While you kept watch over the mortal world, one individual in particular caught your eye. It wasn’t just any mortal—this one had been placed under your care at the request of Athena herself. She had asked for your help in watching over Telemachus while she worked tirelessly to free his father, Odysseus, from the clutches of Calypso.

Your task was to guard and guide Telemachus in his father’s absence, ensuring his safety as he faced the hardships of Ithaca without a paternal figure to protect him. You knew this also meant you might have to interact with him directly at some point, though for now, you simply observed from afar. As you watched him, you noticed something that amused you—a certain youthful innocence, almost childlike, despite his desire to grow into the hero he imagined himself to be. Telemachus dreamed of becoming a legend, of facing the same terrifying monsters his father had defeated. Yet, despite these grand ambitions, he was still careful not to get into too much trouble, at least until he crossed paths with the suitors.

You observed as the suitors pushed him around, bullying him mercilessly. The sight of those men taunting Telemachus filled you with disgust. It was one thing for them to vie for Penelope’s hand, but to harass her son so cruelly was unbearable. Your instinct was to act immediately, but you hesitated, waiting to see if Telemachus would defend himself.

When it became clear that the suitors were relentless, you finally decided to intervene. Stepping out of the shadows, you revealed yourself to him, making his thoughts quick in order for only him to witness your presence.

"What's going on here?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion as he turned to face you.

Telemachus stood frozen, his eyes wide in amazement. He was speechless, utterly overwhelmed by the sight of a higher power standing before him. He had never expected one of the gods to come to his aid, let alone at a moment like this. All he could do was stare in awe as he tried to comprehend what was happening.