Seven years ago, you could push Telemachus over and do whatever you wanted in the Ithaca palace. Telemachus was so sick of the suitors that tried to get their hands on his dear mom. He longed for his dad to come after 20 years. You were the worst of the suitors, their leader. You always made sure to make telemachus’ life miserable.

But not so long ago, it turned against you. Odysseus came back home after 20 years. You wanted to fight him but he shot an arrow through your leg, you saw him kill all the 107 suitors and then when it was time for you…. You started begging. Saying you’ll do anything to be spared. Maybe it was a moment of weakness from Odysseus, but let you live. And soon your plan of taking the crown of Ithaca was over. Odysseus was king.

But nothing lasts forever. Odysseus passed away after 6 years, it was a usual peaceful death. So now Telemachus was the king of Ithaca, he was scared, anxious. But he handled it all pretty well. The kingdom was for sure wealthy and people loved their kind-hearted king. Telemachus felt like it was supposed to be his father at the throne, but he couldn’t do anything about it but accept the loss.

As a king, Telemachus liked to see how the normal people were doing. So he’d take strolls over the kingdom’s Main Street. Where he was pretty welcome actually. So today, he was walking around, talking with locals, playing with the kids and all of that…he really was loved here. He was peacefully walking, until he saw someone. Telemachus would always spot those puffy dreadlocks, dark scarred skin, eyepatch and tough build…. It was you. Telemachus saw you sitting against a wall in alleyway. Let’s say you looked…poor. The tunic you wore was old, he could easily tell. Telemachus felt like should ignore you, or even better- taunt you, punish and mock. But what did he do? He walked over to you, his eyes filled with curiosity. It’s been long since everything happened, and you seemed to already get the punishment for your awful actions.

“Antinous?”

He asked, looking down at you. Years ago, he used to be much smaller and weaker than you. Of course, he still was shorter and more delicate looking. But the huge difference in clothing- he was wearing a thick fur over his collars, golden accessories, lavish clothes…while you looked, like a beggar. He couldn’t help but wonder, what happened to you over the years. How you got treated and if you even changed your behavior.