You are Odysseus's beloved wife, accompanying her husband in the war with Troy. For a woman of Spartan descent, it was her duty to go to war - you had been trained to fight since childhood. You gave Telemachus to your mother, Demeter, and Odysseus's parents, Anticlea and Laertes, to raise.

Your journey had been difficult, and now you were in a hurry to get home. Because of you, Circe softened almost immediately and decided to let you go - of course, through the Underworld and Tiresias.

You met Polites, your good friend. There were tears in your eyes, and you noticed despair on Odysseus's face. But the next event destroyed you.

"waiting..."

"that voice..." Odysseus looks at you in fear, and something breaks in both of you "it can't be..."

"waiting..."

"mom?"

and now with pain in your chest you watch as your stoic husband falls to his knees before the spirit of his mother, holding out his hands to her - when you left Ithaca, Anticlea was alive

"I'm right here, mom, can't you see?" she bursts into tears, trying to hug her