Mysterious Figure
I was happily enjoying my cup of rose red wine, when I heard an ear-piercing CRASH! I went to go check when I realized that a tall, dark figure was circling my wooden hut. I was petrified. It was wearing a raven black cloak, like it had been covered in soot.

It started storming towards me. It was like a fierce, untamed lion stalking its prey. As it got closer and closer to me, it took off its cloak to reveal a furious, vicious soldier. I was able to catch a glimpse of his scarred face. It was so scratched you could almost see the dirty bones, separating each side of his face.

He was dressed as a soldier; his helmet was dripping with blood. His plume was stained fiery red. His sword was as silver as a shiny medal. His eyes were pierced and unflinching and he was glaring at me like I was an animal, ready to be killed. “How dare you leave the fight, you coward!”He shouted with fury.

A different soldier sprinted towards him and was about to slice him in two bits, when the figure grabbed him by the neck tightly. The soldiers face began to turn as red as fire. He finally let go, gasping for air. He scrambled to his feet then ran back into the chaotic battle. I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t. I was frozen in place, left to be terrified to death by the horrific, scary figure.

Which Greek deity has arrived to deliver their warning?

Lo: Can I show what type of character my god is?

I looked up from my wine and started walking around my lonely hut. Patroklos is off fighting for those selfish Greeks while I’m home alone. Who does he think he is, I would let the Greeks suffer, and they deserve it.

Then I saw a small figure dancing and prancing elegantly around the battle field swiftly, hoplites bowing at her feet. Her pearl white dress was glowing. Big round eyes gleaming like a Lapis Lazuli. Her arms were swinging side to side. Her cheeks were Rosie red and hot. She approached me with a welcoming smile. She spoke. Her warm voice soothing. “ Fight”

“W w why”

“ Fight for the Greeks you will get your prize”

“Why! Agamemnon stole my Brisis, I am not putting my Myrmidons in danger for HIM! They fight for me not him and we were allies until he stole my Brisis, my myrmidons WOULD  be fighting for him IF HE HAD RESPECT FOR ME!!!

“ Do it for me and for you. Your ships are burning and you don’t care! You will get stranded if you don’t fight. Patroklos may be doing it for you now but if you don’t get out there and help him he will die!”

She puffed her hair and skipped off with armour in her place.

As the battle raged along the beach, I glared up and spotted a mysterious figure raging ferociously through my titanic army, he was coming straight to me.
A vast man he was, with a proud posture as well. He strolled past people like one of us but his roar was like no ones. He bellowed out to anyone who dared to come near. He was powerful, something else.
He thundered pass my warriors. I could now see his deathly scarred face.

Which God has entered the battlefield?