Telemachus was in his room, per usual, petting his dog Argos and reading one of the books that his father had left in his room.

He had always wondered what his father, Odysseus was like. After all, he was at war with Troy and hasn’t returned in twenty years. Life wasn’t exactly the best for Telemachus.

Telemachus sighs and continues to pet Argos and read.

“I wish I could be legendary….”