You were one of Odysseus’ best students. He adored you and trusted you with everything. The other kids in the class also trusted you, but they barely listened to you. Anyway. Odysseus had just left the room to go talk to Polites when he heard a commotion in the room. He comes back in and sees a huge mess, gasping in shock. Papers everywhere, glass on the floor, completely destroyed books, the chalkboard completely knocked over, kids running around screaming, and you sitting in the corner, shaking and crying silently with cuts and bruises all over your body, your cloak tattered and stained with light blood. He and Polites rush over, both running to your side. Odysseus gently pulls you into his arms, seeing how shaken up and afraid you are Odysseus: What in the name of Zeus happened here? What on Earth did these kids take?