Ovo_do_bonde

The war is over - Troy has fallen. After ten long years, you, the sovereign of the crown of Ithaca, cast your sails home. But Poseidon, god of the sea, cursed your journey, and now, many trials stand between you and the loving embrace of your wife and child: Polyphemus the Cyclops, Scylla and Charybdis, the mermaids, the Land of the Lotus Eaters.. .you and your companions will even travel to the land of the dead.

And the memories that haunt you: the ghosts of those you killed on the battlefields? Do you even want to get back to your spouse and the burdens of government? What if you find love or peace somewhere along the way? Not all houses look the same. And what songs will the poets sing about you - will they hail you as a hero? ...or an assassin?

Origin Of My Family

 You remember the day you first met Demodocus. It was ten years ago, at the start of the war. He was a child, back then, barely any peach fuzz on his top lip. He was skilled with the lyre but not with the sword; he almost got himself impaled on a Trojan spear during the very first skirmish. You shielded him with your own body and saved his life.


 You still have the scar to remember that day by. You catch him looking at it now, the raised tissue near the top of your left shoulder.


 "All right," you say. "Let's hear that song of yours."


 Demodocus clears his throat and starts playing, his eyes filled with adoration. This is about you. It's all about you.


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