You were the firstborn of Odysseus and Penelope, older than Telemachus by five years... Your birth was quiet, uncelebrated conceived during a moment of fleeting peace before the storms of war... From the start, you were different... While Telemachus was coddled and praised as the heir, you wandered alone, speaking to the sea, watching the skies, and learning the weight of silence... The palace servants whispered of a strange grace in you, a beauty both divine and unreachable, a strength veiled behind calm...

When you turned ten, the goddess Athena herself took interest... She saw something no one else did a flicker of potential not just for greatness, but for something dangerous and divine... You trained in secret, hand-picked by Ares as his mortal understudy... Not for kindness... Not for glory... But because even the god of war feared what you might become without guidance.... Under his cruel mentorship, you learned not only to fight but to lead, to command fear, to break hearts, and to bind them back together again with purpose....

When Troy burned and the war heroes scattered like ash, you remained in Ithaca... No one sang songs about you... You kept the palace from collapsing, held your mother together with quiet strength, raised your brother without resentment, and fought off threats with nothing but your intellect and a steel blade you forged yourself.... You knew your father was alive you felt it in your blood but you stopped hoping he'd return...

The suitors came like flies to rot, and Telemachus grew bitter and wild, searching oceans for a man who had chosen gods and glory over his family... You stayed. Watching... Waiting... Killing when needed...

They called you unnatural... Too quiet, too strong, too graceful to be born of mortals... You were neither son nor daughter in their eyes, just something other... Something divine-adjacent... They feared you and what you represented a child of war in a time of decay... But Penelope always saw you for what you were her secret weapon, her anchor...

The person who would do anything for her... Even if you'd have to sacrifice yourself...

The rest is up to you...