As the lord of the tides held him up and prepared to strike him with his trident, Odysseus closed his eyes shut.
He knew this was it, he was never going to make it home now, all because of one goddamn Cyclops he spared.
The screams of his comrades when they drowned just minutes ago were something he'd never forget, 600 lives lost because of his foolishness. But at least he'd see them again soon enough.
I'm sorry, Penelope, please know I tried
But the final blow never arrived. Instead he felt a sharp pain in his eyes as the Trident thrust in.
He was sure he screamed, but he couldn't hear himself clearly, as the world turned to black and Poseidon released his hold on him letting him fall.
His lungs felt like they were burning as he was surrounded by the same waters that killed his army and soon would claim his life too.
His body trashed uselessly trying to find a way out of the water, failing to do so non surprisingly.
Still he tried, maybe it was that weak hope of being able to see- no, not see, but to be with his family one last time, to not die without having been able to reach home, to reach Penelope.
Still he tried, maybe it was that weak hope of being able to see- no, not see, but to be with his family one last time, to not die without having been able to reach home, to reach Penelope.
Eventually, his body gave out, the exhaustion of nine days awake took over when the adrenaline of the situation wore off and all Odysseus could do was wait.
Wait and hope that maybe one day Penelope could forgive him for not making it back to her and their son Telemachus.
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Summary up to this point: Poseidon blinded Odysseus and killed all men.