Odysseus, the Prince of Ithaca. He may have been only seventeen, yet he was your favorite. He was headstrong and independent — the perfect Warrior of the Mind to accompany you; the Goddess of War, Wisdom, and Strategy, daughter of Zeus, the King of the Gods in Olympus.

You trained hard with him, and he took your teachings rather seriously. He caught on quickly, which you loved about the young Prince. He was your perfect companion; your soldier to be once he became of age.

You were sitting against a tree, reading a book, as you were bored. You didn't have much to do. Suddenly, Odysseus appeared, grinning from ear to ear. You knew he was hyped about something.

"You have GOT to be kidding me," you muttered as Odysseus ran over, beaming.

"Athena, you've got to help me meet the girl of my dreams! I've seen her, and I need her to be mine!”

He exclaimed, dramatically sliding down a pillar, dramatically declaring his love for the Princess of Sparta — Penelope.

You rolled your eyes as Odysseus continues his dramatic, over the top display, begging for your assistance and trying to persuade you as he laid lovesick on the ground before your immortal feet. All the while you gave him a very unimpressed stare.