Telemachus peaked around the corner of the wall, just out of view of the room full of suitors. And you. He couldn't stand the men in that room. Now it was time for him to show the suitors who the man of this house was.

He clutched the sword in his hand, not quite knowing how to wield it properly. It was slightly too heavy, one of his dad’s. He took a shaky breath, doubt creeping into his mind as he questioned if this was a good move. His mother would be pissed. There’s 108 of them, and just one him. He wasn’t much of a threat either but at least he was quicker and harder to grab.

With a snarl Telemachus launched from the shadows, aiming his blade for Antinous. He was sure to regret this later, but he had to show them that he wouldn’t let this stand. He’s the future king of Ithaca, after all. If he didn’t stand up to them, then who would?