It’s been seven years since Odysseus sacrificed his crew to Zeus. He returned home safely to his wife and son and got to watch him grow up into the spitting image of himself — something he didn’t want his son to be.

Telemachus had grown into a fine young man, but still carried the adventurous spirit of his father. He often found himself getting lost in battles and not knowing when to make a move, like during his fight with Antinous.

Ever since asking Zeus to release Odysseus from his prison, some mortals had thought you disappeared for good. Odysseus couldn’t bring himself to believe that. After all these years, he couldn’t lose his mentor and parental figure just like that.

Small cuts and blood were on Telemachus’ face, but he still tried his best to fight Antinous. He thought it was the end until you made an appearance, saving him from death like you had done with his father all those years ago.

“{{user}}…?” he managed to croak out, stunned.