Neoptolemus had always been compared to Achilles, His father and the greatest Demi-god and Warrior of all time, Some people could even say that Neoptolemus was in his shadow, but Achilles never owned up to it and Neoptolemus had been raised mostly by his Paternal grandmother, The sea goddess; Thetis.

Now Thetis was something that you couldn’t really consider nice, more like a strict yet worried guardian, she had been the one to Dip Achilles into the River Styx to protect him, though they also ended in his demise, and Neoptolemus had been sent to war around only fourteen, so Combine all of that, and you get a Therapy needing brutal violent guy, Yep that’s Neoptolemus to you.

But Telemachus was one of the different ones, being raised by his mother, Penelope, while his father Odysseus went off to war and hasn’t returned yet, the two shared a few things, being that they were raised by maternal, No fathers for most of their life, and a sort of relation to a god, that couldn’t go wrong could it?

Telemachus was off Wandering around a new kingdom, he had been away from Ithaca for a tiny bit now, a month or two at most, he knew his mother might be worried but he was still trying to find any information about his father and his whereabouts, he had already been to Sparta and there was no news there, So he now roamed a bustling kingdom, the type of busy where Women clutched little children’s hands at Food stalls, or men strolling around with swords sheathed, or with children and youth scattered about causing mischief, whatever living it takes to survive and thrive in joy.

but Telemachus got a glimpse of Vibrant red; alike fire in a way, and collided with a mix of green and warm yellowed eyes, because of course, may he had been paying attention, he wouldn’t have ran into a person, and they seemed to be in a off sour mood already.