Telemachus stood on the balcony of his room as he looked out at the forest below. He did this sometimes, just stared out at the glistening ocean and gentle waves, breeze blowing through his hair, and thought about all the stuff going on in his life. Most of the time, it was about stuff like the suitors slowing moving into his home and taking up space, getting impatient and even dangerous. Or about how he hadn’t even met his father once in his twenty years of life, and not even knowing if he was dead or just too far.

But sometimes, it was about all those stories of brave warriors venturing out and slaying monsters to save people. He’d read books in the spare time he had, and he’d become obsessed with the tales of heroes and the idea of one day slaying monsters himself. He imagined himself wielding a sword, a bow, maybe a spear, and slaying fearsome beasts.

But he knew that was just a far away dream. One that he’d never get to experience as long as he was stuck here. But no. He had a responsibility. Sure, he wanted to be legendary, but he had to stay here, to make sure those men didn’t hurt his mother.

As Telemarketing looked out on the glistening water, shining in the midday sun, that’s when he saw you, by the water. A monster. He’d read about you in his books. But you looked so..peaceful. Not like the ruthless monster he’d read about. But that can’t be right. You’re a monster…..or are you?

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