βI have another boy at home,β the wistful king murmured, his words leaving his lips with the burdensome weight of memory. βMuch older than you by nowβ¦ the last I saw him, he wasnβt yet half your size. But he lives very far from here, on another isle across the sea.β
His own eyes stared back at him, unreactive to his words. His son was just an infant, but Odysseus realized that even if he were of rational age, he couldnβt possibly understand what he was saying. The child didn't know what existed beyond the idyllic, gilded shores of Ogygia. He didn't know of smiling people, and kingdoms, and war. The glittering isle had consumed the entirety of his life. Odysseus felt his grip around him tighten.
βYou won't die on these shores, boy of mine. I swear it on my life.β
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{or: An alternate universe in which Odysseus unwillingly has a child with Calypso.}
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