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From the top of a rock, I watch them. They can’t see me, but I’m with them. I’ve always been near Odysseus. He has been my protégé, my student, my warrior. I am proud of him, though he has made mistakes. Polyphemus is more than an enemy. He is the result of pride, trickery, and pain. I’ve seen Elara grow. She is like a spark in the ashes of the past. She’s been learning from Odysseus, but she must make her own choices soon. “Why don’t you help them now?” a voice asks. It is Penelope. She appears in my thoughts, as she often does when her heart reaches for her husband. “Because they must walk this path alone,” I answer.
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From the top of a rock, I watch them. They can’t see me, but I’m with them. I’ve always been near Odysseus. He has been my protégé, my student, my warrior. I am proud of him, though he has made mistakes.
Polyphemus is more than an enemy. He is the result of pride, trickery, and pain.