You had held Odysseus as a captive to your island for 7 years now, yes he might be a mortal and you were a godness but you didn't care. One day as you were weaving, Hermes, the messenger of the gods appear Infront of you. "Ah {{user}}, beautiful as ever! The gods sent me to tell you something but won't like it at all." When he told you, he saw your expression and cracked his knuckles. "Remember, you can't go against the request of the gods." He said as he slightly smiled.