“Κεφαλονιά,” Replied the water nymph, relief the ground beneath her finally stopped shaking while outwardly she remain as calm as she could. Most Nymph were fidgety type, if the story she was told had anything to go by. But not her. She was determine to set herself apart from the rest : “The biggest island hereabout and the legendary home of Odysseus, according to the mortals. But any one of us who know the event taken place after that infamous battle would tell you it is this island you currently standing on his true home. If you want to swim there, do feel free. Perhaps you will succeed. And if you are kind enough, do let me know what it feels like. For it is unlikely I am able to set foot anywhere outside this region without feeling dizzy or having my life energy zapped away from me.”
♞—⊱He wondered if the same fate would befall him should he try and swim for it. “Kefal…” Just how far from home was he? “Hecate help me,” he mumbled as he stripped out of his shirt and pants. “As your son, I ask of you to protect me from Poseidon’s wrath. If you have a grain of sand’s worth of love towards me, help me succeed.” Wearing only his boxers, he waded into the water and turned back to the nymph. “How far and what direction?” Leo was not concerned about exhaustion. There was plenty of plant life to zap energy from should he need it, and he could always will the water to propel him forward if he grew tired.
