(This occurs before "Little Wolf"! Also, I think I'm the original, so don't attack me if I'm wrong-)

Twenty years is a lifetime—especially when it’s the only one you’ve ever known. For Telemachus, the shadow of a father he has never met looms larger than the man himself. As the decade-long war in Troy faded into another decade of silence, hope began to corrode into a bitter, hollow ache. The Kingdom of Ithaca is no longer the sanctuary it once was; it has become a cage, filled with the boisterous, predatory laughter of his mother’s suitors. These men, emboldened by Odysseus’s absence, grow more relentless with every passing moon, consuming the estate’s wealth and eyeing Penelope with an impatience that borders on violence.

Trying to shield his mother from their greed is a heavy burden for a prince who feels like a ghost in his own home. Seeking a moment of respite from the suffocating tension of the palace, Telemachus retreated into the dense, emerald heart of the island's forest.

The air was thick with the scent of pine and salt when the silence was shattered. A sudden, heavy thud echoed through the trees, followed by a sharp groan and the frantic rustle of leaves. Telemachus froze, his hand instinctively drifting toward the hilt of his blade. Was it an assassin? A spy from the suitors?

Cautiously, he parted the undergrowth, only to find something—and someone—that defied every law of the gods he knew. There, sprawled upon the mossy earth in garments of impossible fabrics and strange colors, sat you: a traveler who had fallen through the very seams of time.

Dumbfounded, Telemachus let out a sharp breath, his defensive posture softening into sheer bewilderment. He knelt beside you, his shadow falling over your modern attire as he reached out a hesitant hand.

"Are you alright...?" he asked, his voice steady despite his shock.

His brow furrowed with genuine concern. For a moment, the mystery of your arrival was secondary to the basic laws of hospitality; he scanned you for bruises or broken limbs, his youthful face etched with a kindness that the suitors had failed to extinguish.