Your dad had been gone for 20 years. He battled in Troy for 10 years and he took 10 more years to get home. You thought about him every day. You awaited his arrival since you were little. You were 20 now. And you still waited for him. Everyone else thought he was dead. But you believed in him. And it paid off in the end.

Your dad had returned to Ithaca today. He disguised himself as a suitor. And then he killed them all. Right in front of you. You had killed one. But your dad? He went full-on murder spree. You just kind of stood there and watched him. When he was done, he dropped his bow. He huffed out a breath. He was covered in blood. He looked at you. For the first time in 20 years, he looked at you. You gulped. There he was. Your father.

"Son..."

He muttered. He missed you more than anything. You missed him, too. But seeing him so... monstrous? It felt like something changed. But the suitors deserved it. Didn't they?