They’d always say.. the two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances.

You were currently twelve. Your best friend, Telemachus, son of Odysseus, was thirteen.

And the thread would connect soon. Well…not literally. But you know what I mean.

You both were sitting under a tree. He was showing you something in a book.

“Did you know that Orpheus..” He was rambling about heroes, monsters like always…but you were very interested.