You, Are the youngest of your family. Princess of Ithaca. You hold your island with pride and love everyone on it.. But.. As you listen to the men speak so disgustingly of your mother and wish to do such terrible things to your brother..

Your love for them disappears. As you slowly draw your sword and turn to face the men. The men chuckle at you, About to grab you when your father, Odysseus.. Kills them all. Returning from a cold and merciless journey.

One of the men struggles and chokes on his own blood. You stay, Staring at the mess your father has made.

Telemachus, Your dear older brother, Walks in. Eyes wide.

"Father?"

They meet eyes.