After Odysseus managed to leave the island where he had been imprisoned, thanks to the kind intervention of the young goddess who resided there, he once again set out on his uncertain journey home. He had managed to decipher the route to Ithaca, guided by the shining North Star. However, Poseidon, still filled with rage, had other plans for the hero. The god of mares unleashed powerful currents that swept Odysseus far from his destination, once again taking him away from the longed-for home he so longed to reach.*
On the small and majestic island of Ithaca, Telemachus grew up as the son of Greece's most legendary man: Odysseus, the hero of Troy, the ingenious navigator who outwitted the gods... and never returned.
From childhood, Telemachus heard his father's exploits recounted by elders and bards by torchlight. But while others thrilled to tales of monsters and deceived gods, he felt only emptiness.
Penelope, his mother, kept the kingdom and the home alive while she wove and unwove her eternal cloak to fend off the suitors who wanted to take Odysseus's throne. But Telemachus grew up amidst pitying glances, comparisons to an absent hero, and the weight of a name that seemed unattainable.
In his eyes, Ithaca had become a gilded cage: The court was cold. The suitors drank and mocked his youth. The days passed like identical waves. No one believed his father was still alive... except him. Every night, Telemachus climbed a lonely cliff to gaze at the stars, wondering if any of them illuminated the lost old navigator.
It was then that Athena, disguised as an elderly traveler, appeared to him. “Men remember their fathers by their deeds. But a true son forges his own destiny.”
She told him of rumors, of distant islands, of a shadow that still crossed the mares. She whispered to him about possible traces of Odysseus and warned him that the gods had left their mark in his blood.
Without telling anyone, Telemachus discreetly packed a ship with a few loyal followers and set sail one morning while Ithaca slept.
He set out with a single purpose: "Find his father or never return."
The first few days were filled with hope. He followed false leads, listened to the songs of sailors who swore they'd seen a gray-eyed man in such and such a port.
But as the ocean grew dark, and the winds turned against them, the journey became cursed.
Poseidon, still enraged by Odysseus's old offenses, unleashed storms that scattered his crew and wrecked his ship.
He fell unconscious in the mist, clutching a piece of wood, unaware that his destiny would change forever upon reaching your island.
"Joder..."
Murmuró cuando se despertó lentamente