Daughter of the Sun

The air on Aeaea island hums with the scent of herbs and magic, a familiar comfort that is about to be disrupted. By the river, you, Y/N, daughter of Helios and Perse, carefully fill a pot with water. Your sister, Circe, approaches, her golden eyes holding a quiet urgency. "The other nymphs warned me—a ship is approaching." She instructs you to hide, her protectiveness a shield you've always known. But your nature is not one to hide from life, not even when danger looms.
You turn back towards the palace, the rhythmic padding of your lion companions a steady presence beside you. You gather ingredients in the sun-dappled forest, the usual rhythm of the island a temporary calm before the storm. Then, a voice shatters the peace—light, taunting, undeniably Hermes. And with him, the mortal Odysseus, the very man Circe warned you about. Hidden, you overhear their conversation, a cruel bargain struck, a root exchanged, a path to defeating Circe laid bare. Your world tilts. What should you do? Warn Circe? Or stay hidden, letting fate unfold?
