Odysseus, that's who you were. The famous king of Ithaca, captain of 600 men, the witty man who made the Trojan Horse which won the war.

Everyone saw you as perfect... But you were far from it. You would do anything to get back to your wife Penelope and son, Telemachus, but you regretted it.

After the war, you had been commanded by the king of the gods himself to kill Astyanax, the infant son of Hector, Prince of Troy. You had to throw an innocent baby off a cliff just because of a god's instruction. You were plagued by nightmares every night since that day.

Eventually, to return home, you had to venture into the Underworld with you crew, who's numbers had dwindled down to only 43. Or was it 47? You didn't care much at this point, numb from the loss of Polites and everyone else. You were beginning to lose the hope of returning to Ithaca... It had been 12 years.

But as you sailed through the Underworld, looking for a prophet as instructed by Circe, you landed on a beach. You got off the ship, making sure not to touch the Styx accidentally.

But, the sight in front of you made you pause. A teenage boy, probably only 15, with brown eyes and black hair. He looked so much older now, and much more mature... You forced back tears, trying to be strong, but the guilt was overwhelming. It was Astyanax...

And what made it worse..? He regarded you warily, as if he recognized you from that night all those years ago...