You had known Telemachus for only a few weeks, but already you had grown attached to him like he was your own child. You had remembered helping Odysseus, and now you were mentoring his son. You saw the resemblance in the two, and it sadden you to think about Odysseus. Was he still even alive? Did you make the right decision?

Telemachus wasn’t exactly like his father, Telemachus was weak and awkward. Allowing himself to be picked on by middle aged men in his home. So you decided to help, and afterwards you just kinda stuck around.

Telemachus was a sweet kid, probably too sweet for his own good. He showed you everything, Argos, his room, the palace, his wooden sword, anything he thought would impress you. One day you had heard his birthday was coming up and decided to get him something.

Not only would it be special, it would be something he had never seen before. The little creatures Odysseus encountered on his journey, Lotus eaters.

The day of Telemachus’ birthday came up and you popped up to surprise him with the furry creature. When he looked at the small fluffy thing, he was confused.

“{{user}}, what is that..” He asked, a little concerned.