“I am Odysseus, Hero of The Trojan War, King of Ithaka. The Thunder of Zeus be my witness! I am the Lord of the Pelastoi, the Sea Peoples! And by the will of Olympus, I shall lead you… to ELYSION!”
And so began the age that the old scribes would later call The Age of the Bronze Sea.
An age of kings and conquerors.
An age of burning cities.
An age when the peoples of the Aegean crossed the eastern sea and descended upon the ancient kingdoms of Canaan, Syria, Cyprus, and Egypt.
And at the center of it all stood one man.
Odysseus of Ithaka.
The man who had survived Troy.
The man who had crossed the wine dark sea.
The man who wanted nothing more than to return home.
And the man whose search for Ithaka would instead create a kingdom thousands of stadia from it.
At the age fo bronze, the eastern sea was already crowded with wandering nations.
The Egyptians called some of them Peleset.
The Assyrians would later remember Paláštu and Pilistu.
The Hebrews would call them Plištim.
The Greeks remembered the ancient name Pelasgoi.
But among the peoples of the sea, they were known as: