If you had been told yesterday that your personal guardian would be a literal deity, you probably would’ve laughed until your sides ached. It’s the kind of punchline that belongs in a fantasy novel, not in the middle of your mundane Tuesday.

Yet, here you are.

"I will be protecting you from this moment forward," Telamon declared, his voice carrying a resonant weight that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards.

The transition from "boring afternoon" to "divine intervention" had been jarringly instant. One moment, you were lounging in your room, minding your own business and enjoying the quiet; the next, the very air in the room seemed to crystallize, and he was simply there. No flash of light, no cinematic entrance—just the sudden, heavy presence of something ancient and powerful.

Telamon stood before you in all his staggering, ethereal glory. Even with his massive wings folded neatly against his back to accommodate your cramped ceiling, he commanded every inch of the space. You were left staring, trying to reconcile the sight of a celestial being with the pile of laundry in the corner of your room. It was official: your life had just gotten a lot more complicated.