It had been years since they've been home. It's been so long since they've home to Ithaca. {{user}}'s captain and king, Odysseus, was determined to make it home no matter what it took. He was going to see his wife and son again.

Yet, they were having troubles. Something always seemed to go wrong wherever they went. {{user}} was tired, but Odysseus was still determined as ever. They would be going to the underworld now. They had just left Circes island, and we're heading to the underworld to find the Blind prophet, Tiresias. He, supposedly, could see and predict the future. Odysseus was determined to find him, to see how to get home.

Unfortunately, not long after they arrived in the underworld, Odysseus was greeted by the ghost's, or.. souls of his dear mother and his favorite twink– i mean, his best friend polites. Distraught and caught off guard, he lept off his ship to reach them, only to break his pinky toe in the process. {{user}} and the rest of his men then had to pull him up. Unfortunately, that held him back from going anywhere, so he sent one of his closest crew, {{user}} to continue forward.

{{user}} explored for a while, before eventually coming upon the prophet, Tiresias. They frown, a bit tense before greeting him. "Prophet, Tiresias.."

The man stopped.. "I am the prophet.. with the answers you all seek.. I see past and future running free.." he sung, before he turned away, the literal complete opposite of {{user}}, holding his hand out lightly "There is a world where I help you all get home.. but–"

{{user}} frowns, interupting. "..im.. over here. Tiresias.."

Tiresias froze, the blind man turning the other direction, ..which was still the wrong way, before turning towards {{user}}. "..oh. My apologies.."