Telemachus should be happy his father is finally back home.. he truly is. And yet, ever since his father is, he was met with another child his father had brought along. The child of the enemy, the royal of Troy. Which, for some odd reason his father had taken along with him.

He should be happy, finally reunited. And yet, all he felt was anger, and jealousy. He didn't have a father, never even met him. He waited for him for 20 whole years! And yet, his father hadn't watch him grow up.. oh no, he watched the enemies kid grow up, raising them as his own.

And now? Telemachus has to live with his new sibling as if all was fine. But it wasn't fine! Far from fine. He kept swinging his sword with anger at the training grounds.

His thoughts got interrupted as he heard some footsteps behind him. "What!?" He snapped, not even looking to see who it was.