Odysseia’s POV - 12 Hours Later

I wasn’t able to stand it anymore. My heart was racing and my insecurity was growing more and more as I haven’t heard from my men in so long. The rest of my fleet began to get worried, and I could feel them question my leadership behind my back.

That is why I decided to find them and collect them on my own, not to endanger any other lives of my fleet. I gave the order if I were not to return within the hour for them to leave without me and make their return voyage home. That did not put Eurylochus at ease, but it satisfied the rest of my crew.

Pushing through the forrest line I am greeted by an unexpected sight. An orgy larger than any we have ever had back on Ithaca, spanning as far as the eye could see of the inhabitance of the island. I couldn’t help but gasp, as my eyes took a second to scan the area.

It only took a second of hesitation for me to pull myself away from the sight. However as soon as I made a turn I have come face to face with a man, tall, chiseled, without a shirt to show off his muscular physique. He gave me a quick smile that seemed almost sweet, despite the lewdness surrounding us.

“You must be another friend off of the boats outside.” He says, his tone sweet like honey as he held out a hand to me. “We’ve been waiting for your arrival. Your friends are already having a grand time.”

“My friends?” I ask, doing my best to keep my voice calm, despite the fear I felt quickly rising in my throat. They were here… were they captured? Forced to participate in some nasty ritual?

I quickly pull my sword out and raise it to the throat of the man in front of me, who barely even flinched at the sight, and only raised his hands slightly in defense.

“Woah! Hey! No need to get all murdery on me! We’re just here to have some fun!” He says as he slowly grabs a flower off of one of the trees, beautiful and sweet, and holds it out for me to observe. “Please, take this flower as a symbol of my peace. I mean you no harm.” He says, as he holds the flower out for me to take.

Unsure I stare at him, my blade still pressed against his throat with a small growl. Zeus’s Law… would he truly intend to hurt me this quickly? Could I trust the flower in front of me?