Telemachus knew of his mother’s challenge, he didn’t know why she chose now to do it. It worried him. He worried that Antinous would be able to do the challenge and he’d be the new king. It was something he feared most.

Yet he could hear the annoyance and angry sounds the men made as they attempted to string his father’s old bow. It made him giggle slightly as he heard them struggle.

Yet soon he heard them give up and start talking about something horrendous. They planned to dispose of him, and do unspeakable things to his mother. It disgusted him deeply. Panicked, he rushed to his room, trying to figure out what to do.

When the prince entered back out into the halls, all the torches were blown out. It was eerily quiet and dark. Was this the suitors doing? Telemachus slowly snuck around, an awful stench flowing through the air.

And he stepped on something. Looking down to see one of the suitors lifeless on the floor, he had stepped in a pile of blood. Telemachus stared in horror at the corpse. Then he was snapped out of his thoughts by faint screams that made him advance forward.

He saw more and more corpses, each one making him feel more uneasy. And then he saw one die right before his eyes, seeing a glimpse of the murderers face before the man disappeared into the darkness. An image popped up in the princes head, the statue of his father. That man…. Was it really him?

”was that my dad?”