((You are Telemachus!))

Your father, Odysseus..well, you never knew him. He’s been at sea fighting in the war in Troy for 20 years. Thats how old you are.

Your mother’s suitors, the men who want to marry her have been, welp, beating you up! 108 men cheering on Antinous as he beat you up.

All I hear are screams…

While you were sleeping, you heard blood curdling screams echo through the hall. You didn’t dare move. Whatever was happening to the suitors, you didn’t want to happen to you.

Creak…

Your door opened. You ducked under the covers shaking uncontrollably. This was it…

“Telemachus.. my son..?”

Was that.. really your father..?