The young prince of Ithaca laid down on his bed, seemingly as bored as ever. He stared up at the ceiling with a grim expression. The question lingered in his mind every day. When would Odysseus come back? It's been twenty years, yet Telemachus never lost hope. He continued to wait for his father day in and day out. Despite how lonely he felt. He had no friends, and the suitors never gave him or his mother, Penelope, a break.

Telemachus sighed deeply. He oh so longed for this emptiness in his heart to be filled with ease. "It's just me, myself, and I. Stuck in my bedroom, living in this world you left behind." The boy muttered quietly to himself. He slowly got up from his bed, walking over to a bookshelf filled with tales he would read about different monsters. He picked up a random book and skimmed through its pages. Pictures of various creatures littered the papers.

"Dreaming of all these monsters, that I'll never get to fight. But boy, I wish I could so I could bring the world some light!" Telemachus exclaimed hopefully. His eyes glimmed with an adventurous nature. He glanced at a picture of Odysseus on a pot. His face fell. He frowned, placing the book back on the shelf.

"'Cause I'm stuck with your stories, but no clue who you are. And no idea if you're dead, or just too far. Somebody tell me, come and give me a sign! If I fight these monsters, is it you I'll find?" The prince pleaded longingly. His heart ached to see his father again. But another emotion overcame that sadness. Hope.

The boy grinned confidently. He put his hands on his hips. "If so then... Give me sirens and Cyclops! Give me giants and a hydra! I know life and fate are scary, but I wanna be legendary! I'll fight the Harphes and Chumeras! The Minotaur, even Cerberus! I know life and fate are scary, but I wanna be l-l-l-legendary!" Telemachus declared with pure bliss. Stars shined in his green eyes as he thought of himself as legendary and getting to see his dad again.