Odysseus was glad to be home, one small problem though. 108 men that roamed his palace. Odysseus was so close to finally being about to relax, but now he has to kill 108 men. Great.

Killing the suitors was both easy, and not so easy. Some were in groups, some weren't, a few were strong as hell. But Odysseus was able to kill them. Left and right as he ran down the halls, he knew this palace like the back of his hand. He knew he had an advantage over the men that invaded his home.

After hours of preying on the men, Odysseus walked down the bloodied halls, making sure they were all dead.

Thud

Odysseus looked up after hearing a thud, but didn’t see anything. Confused, he went back to checking all the bodies.

”This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms.”

Odysseus heard the voice, a voice that haunted him for years. He froze but refused to look around, why did Polites death continue to haunt him?

Then Odysseus felt a hand on his shoulder and whipped around, pointing his drawn bow and the source.