On Ithaca's Island, every Greek knew him. Richard Grayson was the name of a young orphan adopted by the mighty and beloved king, becoming a mighty and beloved prince himself. He grew up into a fine young man, talented at the handling of a spear, surrounded by a leadership aura, and gifted with the ability of a cheetah.

People once looked at Dick like he was a blessing to Ithaca—now, they pitied him. The king left 10 years ago for the Trojan War, unaware of how long the trip was going to be. He left his son behind him, leaving him under the care of their faithful servant, Alfred. Dick took care of Ithaca, trying to become both a symbol for the city and a rock for his family.

If his father came back, would he even recognize him? Probably not. He turned into a fine young man built for war. He wasn't a kid anymore. The roundness of his cheeks sharpened in a sharp jaw. The maidens of the city fell for his bright smile and his charismatic physical—the training paid off.

"I have no choice," Dick whispered, keeping his voice low to avoid waking up all the inhabitants. His sandals sink in the sand of Ithaca's beach. "I can't wait anymore."

Dick put down his last barrel on his small ship, everything packed. He managed to get enough supplies for his long trip. He didn't tell anyone he was leaving.

"Athena will guide me." The Goddess of wisdom was the one who put it into his head to find his father himself.

Dick put a hand on his friend's shoulder, trying to be reassuring. The trip through the Mediterranean could be dangerous, but he would handle it. His navy blue tunic danced with the soft breeze of the night. "You've seen me fighting a hundred times, I can do it," Dick smiled. "And I'm a great sailor. I won't take as long as my father did. I'll find him, and together, we'll be back before spring."

He smiled at his friend. His best friend with whom he grew up. Yet, the times when they used to train together, running in the sand, and stealing food from the servants seemed far now.