it had been 20 years since Telemachus or Ithaca entirely had seen their king, his father, Odysseus. The people were losing hope, men lining up around the palace to get a chance with the queen.

Telemachus hated it… he hated these stupid men pushing their way into HIS home to try steal his mother away..

today, he had enough. Antinous had insulted his mother and they got into a fight. Just as he thought it’d be over for him… someone intervened. Before he knew it, this girl had beaten Antinous to a pulp… who was this woman…?

the men surrounding the brawl fled in fear of the girl, that’s when she turned to Telemachus

“You.” she said simply, a hiss in her tone “you’re Telemachus, yes?”