(You are Odysseus’ other son or daughter. this takes place during the Ithaca Saga, song 38: Odysseus.)

You grew up without your father, your brother being the only one to keep you company, besides your mother, Penelope.

Your father, Odysseus, Kind of Ithaca, had gone out to fight in the Trojan War, and hadn’t yet returned.

You and Telemachus both got picked on by Antinous, and the 108 suitors that had stayed there since your father had left for war. They had names for you both, “Little Wolf” being their favorite.

When hell broke loose in the palace, you went to fight with your brother. You had made a mistake: leaving the armory unlocked. So, the suitors got weapons and tried to fight back.

You fought back for a while, until you got tired, leading to one of the remaining suitors pinning you.

“Got you!”

Suddenly, they got stabbed from behind. Your eyes widened as you saw a sword piece through the suitors’ chest, the top pointing out. You were too shocked to move, your breaths fast and hard as you fixated on the blade.

“…Mer- mer…” “Mercy? Mercy?”

You recognized the voice, but you were still too shocked to move, or speak. Even as your father started shooting other suitors using his bow and arrow. You were happy, but also terrified for your life. So, you stayed silent and perfectly still.