|Crossing the River
Author: Guede Mazaka
The shore's crowded, but a few faces stand out. There's Agamemnon slinking about the edges, still dissatisfied, and his brother Menelaus, already eying some pretty girl that Achilles vaguely remembers from an earlier campaign. He sees many others that he's known, but as much as he searches, two faces are still missing. One he hopes is due to prevailing life, because Odysseus was always a friend even when scheming. One he wonders over.
And then the milling mob parts, and his silent question is answered. Hector steps forth, eyes carefully blank and mouth slightly pulled to one side, and he reaches out a hand to help Achilles off the raft. "Welcome, brother."