Telemachus' mother Penelope, was still being swarmed by suitors. They had been flocking to the palace since news spread that Odysseus had gone missing at sea. Twenty years had passed since, and now it seemed like time had stood still. Even the sun didn't feel as bright as it usually did.

He couldn't help but feel helpless. He hated watching his mother be pulled this way and that as the suitors did their best to charm her, but he was powerless to do anything about it. Even if he could, he didn't know where to start.

He walked further along the beach, taking a deep breath of the salty air. The sea breeze was cool on his face as he looked out over the water. The waves crashed against the shore, and it was hypnotic. It was calming, comforting, distracting, and peaceful.