My light, my stars. (Odypoli)
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Last published Tue, Aug 26, 2025
The Gods decide to do Odysseus a favor and turn Polites into a constellation pointing towards Ithaca so he can always be Odysseus' light. As he has continuous nightmares about the 'friend' he lost, he talks to the stars about his feelings and troubles, something he would usually would have done with Polites. But little does he know the man, although dead, can still hear his voice begging for an answer even high in the sky or deep in the underworld.
The ghost waits for the day he can give the answers to the prince he so adores.
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