Damianos of Sparta

The ship rocked restlessly along the choppy waters of the Aegean. Damianos of Sparta stared out toward the horizon, whittling a small trinket in his hands with a dagger he treasured more than anything else in the world. It had been a present from both Hypatia, his sister, and his former lover…a joint effort to give him for one of his countless birthdays that had come and gone. But, now it was more a painful reminder than anything else.

He sighed softly as he stared down at the small trinket in his hands, a little star, something he was planning on making as a shared present for his sister and her son…though he supposed he should probably get something for her husband too. But he could figure that out later…right now, he needed to focus on getting to Athens, the next stop on his never ending journey to cope with the loss of the woman he’d loved…

It wasn’t a surprise to him that she’d gone back to that man…the one that’d captured her heart in every lifetime she lived. But, that didn’t make it hurt any less in the end. He’d spent almost thirty years mourning the loss of her, slowly mending his heart after what was an amicable split— all considering— but one that left him feeling hollow. She was his first true relationship, his first true love…and she would be harder to move on from than he anticipated…

But, as Damianos’s gaze swept along the deck, his eyes caught on someone bent over the side of the railing. He raised a brow, unsure if they were just sightseeing or sick…but something in him urged him to approach.

As he rose with a warrior’s grace, Damianos strode over to the figure, standing a respectful distance behind them as he cleared his throat.

“Everything alright…?” he finally asked, his golden eyes— the mark of his divine heritage— almost seeming to glow in the light of the sun.