the world just happened?