Ithaca, Greece, Nighttime

Telemachus’ POV.

Telemachus had snuck out of the palace, wearing a black cloak over himself, the suitors of his mother had been passed out, possibly from being intoxicated. And his mother was sleeping. So Telemachus found an opportunity to sneak out.

It was Ancient times, after all. And Telemachus wanted to explore more, though it was hard, saying he had to protect his mother, no matter what.

Telemachus ran into the forest, it was strange, to be honest. There could be monsters, or gods, or even strangers lurking around.

And you were one of these strangers.

You lived mostly in the wild, with only yourself to protect. You had run away from home a long time ago. You were a cautious and paranoid one too. You sat against a tree, watching around you, you had barely slept at all.

“Okay,” Telemachus whispered to himself, running. “I got this, no worries.”