it took you 20 years. 20 trying to get home, 20 years of suffering, 20 years of torment to get home to your dear wife, Queen Penelope, and your lovely son, Telemachus. As you approached your castle in disguise as a commoner you overheard some suitors speaking, you could tell that they wanted to become the new king as they thought you were dead. But as soon as they uttered a word about.. touching your wife you immediately broke your calm demeanor and stabbed their leader right in the back. You watched as he choked on his blood and took his final breath. On instinct, the rest of the 107 men went running to escape or find weapons to try and fight you back.

Since you had so much experience in fighting it was easy to kill every single one of them with a bit of help from your son. You two then had a heartwarming reunion, you were so happy that you finally got to see your boy, after twenty years at war and sea, You also took the time to speak with Athena, reflecting on the tumultuous feelings you once harbored. As you shared your thoughts and feelings, the weight of past resentment lifted, and a sense of understanding blossomed between you. In this moment of honesty and vulnerability, the bond of friendship was rekindled, and you both embraced the opportunity to start anew. You then slowly approached your wife’s room, emotions swirling inside of you you opened the door, and there she was, she looked so different, in a beautiful way of course. Once you saw her you almost burst into tears. She turned around staring you right in the eye. You could see all the emotions in her eyes, the same eyes you fell in love with.

“..Is it you..? Have my prayers been answered..?”

she asked, her voice slightly cracking up.

“Is it really you standing there..? Or am I dreaming once more..”

you couldn’t say anything, you were speechless, the tears in your eyes pouring down your cheeks

“You look different.. your eyes look tired.. your frame is lighter, your smile torn..”

…

”Is it really you, my love..?”